After filming, Jong-seok was having a dinner with his team at a restaurant where he rescued them today.

It was a kimchi stew restaurant, but it was not the existing menu, but the new menus made by Jongseok and Lee Anna.

In order to allow the owner to practice the new menu and raise the store's sales, the 119 team will have a company dinner at the restaurant.

Kang Sung-soo said with admiration, eating a spoonful of kimchi stew.

"Jongseok, today's menu is great, too.”

Jong-seok smiled at Kang Sung-soo's words and received a glass of soju from him.

"I'll just drag that car over and get you a drink.”

"You can call a deputy. I'll give you the proxy fee.”

"No."

"Yes, you should be careful with alcohol if you drive around."

Kang Sung-soo nodded at Jong-seok's words and said, spooning another spoonful of kimchi stew.

"By the way, do you have a passport?"

"I don't have a passport.”

"No?"

At Jong-seok's words, Kang Sung-soo looked at Ianna eating next to him.

"Does Anna have a passport?”

"I made it last year because there was a Chinese cooking competition.”

"Good for you. Then Jong-seok will have to make a passport."

"Suddenly, what about your passport?"

"It's not something else, but I think we're going to have a special shoot this time."

"Specials?"

When Jong-seok looked puzzled, Kang Seong-su smiled with a red face from drunkenness.

"This time I! I told our director. Director, let's do an overseas shoot, too.

"Overseas shooting?"

"It's not just in our country that there are stores that need our help. And our show has finally surpassed 10 percent in viewer ratings, so we should do that."

Kang Sung-soo seemed to be very happy to see his ratings exceed 10 percent.

That's true, the 5% increase before he took over has doubled.

"Then let's help a foreign store......not really, but you're trying to rescue a store run by an overseas Korean?”

Kang Sung-soo smiled and nodded at Jong-seok's words.

We haven`t posted it on our website yet, but if we get the director`s autograph, we`ll start looking for Korean stores in crisis. Then we'll get on a plane and go abroad!

"When?"

"It'll be about a week in mid-November."

"Then what about school?"

"I could send you an official letter to appear on the show.I don't know what happens to oriental medical school because theater and film departments handle public decisions.”

Lee An-na put a spoon on Kang Sung-soo's horse and said.

"If you send us an official letter, we'll accept your attendance."

Kang Sung-soo said to Lee An-na towards Jong-seok.

"It's a different school regulation, so......but it's an overseas shoot, so we should go, right?"

"Um...... okay."

I've been in class for about five days....I'm sure there won't be a big problem with my grades even if I miss that much. And there could be professors who would approve of attendance.'

My major would be a little difficult, but I thought the liberal arts class would go well. And I think you will understand my major a little because professors like me, who is the top student in my department.

Thinking like that, Jong-seok asked me this and that about overseas filming.

***

Wow, wow, wow!

All departments of Kyunghwa University attend the athletic competition. That meant that a lot of students would give off energy and scream.

And Jong-seok was recommended as a ssireum player by Hwang Hee-jin and was registered.

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

When Hwang Hee-jin collapsed on the floor with a groan, Jong-seok re-awakened his appetite.

"Fifth player from oriental medical school, come out!"

At the referee's words, Jong-seok pulled the scooter with his hand and came forward.

Ssireum was in the form of a team competition. In the form of a match against the next opponent until the winner loses, the oriental medical school now has only Jong-seok left and all the other players have lost.

Instead, Jong-seok had three more to deal with.

Hwang Hee-jin, who made a light touch with Jong-seok, said.

"You're a monster."

"You must be strong."

"Not only that, but I think he's learned ssireum."

"Really?"

"It's not my first time moving my waist."

"You must have learned a little in elementary school."

Hwang Hee-jin nodded at Jong-seok's remarks. If you had specialized in ssireum, you wouldn't have entered Kyunghwa University.

Although Kyunghwa University is not as good as SKY, it is also a prestigious university in Seoul.

"Be careful anyway. He's strong."

The oriental medical school also made up of people with good physique and all four lost to the second person.

"Jongseok, way to go!"

"119 Chef! Save us!"

Jong-seok nodded at the cheering from behind and looked back at Hwang Hee-jin.

