Jong-seok, who gained the experience value from the experience book, was briefly lost in thought.

There are many different types of networking experience. When I meet someone who I don't think is great, I don't give him much experience, and I don't give him much experience just by meeting someone who I think is great.’

While investigating Michael Chang, Jong-seok knew how great he was.

It was Michael Chang who created the Air World giant by himself, even though it was not a very generous environment under the parents of the second-generation Chinese and working class born in the U.S.

Also one of the world's richest 100 people.

'If I had known this, I would have said hello.

I had a little conversation with Michael Chang, but Kim Ho-young translated it in the middle, so I couldn't do it myself.

Besides, it didn't even say a few words.

Jong-seok, who had improved his appetite, looked at the experience book.

Jong-seok nodded while reading the article written in the Experience Book.

'In the meantime, I only thought of skills from the experience of writing with few writers. I should have thought about how they felt when they wrote it.’

Jong-seok, who was thinking about it, wrote while looking at his experience book.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The basis of cooking is the liver. It is the beginning and the end of cooking that properly harmonizes the five flavors, salty, sweet, spicy, sour and bitter.

The use of high-quality ingredients does not improve the taste. Even good ingredients are garbage if they are not seasoned.

However, people's tastes are all different. So there is no perfect liver.

Jong-seok's writing bookcase opened up and the chef's writing began to come to mind.

Jong-seok nodded as he looked at the article that started from the beginning.

'Yes, everyone has different tastes, so there's no perfect liver. Maybe I was lucky that people ate my dishes well.’

Taste was nothing but a standard of taste, not an experience of making it taste delicious.

And Jong-seok made food to meet the standard of taste. So if you're outside the standard of taste, you'll feel that even Jong-seok's cooking doesn't taste good.

And Jong-seok saw two such people.

One is the president of Go Seobang, and the other is Michael Chang, and of course, he did not cook for Michael.

However, if Kim's cooking had not tasted it, so would his own.

Thinking that way, Jong-seok continued to read. Not only experience but also cook's thoughts.

So Jong-seok reread the experiences he had gained and began to reflect on not only the experience but also the writer's thoughts.

***

Over the years, Jong-seok was accepted to Kyunghwadae Oriental Medicine College.

The announcement of the acceptance also delighted parents and Jong-seok, as expected, but cannot help but be nervous.

And today, Taejin High School graduation ceremony.

Among the graduates gathered in the auditorium, Jong-seok was shaking hands with Kim Young-woo and Lee Chang-sik.

"Next time you'll be a college student."

Kim Young-woo shrugged at Jong-seok's remarks.

Kim Young-woo was accepted to the department of social welfare at a local university, whether it was because he studied hard for a year or did he have the hair that parents often say, "It's because a child does it but doesn't."

"If you ignore it because it's not in Seoul, I'll kill you."

"I'm thinking about writing a letter of thanks to the school that accepted you."

Then Jong-seok looked at Lee Chang-sik.

"When are you going to the army?"

"First of all, I got a date for the new sword next week. Why don't you go soon if you apply for a medical checkup?”

Lee Chang-sik was planning to go to the army right after graduating from high school.

And taking the police civil service exam was Lee Chang-sik's plan.

"Don't just play around and come to the army right after you finish your first year. Especially, ··, below me."

"Crazy, why am I going under you? And these days, the military is all about hit-and-run, so what's the chance I'm going under you?"

At Kim Young-woo's words, Lee Chang-sik smiled and opened his mouth.

"A person's connection is not something that can be cut off by trying to break up, but something that can be attached by trying to attach. When you and I meet, ···""

"Just hit the army."

Kim Young-woo, who stopped talking to Lee Chang-sik, looked at Jong-seok.

"I'm going to finish my first year or just do my first semester and go to the army, what are you going to do?"

"Because I'm going to be an oriental doctor. Once you graduate, you'll go to a military doctor or a public health doctor."

"Well, that's how doctors all do."

