Lee Jong-seok's face was very curious about the article in the book.

"Experience of masterpieces? You mean my paintings today are like masterpieces?”

It was not said that hero paintings or landscapes were masterpieces.

He just gave me about 50 points of experience, saying that he painted.

"If you paint a good picture, you can get a lot of experience... Is that what it is?"

It was good to get the experience value, but I got one more thing. A new use of experience books.

If you can get experience value through a good picture, so will other experiences.

Studying, cooking, and merchant experience will also gain more experience if you write or make good things such as masterpieces.

I'll be serious about whatever I do from now on.’

Mumbling inwardly, Lee Jong-seok lay down on the bed.

"I did seven hours today, so five more hours and I'll have to fill all the volunteer hours. So I just have to go tomorrow? Hmm... I'm a little disappointed."

Lee Jong-seok, who thought he was a little sad about the end of the volunteer work, closed his eyes.

***

Lee Jong-seok, who woke up early the next morning, was warming up on the rooftop of the second floor.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

Lee Jong-seok, who twisted his body around and relaxed his muscles, kicked the basketball up.

Whick!

When the towering basketball fell, Lee Jong-seok, who received it by hand, began to spin it.

Sweep! Sweep!

Lee Jong-seok's body also moved as the ball moved. I know Gungongugong but I have never trained him separately.

However, he decided to train his hardworking skills after learning that painting at an orphanage gives him more experience in art.

It was killing two birds with one stone because the higher the level of dry balls training, the higher the level of experience, and the healthier the body.

"Jong-seok, eat!"

Lee Jong-seok, who lightly caught the ball at his mother's words, came down.

Lee Jong-seok's eyes outside showed people gathering one by one to look at their paintings or take pictures.

'There are a few people coming.’

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at people, looked at the wall of elementary school opposite them.

'I wish I could draw over there......'

Looking at the wall of elementary school, I thought of good pictures to draw.

Since it's a school wall where children go to, I think it would be good to draw robots or dinosaurs or something.

Anyway, I thought it would be fun and delicious to grill.

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at the wall for a while, turned his head and walked to Taejin Dong office.

***

Upon arriving at the office, Lee Jong-seok could still see Kim Young-woo next to Kim.

"Is Jong-seok here?”

"Yes."

"Look at this."

Lee Jong-seok looked at Kim Young-ji as he pointed to the face window on the monitor.

Under his paintings of the Virgin Mary and the baby Jesus, people's comments were hung.

There are hundreds of comments.

"Upload this yesterday and see how many people ask. Thanks to Jongseok, I feel like I became a face star. Look at this. It's four thousand thumbs."

Kim Young-ji, who smiled pleasantly, clapped her hands.

"Let's work hard again today.”

Lee Jong-seok said at Kim Young-ji's words.

"I'll stop by today."

"Okay, I'll fill you up to fifteen hours today."

Kim Young-ji laughed as she was looking at Lee Jong-seok as if she was disappointed.

"Then I'll buy you something delicious for lunch today.”

"Thank you."

"But I don't have any work today. There's nothing to do in the morning. If you need help in the civil service waiting room, let's do it."

Lee Jong-seok and Kim Young-woo helped people in the civil service waiting room when they said they had nothing to do.

Lee Jong-seok, who was in a truck driven by Kim Young-ji, was in a good.

'I ate something delicious after a long time.’

After the absolute taste was formed, the home cooked meal had to be seasoned. But the jjamppong restaurant that Kim Young-ji took with her today was really delicious.

It's the best thing I've ever had since the transport.

Her own mouthful of liver and chewy seafood... It was simply the best jjamppong.

"How was it?”

"Yes."

"It's because it's far from Taejin-dong, but jjamppong is the best place in Seoul.”

"I think so. Real flavor......"

Lee Jong-seok, who was about to say, "It's delicious," suddenly looked into the side mirror.

Behind me was a black SUV.

'I think I've seen that car in front of the dong office......'

What are the chances of seeing the same car twice in an hour in the middle of Seoul?

"There is no coincidence, and if there is purpose, there is?’

Lee Jong-seok, who had such thoughts, glanced at Kim Young-ji. There's no reason for a person to follow him or Kim Young-woo... Kim Young-ji's goal would be to follow the car behind him.

And Kim Young-ji's beauty is enough to serve as a purpose.

Lee Jong-seok, who was thinking about it for a while, smiled.

'I guess I'm going too far.’

Lee Jong-seok, muttering inside, glanced at the car behind him.

'But we still have to check, right?’

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at the car for a while, pointed in front.

"Let's stop at the convenience store for a moment."

"What are you going to buy?"

"I ate delicious food, but I should buy a drink."

"I'll buy it for you.”

"Ay. That's not manners as a man."