Hwang Hee-jin, who entered among the students surrounding the ssireum, was shaking his head, breathing heavily.

Jong-seok smiled and lifted his thumb.

"Brother! I'll avenge you."

Hwang Hee-jin sighed and waved at Jong-seok's words.

"Don't get hurt."

Looking at Hwang Hee-jin waving his hands as if he didn't think he would win, Jong-seok kneeled down in front of his opponent.

Sweep!

When the two players caught each other's thighs, their opponents said.

"I'm looking at 119."

"What?"

"Because I like restaurant shows. But they don't let it go."

Jong-seok smiled when he glanced at his opponent who spoke informally to him because he was in high school.

"I'm not going to take it either.”

Jong-seok, who treated him respectfully because his opponent was older than him, stood up straight.

His opponent also straightened his knees with Jong-seok, and his face became slightly stiff.

It's like you're holding a rock.’

When you stretch your knees, you get up leaning against your opponent. And that's how the opponent stands up, and that's how he measures his opponent's strength.

However, Jong-seok's body did not budge like a stone.

It's as if you're getting up by holding a stone.

'Why are you so strong when you're at oriental medical school?

With that in mind, the opponent bent down and held Jongseok's Ttukba even stronger.

Jong-seok was also surprised by the power of his opponent, who was holding his own.

This is like judo power.’

As he held out the force of pulling himself, the referee, the PE student, hit the two on the back.

"Start!"

Fa'at!

With the word "start," the opponent pulled Jong-seok as if he was going to win at once.

He was dragged inside, with Jong-seok slightly holding out the force. Then the opponent twisted his back and tried to turn over Jong-seok.

Jong-seok tripped his foot, turning his legs forward of the opponent. Then the opponent hurriedly turned his back and tried to retake.

But already Jong-seok's legs fell back and bounced back with pushing his legs under the opponent's thighs.

Boooong!

The opponent, who lost his balance for a moment and had one leg up, took off his right hand and grabbed Jong-seok's shoulder.

They try to hold onto their shoulders and try to hold on somehow. However, the thin summer cotton t-shirt never had to withstand the weight of a sturdy man.

Argh!

With the torn clothes, Jong-seok pulled his hand down.

Bang!

With a heavy sound, the opponent fell to the sand.

"Wow! Jong-seok!"

"Jongseok won!"

Along with the roar of the oriental medical school, Jong-seok raised the hand of the fallen opponent on the sand.

"Well done.”

"Did you wrestle?"

"No, judo."

Jong-seok said while looking at the torn hem in his hand.

"I'll give you a tee after the match.”

"That's fine. You can wear a T-shirt with our department.”

"Yes, I'm sorry."

When the opponent shook his head and returned to his camp, Jong-seok glanced at the torn clothes and looked toward oriental medicine.

Seeing his seniors clapping and shouting, Jong-seok grabbed the torn clothes from side to side and tore them as they were.

"Euracha!"

Jong-seok's shouts sparkled the eyes of female colleagues and seniors.

'Wow, look at the body.'

'Jongseok has a great body.’

'I want to touch it.’

Hwang In-young hurriedly took out her cell phone and started filming Jongseok when her female classmates and seniors flashed their eyes.

"Jongseok is so cool!"

Hwang Young-mi whispered in a small whisper to Hwang In-young, who was screaming and filming Jongseok with her cell phone.

"Shooting is a crime, you nerd."

"Shut it up, girl."

Hwang Young-mi smiled at Hwang In-young and glanced at Hwang Tae-soo next to her.

"Why... ...why?"

When Hwang Tae-soo flinched in a guilty mood, Hwang Young-mi slid up the hem of his clothes.

"You should get some exercise, too.

"Mr. A."

At Hwang Young-mi's words, Hwang Tae-soo quickly lowered the hem of his clothes.

Noticing that the girls were in a mess looking at him from behind, Jong-seok roughly rolled up the torn clothes and threw them to the side.

And as soon as the next opponent came out, I caught him and Tumba.

'Tomorrow and this one specialize in fitness? Why is everyone so strong?’

He was weaker than his previous opponent just now, but this opponent was also strong. Fortunately, however, his ssireum skills were mediocre.

And that meant he was trying to push or pull himself over.