Then Kim Young-woo reached out to Jong-seok as if he was disappointed.

"I don't know when I'll see you again."

"I'm afraid, but call me during the vacation. See you then."

"Yes."

Jong-seok, who greeted his friends, looked at them and sadly turned away.

Then he waved at his parents and Lee Soo-mi on the second floor of the auditorium.

"I graduated!"

Parents and Lee Soo-mi smiled and waved at Jong-seok's words.

***

Jong-seok, who had a date with Lee Soo-mi after having a meal with his parents, entered the house.

"I'm home."

When Jong-seok came in, my mom laughed and said,

"Did Sumi take you home?”

"Yes."

"Yes, I'm not letting a woman in on her own in this world these days."

At first, she seemed a little jealous of Lee Soo-mi, but now she liked her.

Lee Soo-mi was so friendly that I couldn't help but like her. Moreover, it was a good and pretty idea, even though it was Jong-seok's idea.

"And what did you talk about?”

My father, who was watching TV, asked stealthily. My dad liked Lee Soo-mi from the beginning, so I wonder what Jong-seok talked about with her.

"Like college life."

"So?"

"You must participate in the orientation. That's how it's easier to make friends when you're in school."

"Orientation?"

"You know, next week we're going for two nights and three days.”

"Oh! But I haven't even gone to school yet. What are you doing for three nights?"

"Because seniors go and freshmen go. You want your seniors and juniors to know each other and get along well with each other."

"Yes, wash and rest."

Jong-seok, who nodded at his father's words, entered the room and went online.

The search also revealed some strange things, but some experiences came out.

I went to Kyunghwa University Oriental Medicine University orientation.

On the first day, I get on the bus after hearing this and that in the auditorium of oriental medical school.

And at the hotel, where the orientation is.

One of the blogs was easy to understand because it had detailed explanations and photos attached.

And one more thing.

Usually, after orientation for freshmen and opening of classes, I go to MT. The oriental medical school of Kyunghwa University had orientation and MT together, so it was two nights and three days.

"It seems to be to prevent the school from taking a leave of absence within the semester." The class must be very tight because it is also an oriental medical school.’

I turned off Jongseok's cell phone thinking like that.

'It would be fun to have a new guy like Young-woo.'

It was a bit boring thinking that it would be hard to see Kim Young-woo often in the future.

Although Kim Young-woo lived a little thoughtless, it was fun to play with him because he was cheerful.

There will be new friends at school.’

***

And Jong-seok was entering the auditorium of Kyunghwa University Oriental Medicine University. Already quite a few students were reading something in place.

Jong-seok, who saw it, tried to sit in an empty seat, saw the paper in the chair and grabbed it.

Congratulations on your admission to Kyunghwa University's Oriental Medicine University.

This article says that freshmen will be able to learn more about their school life.

You know, I've been hoping that you'll get used to it.

It's a manual filled in.

If you read this manual well from now on,

School life will be comfortable,

If not, it will be bad.

All the seniors.

Jong-seok smiled at the slightly playful manual.

'Fortunately, it's not just hard.

Jong-seok, who laughed inwardly, began to read the instructions.

The manual contained a little mischief and joviality rather than seriousness.

For example, the recommendation was to drink alcohol as much as possible, but if you can't eat any more, refuse and put the glass on your head.

He said that if he puts a glass on his head, he no longer recommends alcohol.

'If you can put a glass on your head, it means you're a bit crazy, isn't that a trap?'

When I handed over the manual with that thought, a new content came out soon. A little bit of hard stuff, different from the previous two chapters.

'This must be a real orientation manual.’

Jong-seok, who was looking at the paper about his school life, professors' names, and academic schedules, was able to see familiar faces and names.

Can I learn from you two?’

When I thought of that, a student came up to the podium. Then he turned on the microphone, tapped his finger, and opened his mouth.

"Welcome, freshmen. From now on, we will conduct orientation for freshmen at Kyunghwa University's Oriental Medicine University."

