I had a class at school and it was lunch time.

"Let's go eat."

While sleeping, Kim Young-woo woke up and urged.

"Wait."

Kim Young-woo looked at Lee Jong-seok's bag as if he was wondering about it.

"One seems like chili powder. What's all that?"

"Salt, sugar, and pepper."

"Why did you bring it?”

"These days, school meals are so bad."

"Really? I thought it was worth eating."

"I was also worth eating two days ago.’

Lee Jong-seok put the plastic bags in his pocket and tapped Kim Young-woo's shoulder.

"Let's go."

While Lee Jong-seok was a little slow, there was a long line at the student cafeteria.

"Ay! Shoes... I was late because of you."

At Kim's words, Lee Jong-seok relished his appetite and looked in a long line.

"It'll take twenty minutes even if you stand now."

"Let's come back in twenty minutes and get in line. This is why... Well, I'll line up for lunch and eat. That'll be over."

Lee Jong-seok nodded at Kim Young-woo and looked at the playground next to the student cafeteria.

There were already children gathering in twos and threes on the playground to enjoy the sun or play.

Lee Jong-seok saw a baseball on one side while watching it.

"It's a baseball."

When he kicked a baseball with his foot, Kim Young-woo picked up the ball as if he had done well.

"Let's play ball for twenty minutes."

"No glove, no ball game. It hurts when you hold it with your bare hands."

"Someone threw it hard. Let's throw it lightly."

Kim Young-woo threw the ball lightly with the horse.

Whick!

Lee Jong-seok, who caught the flying ball, threw the ball as lightly as he thought it would be worth.

Took! Took!

Kim Young-woo, who was exchanging balls so lightly, threw the ball as if it was not fun.

"It's not a girls' ball game, it's not fun."

Lee Jong-seok, who received the ball, nodded as if he sympathized. When I throw and receive lightly, I wonder what this is all about.

Then Lee Jong-seok threw the ball in his hand upward and received it.

"Dry balls..."

Gun-gon-gugong is a training method for playing with a ball. And clear in Lee Jong-seok's memory... But I've never done it myself.

Lee Jong-seok, who was holding the ball for a while, glanced at the student cafeteria. The line was still unthinkable.

"Let's play ball.”

With his thoughts, Lee Jong-seok swung the ball and threw it high.

With the ball soaring high, Lee Jong-seok lightly spread his hands from side to side and bent his knees slightly.

It wasn't awkward even though it was my first time doing it.

'Is this the writer's experience?'

Although he had never experienced it, he was familiar with the academic experience he gained through books and dreams.

And...

Whiz!

The ball fell lightly before him.

Sweep!

When the ball fell to his waist, Lee Jong-seok's knee was lifted.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The ball that touched the knee gently followed the line of the leg and reached the foot.

Blame!

As he lightly bounced his foot, the ball soared again, and Lee Jong-seok's hand wrapped around the ball and turned around.

Whick! Whick!

The ball, which was caught between hands and rotated, began to move smoothly on Lee Jong-seok's body.

'The body is soft. It's like I'm an octopus or a squid.’

There was no straight line in Lee Jong-seok's body, which moves the ball by spreading the ball.

He received the ball gently and moved smoothly along the curve of his body.

Lee Jong-seok was rolling the ball all over his body, as if he had become a mollusk with no bones.

Sweep! Sweep!

Lee Jong-seok's face, which was moving his body while spreading his ball, had a young smile.

'My body moves as I please. This is... nice.'

It was just a ball roll, but Lee Jong-seok liked it. It felt good that one's body was at his disposal.

In addition, the more I spread my ball, the more I feel refreshed.

Kim Young-woo shouted, "How much have you been so into the ball?"

"Hey, the line is starting to fall."

Lee Jong-seok caught the ball when Kim Young-woo shouted and ran toward the student cafeteria.

Whispering! Whispering!

Lee Jong-seok clenched his fist as he was watching the ball turn fast in his palm until he was held in his hand.

Fa'at!

The ball that was spinning quickly stopped at the fist. Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at the ball that was spinning so fast that his palm was burning, swung it and threw it to the ground, and hurriedly followed Kim Young-woo's footsteps.

It was fun, but now rice comes first.

Lee Jong-seok, who quickly followed Kim Young-woo to the restaurant and went inside, smacked his appetite.

There was no line outside, but there was still a line to the lunch stand.

"The teachers were eating separately. The owner of the school is a student, but isn't this too discriminating?"

Behind the student cafeteria was a separate staff restaurant. So the teachers ate comfortably enough that they didn't have to stand in line.

As Kim Young-woo grumbled and stood behind the line, said Lee Jong-seok, who followed him.

"Then you be a teacher."