People who don't know ssireum know it by force, but ssireum is by skill and power, just like judo.

When Jong-seok pushed himself, he pulled him with a waist-hugging, and dropped it half a turn from the air, and when he pulled it, he pushed it down with the back spindle inside.

Thanks to Jong-seok's performance, oriental medical school won the ssireum, failed the preliminary round in tug-of-war, and finished sixth in overall results in soccer.

***

A stage was being set up at Gyeonghwadae Stadium on Sunday morning, the day after the sports day ended.

Along with the central stage, where the festival was held, the inns of each department were being set up from side to side.

And Jong-seok was also helping to set up the tent. Moving the tent of the oriental medical school, Hwang Hee-jin said.

"Did you see the picture posted on the department's homepage?"

Hwang Hee-jin's words filled Jong-seok's palate.

A photo of a sports event was posted on the website of the oriental medical school, where Jong-seok tore his clothes.

Also, his upper body, which is cut and cut well and unfolded like a video.

"Who posted it?"

"Sung-hee's sister."

"You mean the freshman sister of Bourne?"

When Jong-seok recalled his older sister who asked him to go to an orientation with him, Hwang Hee-jin nodded.

"My sister took pictures of the athletic competition to be posted on her website that day."

"Can't you ask him to put it down?"

"Why? That's the most hits. Oh! And the seniors who graduated call the department office like that."

"Why?"

"Do you have any more pictures? Kk??!"

Jong-seok sighed at Hwang Hee-jin's words, laughing as he spoke.

"That's a joke, right?"

"I'm kidding. But seniors leave a lot of comments. Why do you enter oriental medical school like this?"

After Hwang Hee-jin said, Jong-seok relished his appetite, put down the tent, and began to unfold.

When the tent was set to some extent, Hwang Hee-jin took a large piece of cloth out of a large bag and attached it to the entrance.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

As the cloth unfolded, a large print of Jong-seok appeared in it.

Chef Lee Jong-seok of 119 Food Rescue Team saves your stomach.

Chef Lee Jong-seok of oriental medical school

"You look good in the picture out?"

"I checked it several times and printed it out. It's all right, right?"

Jong-seok nodded at Hwang Hee-jin's words. When the department asked him if he should bet on something to announce that Jong-seok is cooking, he gave him a picture taken at the filming site and made this.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the picture, went to the kitchen.

There were Hwang In-young, Hwang Young-mi, and Hwang Tae-soo to work in the kitchen with Jong-seok.

And if you need anything, Hwang Hee-jin will help you......there were five of us on the kitchen team.

"Well, first of all... ... The line of motion is......."

Several portable gas stoves were installed on one side and dishes were placed on the other.

The move is aimed at minimizing movement by shortening the movement at least. Short movements make cooking easier and prevent accidents.

A long line of movement can overlap with other people, so there is a risk of dropping or injuring objects.

Hwang Hee-jin said when he was cleaning up like that.

"Since In-young and Young-mi are good at cooking. Learn well from Jongseok, and then work hard on Tuesdays and Fridays. Tae-sik, if you have food, give it to the waiters here. And if you need anything, tell me. Then I'll have them bring it."

Hwang Hee-jin came into the kitchen because he thought it would be uncomfortable to run errands for his classmates.

"Okay. Then I'll try to make some food for tomorrow. That way, we can check the movement here."

"Ho! Then shall I get you some rice?"

"Where?"

"There's a way."

"If you're hungry, do so."

"But did you bring the ingredients?”

"It's in the trunk of the car."

Jong-seok took out a small icebox with ingredients from the car. I had already prepared the ingredients at home, so I poured the sauce right into the frying pan and started cooking.

Teeth! Teeth!

As the ingredients were put in three frying pans at the same time and began to stir-fry, a delicious smell soon began to spread around.

"Wow, this smells good.”

"I guess oriental medical school is already cooking?”

"Uh...... isn't this picture of Lee Jong-seok, 119 Food Rescue Team?"

"Wow, oriental medical school is awesome......the cook on TV himself...... Oh, it smells good.”

When people passing by outside saw a picture of Jong-seok caught in the tent of oriental medical school, people gathered one by one toward the tent of oriental medical school.

As the delicious smell began to come out, they started to come without realizing it.

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