There were many comments about cooking, but there were quite a few comments about Jongseok. From being cool to being good at cutting...

"Oh! Celebrity rise."

"What kind of entertainer..."

When Jong-seok, who turned off his cell phone with a small smile, woke up, Kim Young-woo slipped his arm around the neck.

"But don't you get paid for something like this?"”

"I got it."

"How much did you get?"

"KRW 200,000."

"Oh! Awesome! Shoot a barrel!"

Jong-seok, who laughed at Kim Young-woo's words, looked at him.

"How's your study these days?"

Kim Young-woo's face was immediately discouraged by Jong-seok's remarks.

"It's killing me."

"It's hard not to study."

"Phew! Young-ji's sister said nothing without foundation. Now I'm re-learning my first year of high school."

"High school freshman?"

"You're ridiculous too, aren't you?”

Jong-seok shook his head at Kim Young-woo's sigh that high school seniors are in their first year of high school.

"No... don't you have to start with the 9th grade?”

"This is Digil!"

Jong-seok quickly climbed the stairs, avoiding Kim Young-woo, who was shouting and swinging his fist.

"You bastard! Don't stand!"

Kim Young-woo, who runs up the stairs quickly with curses, couldn't catch Jong-seok.

Jong-seok's physical strength has already surpassed that of a student.

Jong-seok said, avoiding Kim Young-woo, who quickly chased him and reached around to catch him.

"Do you want to go to a jjamppong restaurant after class?"

"Where Young-ji's sister bought you before?"

"Yes. I also shoot sweet and sour pork."

"That was good!"

The bell rang as we talked about the menu this evening and the two rushed up to the classroom.

***

"I'm home."

Jong-seok, who studied in an old study room and returned home after ten o'clock, could see his parents making the sauce.

"I can come and do it."

"My son is a senior in high school now, so he has to study."

Then the mother slightly dipped the sauce in her finger and stuck it out.

"Try it."

Jong-seok slightly stuck his tongue out to taste her mother's words.

"Well done."

He had a little liver, but it was made similar to what he made.

Of course, the lack of liver will make a big difference.

"I haven't seen my son make it once or twice, but I can make a scene."

Jong-seok nodded at my mother.

"But it's different from what I made."

"Really?"

"It's similar, but not the same. So the sauce will continue to be...."

"No. If you let your high school senior son do this, people curse. My son doesn't care about the housework anymore, just study."

"Then let me come and see only the last liver."

Jong-seok took the spices from one side and began to fill in the insufficient liver.

Of course, even if it's not enough, it's all about adding a little more soy sauce and red pepper paste.

Jong-seok, well-mixed with a ladle, was the last to taste the seasoning.

'There you go.'

Then he said, putting out the saucepans on the veranda.

"How was your day?”

At Jong-seok's words, my mother smiled as if she had just thought of it.

"It was great how many local ladies were talking about you today."

"My story?"

"Korean morning. It aired this morning. How many women call at that."

My father grumbled at my mother's words while watching TV.

"You strange ladies."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're talking nonsense about raising a beast, not a son. I can't believe you're a beast to a precious child in another's house”

I guess what the women came to say sounded bad to my dad.

"I complimented Jong-seok for his good health. What do you mean by that?"

"But what is a beast? A beast.”

Jong-seok, who laughed at his father's appearance, put his bag in his room and opened his experience book.

Nothing special happened today, but I still have to write my usual diary.

Even if it was a common experience, 25 percent of the experience per day should not be ignored.

Today...

After lunch, I watched a video of Korean breakfast. I think my body in the video is really cool.

And...

What happened today is a deficit, and a new article immediately came to mind below it.

Perhaps other people's interest means comments on the video.

"Other people's interest... Even if they get attention, they give experience value. Experience books translate everything into experience.’

But it didn't matter. I got a little higher experience than a common one.

***

Even if he came out in the morning of Koreans, Jong-seok's life did not change much.

The morning program of Koreans was not originally a favorite program for young people, and it was a program that was held in the morning, so it was not a program that could be seen unless you looked it up on purpose.

Jong-seok wouldn't have known that there was a Korean breakfast program if it weren't for his mother and Kim Sook-soo.

So Jong-seok could go to school quietly.

"Ha!"

"Taat!"

Jong-seok was judo among the students in judo suits.

Usually, physical education classes are replaced by self-study classes by high school seniors, but Taejin High School is not.

The principal's policy is that there is a healthy mind in a healthy body.

So in PE class, it was decided to do PE. And there was no exception in judo, especially once a week.

And now it was judo time.

"Ha!"

Holding a child lightly, Jong-seok walked on the leg and rolled it up.

Boooong!

Boom!

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

The child, who groaned and fell, shook his head and raised himself.

"Let's be gentle."

"Be gentle and you and I will both be scolded."

"Yum!"

A child who fell over Jong-seok's horse looked at a middle-aged man with his arms folded from one side.

He was Cho Chul, the judo director of Taejin High School.

Cho Chul watched the students judo without a word.

The child, who glanced at Cho Chul, sighed and re-positioned.

"Ha!"

Jong-seok stood up as he looked at the screaming child.

Did he say his name was Ko Dae-soo?’

Jong-seok moved his hand, recalling the name of the child who was coming at him. And the hand wasn't soft.

Fast and strong, and with countless variations, it contained the movement of the tropics.

Sigh!

The ancient water's hand bounced off the stone's hand.