"What are you talking about? In this case, you should curse and vent your anger. On the discrimination of this age!"

"Loud and get your meals. You feeding bug."

Lee Jong-seok, who brought his student ID card to the recognizer in front of the school cafeteria, held a plate and received a school meal.

'Today's menu is kimchi, seaweed, and beverage kimchi soup with spicy pork.'

This is the menu that I would normally like. Even though the amount is small, if you mix rice with spicy pork, it's worth it.

But... after your appetite turns to absolute taste...

'It won't taste good. I didn't know eating would be so important.'

I never thought it would be so painful to eat something bad.

"Hey, there's a spot."

When Kim Young-woo moved quickly, Lee Jong-seok, who was following him, stopped walking without realizing it.

'Even if he chooses a seat.'

Kim Young-woo's empty seat was where all the girls were sitting.

Kim Young-woo said senselessly to Lee Jong-seok, who had hesitated.

"Come here."

Kim Young-woo said, "Some of the girls who were eating looked at him. Lee Jong-seok sighed and laid down the plate next to Kim Young-woo.

'Is he going through puberty?'

Although it is coeducational, it is not often encountered because male and female classes are different.

So Lee Jong-seok still had fantasies about women. It's like a seven-star awakening card that's hard to get in a cell phone game.

But hard to get, and a girlfriend is like a dragon.

Kim Young-woo, however, has no qualms. It was Lee Young-woo, who might fight with each other by grabbing his hair if he told him to fight with a woman.

Lee Jong-seok, who was only looking at the plate a little awkwardly, pulled up his sleeves.

'Let's eat and go.'

Lee Jong-seok, who took plastic bags out of his pocket with his thoughts, ate the food first.

'That's great.

Feeling that it didn't suit his taste, Lee Jong-seok took the salt out of the salt bag, put it between his palms, and mixed it.

Sweep! Sweep!

Feeling the salt split between the palms, Lee Jong-seok added a little bit of spicy pork and kimchi soup.

"Why do you grind the salt in? It'll melt anyway."

"If you put salt in a dish like this, it won't melt well and it can be salty somewhere and bland somewhere.”

Then, I took out some red pepper powder and released it.

You don't have to add sugar.’

As I ate the food thinking that sweetness is enough... It's become edible as it is.

"Just eat it. Baby-yoo-byul."

Kim Young-woo, who was watching it from the side, ate a piece of Lee Jong-seok's stir-fried pork with chopsticks.

"Oh! What is it? Why is it so delicious?”

Lee Jong-seok sighed at Kim Young-woo's words. The girls' eyes were felt at Kim Young-woo's fuss.

"Let's just eat."

"Hey, I'll do it, too."

At Kim Young-woo's words, Lee Jong-seok just gave him his plate, took it and seasoned it again.

"Oh! Does this taste so different with some salt?"

"I added chili powder, too."

"How'd you do it anyway?”

Lee Jong-seok, who wants to shut up and ask for a meal. But if I don't answer, I think I'll keep bothering him, so Lee Jong-seok told me.

"If any food doesn't taste good, it means that the balance of the five flavors, salty, sweet, bitter, sour and spicy, is off. That's why I put in a rough but lacking salty and spicy flavor."

"That alone makes it taste this good?"

"If you pour water into your cup, do you know the difference between overflowing and not overflowing?"

"Was it overflowing if it's too much and not less?"

"It's a drop of water."

"A drop?"

"One more drop of water depends on whether it is poured or not. I'm having that drop of flavor right now..."

In the eyes of Lee Jong-seok, who was talking, Kim Young-woo was seen mixing rice with spicy pork.

Before I knew it, I didn't even listen to myself.

'You're a sucker.

Lee Jong-seok, who was muttering to himself, sighed enviously for Kim Young-woo, who was gulping down the meal like a pig.

That cheap taste, not food.

'This is delicious? Sigh! There's no reason for the word esophagus."

There's a lot of fun and a lot of course. Unless it is a really famous restaurant, I think it will be hard to feel this appetite.

Lee Jong-seok, who shook his head, tasted the side dishes on Kim Young-woo's plate and seasoned them again.

And when she was about to eat, the girl in front of her said stealthily.

"Hey, can I have a taste of it?"

Lee Jong-seok was surprised at the girl's sudden words while looking at her. The girls around her were looking at Kim Young-woo and Lee Jong-seok alternately with curious eyes.

Kim Young-woo was so noisy that he listened to their conversation.

"That..."

Lee Jong-seok, who used to use the honorifics "Do it without knowing it," hurriedly changed his words to informal language.

"Yes."

At Lee Jong-seok's words, a female student picked up a small piece of spicy pork with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.

"Oh, it's delicious."