"Hoo! Yes, after a long time, let's try some man-made drinks.”

When Kim Young-ji pulled over in front of the convenience store, Lee Jong-seok got out of the car and entered the convenience store.

Lee Jong-seok, who bought three fruit juices, glanced behind the truck.

A black car was parked a little away from the truck.

"Hmm... you should think you can do that once, two coincidences, three inevitable, right?”

Lee Jong-seok threw a bag of juice at the open window.

Kim Young-woo shouted out of the window as if he was wondering about Lee Jong-seok going back.

"Huh? Hey, why aren't you getting on? Hey!"

Without paying attention to him, Lee Jong-seok memorized the car number as he headed to the black car.

'47 Na......'

Lee Jong-seok, who memorized the number, glanced in through the window. There were two men in the car.

Then he took out his cell phone and pretended to do something, as if he was embarrassed by Lee Jong-seok approaching.

Lee Jong-seok approached the car and knocked on the window with his hands.

Tap tap tap!

A man who was looking at Lee Jong-seok through the window for a while lowered the window.

"What is it?"

"Why are you following our car?"

"What?"

"Taejin Dong Office, Gyomun Jjamppong, now here... I don't think it's a coincidence that you're in the same position as our car three times."

"Student, I think you're misunderstanding something, but we never followed the truck."

Lee Jong-seok glanced forward at the man's words. There were two cars in front and a truck in front of them.

Lee Jong-seok smiled at the man.

"I told you it was our car. I didn'd call it a truck.”

A man laughed at Lee Jong-seok's words as he looked at him.

"Ha!"

The man, who smiled small, looked at Lee Jong-seok and said,

"Just go."

"I can't go until I know why you're following her. Are you a stalker?"

"What?"

"But these days, stalkers are paired up, right?”

"You bastard..."

The man next to him caught the man who was trying to open the door talking. Then he said to Lee Jong-seok.

"The student is misunderstanding something. We're not like stalkers. Then goodbye."

Then the man began to lift the window. Lee Jong-seok grabbed the window by hand.

"I memorized all the car numbers. If you follow me again, I'll report you.”

"If you're a student, you have to memorize English words. Why do you memorize the car number? Take care, student.”

Lee Jong-seok checked the car number once again and returned to the truck.

"You know him?”

At Kim Young-woo's words, Lee Jong-seok thought for a while and turned his head toward Kim Young-ji.

"A car followed me from the office to here."

"Cha?"

"The car number is... A black SUV, please.

Kim Young-ji's words made Lee Jong-seok's mouth water.

"I see."

Lee Jong-seok was puzzled by Kim's words, which seemed to be nothing.

"Aren't you surprised?"

Kim Young-ji shook her head after a while at Lee Jong-seok's question.

"Next time you see them, just don't mind."

"Do you know them?”

"They're the ones my father attached to me.”

"Father? Bodyguard?"

"Whoa! It's like that. Let's go."

Looking at Kim Young-ji starting the car again, Lee Jong-seok said quietly.

"Where's your father's daughter from?"”

"It's not rich. It's... Why are you curious?"

"I'm curious about how much bodyguards you've been with."

Kim Young-woo nodded at Lee Jong-seok.

"I'm curious, too."

Kim Young-ji laughed at the two children's words.

"Do you want me to tell you or not?"

"Tell me."

At Kim Young-woo's words, Kim Young-ji glanced at him and said,

"Then... you must keep it a secret from others."

"I'll keep it a secret."

"My house is... It's Cheong Wa Dae."

Kim Young-woo tilted his head at Kim Young-ji's words.

"That's where the President lives..."

"Wow! Is that your sister?"

"Young-ae? My sister's name is Young-ji."

Lee Jong-seok hit the back of Kim Young-woo's head.

Bam!

"Ouch!"

"British... the president's daughter."

"Huck! President's daughter!"

Kim Young-ji smiled and said, looking at the two people who were surprised.

"The president's daughter is nothing. It's just a person. And you really shouldn't tell anyone else. You guys were nice and young and talked, but adults feel uncomfortable when I say I'm the president's daughter, and they try to talk about something."

He said he was going to talk about it, but he is definitely talking about solicitation or something like that.

Lee Jong-seok said at Kim Young-ji's words.

"I don't know who your dad is at the office.”

"I don't think they're the same name, they don't think they're the president."

True, there are not a few people in the world who have the same name as the president.

Lee Jong-seok's lips slightly raised as he was looking at Kim Young-ji with surprised eyes.

'President Young-ae... I'll get some personal experience.’

The President'sir. For Lee Jong-seok, he has never thought he would meet anyone in his life.

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at Kim Young-ji with such thoughts, smiled.

But what kind of daughter of the president drives a truck?’

Come to think of it, it's funny. She is the daughter of the president who drives a truck while working at the office.