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

Along with him, Jong-seok's hand grabbed the collar of the ancient water.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Along with holding the collar of ancient trees, the movement of the stalactites changed smoothly.

Had it been a stormy movement until just now, it was now a soft, dry ball, as if it were a spring breeze.

The ancient prisoner, caught by the collar, twisted his body and tried to get out of the hand.

And when Jong-seok's body dug into his arms following the movement, he strolled.

Boom!

Cho Chul was looking at the students with curious eyes.

And where his eyes were directed, there was a stalactite.

'Look at him.’

Just as Jo Hyeon recognized Jong Seok's judo skills last year, Cho Chul-seok's skills were recognized.

"When you fight a flag, you drive it with strength and speed, and when you grab the collar, you break the opponent's balance.’

Cho Chul, who was looking at Jongseok, opened his mouth.

"Stop."

At Cho Chul's words, the students hurried to stop the battle. Cho Chul let out a black belt student on one side of Jong-seok.

"Two of you, please.

The question was not necessary. I only do what I tell you to do.

Jong-seok and the black belt students looked at each other.

Seeing the student standing in front of him, Jong-seok tasted his appetite.

Did you say stage two?’

In Jong-seok's class, there were some students wearing black bands after getting their Danjeung from a private academy or a school in their sophomore school.

But this guy is different. He came from the academy to the second tier.

Besides, he has a big physique.

Maybe this guy is the best judo player in the class.

'That sounds like fun.'

I wish I could work with someone a little stronger because I'm getting better. While thinking, Jong-seok muttered inside, and slightly twisted his hand forward.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

Then he slowly pushed his toes toward the student.

As with his experience with Cho Hyun last year, he is not all-around.

Sweep! Sweep!

Watching Jong-seok slowly sweep the floor, the student held his collar with his left hand and reached out his right hand to face to face.

He defended his collar and tasted Jong-seok's taste at the approaching student.

'Are you not careless?'

Seeing the unexpectedly serious student, Jong-seok quickly reached out his palm.

Fa'at!

Ssasak!

It is a fast-paced palm, but there were many changes in it.

On the fast approaching palm, the student also pushed his right hand out quickly and pushed him face to face.

Tata blame!

The palms that bump into the air...

It's Tata! It's Tata!

When Jong-seok caught Jong-seok, the student grabbed his hand and tried to reach out and grab Jong-seok's collar.

Then Jong-seok stepped back slightly and tried to hold the hand again with avoiding it.

Ta-da!

But it wasn't easy to catch.

'Is it the second level, too.

The judo team has at least three years of experience.

As expected, his three-year career was not an easy opponent. Fortunately, Jong-seok's wrist and forearm grip improved significantly compared to last year's Cho Hyun.

If it weren't for that, it wouldn't have been easy to rip off when the sleeves were caught.

Ta-da!

The student's face was slightly surprised when they fought so fiercely against each other.

He's good.’

When the teacher asked me to try Jong-seok, student Lee Chang-sik wanted to try Jong-seok.

In the eyes of Lee Chang-sik, Jong-seok's skills seemed considerable. He's not a black belt either.

However, it was not easy to grab the collar.

"Stop it!"

When the flag fight between the two did not stop, Cho Chul raised his hand to both sides.

"Warning!"

Cho Chul once again warned each other to actively attack.

Jong-seok picked up his breath, lifted his collar with his index finger, and took off his hand.

Lee Chang-sik frowned at the sight.

'Let's stick together and start?’

Seeing Lee Chang-sik, who knew what Jong-seok's signal meant, nodded his head and slowly approached him with both hands forward.

Jong-seok approached Lee Chang-sik. Then the two hands brushed against each other and moved toward the collar.

And...

Sreuk!

As soon as each other's collar was held in each other's hands, their bodies pulled each other hard at the same time.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

Surprised by the power of pulling each other with strong force, the faces of the two were young.

What kind of strength is he?’

'What power?'

Surprised by the opponent's strength, Jong-seok twisted his body.

Fa'at!

Lee Chang-sik swept under his feet as Jong-seok rubbed his body.

Argh!

Jong-seok was hit by an ankle hit that swept the floor and aimed at his ankle.

At the right moment, Lee Chang-sik wrapped his feet in a circle with his ankle, along with killing his strength with a ball.

On the contrary, Lee Chang-sik's ankle was wrapped around the sole of his foot and pushed it up.

With him, the left hand that took the sleeve was pulled, and the right hand that took the collar was pushed forward.

Boooong!

"Huck!"

Along with him, Lee Chang-sik's body floated up and down.

Boom!

"A round!"

Five minutes before the end of judo time, Cho Chul brought the children together and opened his mouth.

"You may wonder what kind of exercise a high school senior is, but the CSAT is a marathon. Even seniors who are not high school seniors can't take the CSAT without physical strength. So don't just study, just exercise."

"Okay."

"And..."

Cho Chul glanced at the students.

"However, the name of Taejin High School comes out when it comes to judo, but why are there so many people who are not black bands? I'll be able to see the promotion easily this month and next month. The single-star daughters file a document with the judo department and examine it."

"Yes."

"Then the class is over."

"Thank you."

Looking at the students standing up with a loud answer, Cho Chul said to Jong-seok.

"You see me."

Suddenly, when Cho Chul called him, Jong-seok looked at him in wonder and approached him.

Are you asking me to induce you like Cho Hyun?’

However, Jong-seok did not intend to make Judo official. If I was a high school senior, I was going to study like a high school senior.

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