***

The orientation for freshmen was held for about an hour in the auditorium. The president of the student council of oriental medical school was the host, and there were introductions from professors.

And Jong-seok could see Heo Yul and Heo Pyeong-ji in it.

When I looked at them with joy, Heo Yul found him and nodded in a small.

Jong-seok bowed to each other.

And after talking about some things that freshmen should know, they soon began to explain about the MT.

"Please look to the far right where you're sitting."

Everyone looked right at the student council president's words.

And Jong-seok looked to the right, and a man with short hair rose up.

He was a manly man with a good physique and a good face.

Sweep!

And all the students on the right, like a real man, got up and took out a paper rope from the bag and handed it out.

One by one, the student gave me a pen.

"Write down your name."

'Your voice is strong.’

When Jong-seok was thinking about it, the girl next to him wrote down and handed him a pen.

Jong-seok tilted his head while writing his name.

On the paper, there was a phrase, "Seven trillion."

"Write it down quickly."

Jong-seok wrote his name on the man's words and handed over the pen to the person next to him.

Watching people write their names on paper, the student president said.

"It's the leaders of each group of freshmen MT who just handed out their name necklace. Please move with the team leader and take the bus with you when you move. Listen to the details from each leader."

And as the student president came down from the podium, the man took the necklace out of his bag and hung it around his neck.

Hwang Hee-jin? That's a girl's name.’

And it looked at Hwang Hee-jin with a funny expression whether other kids had the same idea.

What looks like is that his name doesn't really match the manly Hwang Hee-jin.

"I'm Hwang Hee-jin, sophomore in the department of arts and crafts. You can tell me if you have any difficulties or needs for two nights and three days. And if you tease or play with my name, you think you're going to die, and if it's hard to call my name, just call me brother. Don't get hit for laughing and calling your name."

In any case, Hwang Hee-jin seemed to be well aware that his name was feminine.

So he seemed to be deliberately alert. Or maybe he's actually a tough guy.

A man raised his hand when Hwang Hee-jin said.

"I have a question."

"What?"

"Excuse me, ··"

The man stole a glance at the line and opened his mouth.

"We don't have any women who doze off. Do you happen to have a change of team or something?"

As the man said, in Group 7, which includes Jong-seok, all men were either coincidentally or unlucky.

And at the man's words, all the members of the team looked eagerly at Huang Hui-jin.

It's my first MT in college, and I don't want to be crowded among men.

And so was Jong-seok, who had a girlfriend. Even if you have a girlfriend, it's more fun to have one or two women when you play.

At the man's words, Hwang Hee-jin sighed small as he looked at him for a moment.

"Unfortunately, there is no change in the group."

Then Hwang Hee-jin grumbled small.

"Boys, why don't you sit next to the girls in moderation, ·· ? ? Why do only the boys sit here?"

Hwang Hee-jin also did not like the group, which consisted of only men.

"Dongu Bo Ju!"

"Man and Woman Pyeongju!"

When Group 7 was depressed in a group composed of men, a roar of laughter came from other groups.

At the sound, Hwang Hee-jin sighed and opened his mouth.

"We set the lights, too. Anyone who has a flashlight in mind?"

Hwang Hee-jin picked his lips and said, as the group members just kept silent.

"Just a male bath."

"What?"

"It's just a male bath."

Then Hwang Hee-jin turned around.

"Let's go! Just!"

At Hwang Hee-jin's cry, the team members looked at each other once and opened their mouths small.

"Nam, ? ?, Tang."

"To fall behind."

As Hwang Hee-jin glared behind him, the members sighed and shouted loudly.

"Just! A male bath!"

Hwang Hee-jin, who nodded at the members' cries, began to leave the auditorium.

Jong-seok, who was following Hwang Hee-jin, suddenly smiled.

Will Young-woo be like that when he's about his age?’

No wonder Hwang Hee-jin smelled like Kim Young-woo.

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