"Son! You should go to school!"

Lee Jong-seok's eyes opened wide with his mother's cry to wake him up.

"Yes!"

Lee Jong-seok, who stood up with a small groan, suddenly twisted his shoulders from side to side.

"Huh? Why is it so refreshing?"

The whole body was as light as a bird's feather and moved smoothly.

Boo-woong! Boo-woong!

Lee Jong-seok, who was twisting his body around, stood up and suddenly touched his arm.

"Huh? Muscle?"

He had muscles in his arm. He had muscles in his soft arm.

I could see the fine muscles that were not as big and thick as those who worked out yesterday.

When Lee Jong-seok wondered about the seemingly split muscles, his mother's cry came back.

"Still asleep! Come on, I'm not getting up!"

"Okay!"

Lee Jong-seok, who shouted to his mother, left the room and hurried into the bathroom.

And Lee Jong-seok's face was surprised as he was taking off his clothes to take a shower.

"It's the king."

There was a prince in his belly reflected in the shower mirror. No, it wasn't just the prince. All over the body was made of fine muscles.

"Is this... is this my body?”

Lee Jong-seok's face, which was seen in the mirror by twisting his body, had a young smile.

The muscles were not big, but they were certainly good to see.

'There's definitely something when you dream.’

I was extremely tired when I dreamed of becoming a cook yesterday. But when I wake up, I can handle the kitchen knife and my taste buds have changed.

And today, after dreaming of becoming a scholar, my body changed like this. In my dream, I studied as a scholar, but I also trained as I learned the martial arts of Geongongugong.

Gungongugong was a kind of ball that was thrown with a drill and then rolled into the body along the flow.

In the process, the body's muscles were relaxed and softened.

I could also train about flow.

Maybe...

"Through my dream, I guess my experience is also adapting to my body." So do I have to sleep to gain experience?’

Lee Jong-seok shook his head thinking that way.

No, I gained experience through books. It's just... ...that the body has to sleep to adapt to the experience.’

Lee Jong-seok, who was thinking about it for a while, heard his mother's loud voice.

"Go wash up and get out!"

Lee Jong-seok, who was appreciating his mother's loud voice, hurriedly turned on the shower and washed himself quickly.

His mother, who was about to tell Lee Jong-seok to eat after taking a shower in the bathroom, suddenly scattered him up and down.

“Wow, if sons work out?”

"What do you mean?"

"When did my son grow muscles like this? You have abs on your stomach."

Lee Jong-seok, who looked down at his body at his mother's words, smiled.

"It's just nothing."

Lee Jong-seok, who quickly entered his room with a horse, hurriedly put on his school uniform and came out.

My dad was already sitting on the table eating.

"Come and have a meal."

Lee Jong-seok, who nodded roughly at his father's words, opened the saucepan. Lee Jong-seok smiled after dipping it slightly with his finger.

The only thing that tasted so good was that it needed to be matured. But I still lack a lot.’

When I dipped it in the sauce, I thought of food ingredients that would be good to put in.

Mushrooms and ground anchovies. If I mix a little bit of whipped cream, I think it'll also taste soft....'

Thinking Lee Jong-seok shook his head.

'No, it's 500 won per cup and 2,000 won per cup, so it shouldn't be too expensive.’

Mumbling inside, Lee Jong-seok took some red pepper powder, salt, and starch syrup and mixed them more.

The taste changed a little while ripening, so I made a poor liver.

"How's your son doing?”

"Yes. This is mature. You don't have to boil it separately, just put the sauce in and boil it. Instead, don't forget to mix rice cakes in olive oil as you said yesterday.”

"Okay. And come on, eat!"

Lee Jong-seok, who nodded at his mother's words, sighed in a small way while hurriedly eating.

'As expected, the problem is that my appetite has changed.'

This morning was curry. Curry is something that everyone likes and tastes good.

This tasted weird, too. Should I say the liver is too strong.

'Let's just eat.'

Lee Jong-seok, who roughly rolled rice and ate it, came out with a bag and began to pack the spices in a plastic bag.

"Why would you do that?”

"Because I needed it."

Lee Jong-seok, who took a little bit of salt, sugar, and chili powder, put it in his bag and hurried out of the house.

Lee Jong-seok, who left home, took a step toward school. Lee Jong-seok's school, Taejin High School, had to walk 30 minutes from home as a coeducational school.

In addition, the morning self-study time started at 8 o'clock and had to go into the classroom by at least 8 o'clock.

That's why I'm leaving home around 7:10.

As he moved, Lee Jong-seok was thinking about his experience book.

How many writers were there in the Experience Book?’

I once asked my experience book. However, the Experience Book only answers and tells us about the experience, but it didn't answer about the writers.

'By the way, I'm a hardball......'

"Geongongugong," which he saw yesterday and in his dreams, was the basic military achievement of the shamanist faction in martial arts novels.

However, the writer trained with it and won by fighting with those who had quarrels.

With a dry ball. If the experience had been gained, would he be able to fight like that?

"Then would I be as strong as I've seen in my dreams?’

Lee Jong-seok, who was walking with that thought, suddenly touched the can on the ground.

Took!

The can on Lee Jong-seok's foot shot up. Then Lee Jong-seok grabbed the falling can on the top of his foot.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Standing on the top of his foot and looking at the can that moves up and down according to the movement of his feet, Lee Jong-seok hit! I drove up again and kicked him when he fell.

Fa'at!

Whiz!

Lee Jong-seok looked at his foot as he was watching the can that hit his foot poke into a nearby trash can.

"Let's play soccer?’

In the dream, the writer trained the ball with the ball. Thinking of training with the ball using feet and hands, I thought I would be good at soccer.

And now Lee Jong-seok is full of confidence that he can do anything.

Someone hit Lee Jong-seok on the back while he was walking with that thought.

Whick!

But that gesture of someone ended a little strangely.

As soon as his hand touched Lee Jong-seok's back, his back moved forward smoothly and twisted, and the hand went forward as if it were passing by patting Lee Jong-seok's back.

Shaking!

"Come on!"

When Lee Jong-seok's hand slipped forward, he was unable to balance and tried to fall forward.

He caught Lee Jong-seok in a hurry.

"Hey! Watch out!"

At Lee Jong-seok's words, a person hurriedly took center stage and laughed.

"He's got a good body. Did you know I was coming?"

The person standing side by side with Lee Jong-seok with a smile was his classmate Kim Young-woo.

At Kim Young-woo's words, Lee Jong-seok suddenly looked at his body.

'So what did you do?’

When Kim Young-woo hit him, his body reacted unconsciously. And the result of the reaction was Kim Young-woo's hand spilt into his body.

Are you sure I'm a stickler?’