While Lee Jong-seok was waiting for his art teacher, he was looking somewhere after finishing his meal at the faculty restaurant.

Where his gaze was headed, old white-haired teachers gathered for a meal.

And when they finished eating and started drinking coffee, the art teacher approached.

"Principal, sir."

"Mr. Oh, let's have a cup of coffee."

When the principal pointed at the coffee pot, the art teacher shook his head and slipped out the drawing paper he was holding in his hand.

"Look at this."

"What is this?"

With a smile, the principal opened the drawing paper and laughed.

"That's a good picture. And... Huh! That's a great handwriting.

The art teacher nodded at the admiring principal.

'I knew you'd like it.’

He is a principal who is interested in poetry. That's why I brought it and showed it to you.

"Do you see that in the eyes of the principal, who is well versed in calligraphy?”

"I've just learned a little from you, so what can I say?"

Contrary to words, the principal's calligraphy was of high quality. Although it was like a club, it won prizes in competitions where writers gather together.

The principal, who shook his head small, suddenly snored on the drawing paper and smelled it.

"But... it's not written in ink. And I don't think it's been long since I wrote it."

The principal looked at the art teacher.

"Did Mr. Oh write it?”

"It's not me, but the student I teach in art class today."

"Student?"

"That's an art brush, too."

The principal's face was admired by the art teacher's words.

"Ho! I'd like to see the student once."

"I'm in the art room now. Would you like to go and meet me?"

The principal nodded at the art teacher's remark.

"There's no reason not to meet a student who has this great handwriting."

***

Lee Jong-seok was waiting for his art teacher to come to the art room.

"When are you coming?”

When I thought that lunch time would be over, the door opened.

Dropping!

Lee Jong-seok's face, which was standing up at the sound of the door opening, was young.

"Principal, sir?’

It was the principal and vice-principal teachers who came inside. Lee Jong-seok was wondering about a series of top school officials coming in one after another and lowered his head.

"Hello."

Anyway, you can't just stare at the teachers coming in.

The principal smiled and nodded at Lee Jong-seok's greeting.

"Are you Lee Jong-seok?"

"Yes."

"Hoo! Yes, you're good at handwriting?"

"What?"

When Lee Jong-seok looked at him with a curious look, the art teacher who came inside belatedly said.

"The principal praised your writing very much."

"What did I write?"

Lee Jong-seok, the principal, opened the drawing paper for Lee Jong-seok, who looked at what he was saying.

"This one."

"Ah..."

At Lee Jong-seok's words, the principal smiled and said.

"So can you see me write once?”

It ends with "Ni?" but it means "use it."

"Yes."

"Do you have any inkling?"

At the principal's words, the art teacher took a piece of paper somewhere and put it on the school table.

When Lee Jong-seok approached the school table, the art teacher poured bottled water into the inkstone and shook his head when he tried to grind it with ink.

"Myung-pil is a master calligrapher who eats."

"Oh! Is that so?"

As the art teacher stepped back, the principal looked at Lee Jong-seok with curious eyes.

Lee Jong-seok, who had a small appetite in the eyes, had a craving for food. Then I felt like the food was sticking to my hands.

Did it feel like food?’

In fact, there was also a brush writing class during art class. So I knew how to eat, but it was the first time that it stuck to my hand so smoothly.

Lee Jong-seok, who was holding the ink stick in his hand for a while, slowly began to grind the ink.

Srrrr! Srrrrrrrrrrrr!

Feeling a bit rough and grinding ink and ink, Lee Jong-seok felt comfortable.

'Was it this good to eat? Is this academic experience, too?'

The principal's eyes changed as he slowly went to eat, feeling relaxed.

From curiosity to admiration...

'That's a great concentration.'

He was a principal who learned calligraphy from his grandfather who passed the state examination during the Joseon Dynasty.

So he was very well versed in calligraphy, and I could see Lee Jong-seok's skills just by looking for cilantro.

'Don't you think grandpa's going to eat?

"To write is to hold my heart. And the beginning is from going to eat, so even when you go to eat, you'll have to think about putting your mind in it."

The principal, whose grandfather's words came to mind again, looked at Lee Jong-seok with serious eyes.

Sweep! Sweep!

Lee Jong-seok raised the brush with the feeling of his hand that the food was divided to some extent.

Then, after a while, I looked at the principal stealthily.

"What should I write?”

"Hmm... why don't you write something that Lee Jong-seok likes?”

At the principal's words, Lee Jong-seok nodded while thinking for a while.

You can write what's written in the Royal Household.’

The content of the Royal Household Warrior is already in my head. I thought I could write it down.

The principal's face was filled with admiration when he saw the writing written by Lee Jong-seok.

"Listen to Lee... You get a person's heart by listening."

Smiling, picking up what Lee Jong-seok wrote, said the principal, who was looking closely.

"Your handwriting is plain and elegant. Also, the writing feels simple, clean and beautiful... It's like looking at Wang's handwriting."

'Wangmungyeong?'

The principal, who was smiling when he thought about who Wang Mungyeong was, looked at Lee Jong-seok.

"Who taught you the writing?”

"Just looking at the book..."

"After reading a book? You didn't learn it from private academies or adults?"

"Yes."

"Ho! It's not easy to have this kind of handwriting by yourself, but it's great."

The principal, who kept nodding his head, carefully put the writing on the school table and took out his wallet.

"This is the price of the writing.”

Lee Jong-seok was surprised to see the principal take out the 50,000 won bill and shook his hand in a hurry.

"It's all right."

"No, it's not as a teacher, but as a calligrapher who likes calligraphy, it's for the calligrapher who wrote good writing, so you can take it."

Lee Jong-seok hesitated at the principal's words and received the money.

"Thank you."

"I hope we can write together often in the future."

Ring ring! Ring ring!

While the principal was admiring the article, the bell rang to announce the class.

'Oh, my God!

Lee Jong-seok's face was smiling even though he cursed at the bell ringing.

You can't be angry with the principal.

"Go and take the class."

"Yes."

As Lee Jong-seok, who bowed his head, hurried out of the art room, the principal smiled and looked at the handwriting.

"Agreedy heart... That's a good piece of writing."

"What do you mean?"

At a teacher's words, the principal smiled and opened his mouth.

"To get your heart, you have to listen to what others say. I can't force others to do what I like, so it means to listen to what others like and what they think and do accordingly."

"You're very good at exams."

"Is that so? Hahaha!"

Smiling pleasantly, the principal picked up the writing for a while, took out his cell phone and held it out to the art teacher.

"Please take a picture of this.”

When the art teacher took a good picture of it, the principal frowned at it.

"Please take good pictures, not me.”

"Oh! I see."

When the art teacher took the picture again, the principal smiled gladly and sent it to his friends.

A loud sound came from the principal's cell phone, which was sending text messages and reading again pleasantly.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The principal looked at the cell phone at the continuous texting.

The principal smiled at the text messages sent by his friends as if he was jealous.