"Hmmm. As expected, our section chief is also a monster."
From the middle of the fight, Park Jin-sung watched with the door open. I thought about when to help, but it was embarrassing.
Byun Ki-young got it wrong. "You punk!" The restriction on not being able to run wild at school only worked for Byun Ki-young.
There's nothing to pull out from the rooftop of the building in the first place, and you can't destroy it so you
can pull it out.
"Hey, squad leader."
Kim Se-yeon's Idea was the type to shine even more in local matches.
"Oh, my God, you punk!"
"Hey, squad leader."
Kim Se-yeon knocked out the rest of the pawns, leaving only Byun Ki-young out. Whether or not Byun Kiyoung rushed in, he purposely kept isolating only Byun Ki-young. "Wow." Park Jin-sung forgot that his jaw was opened and only exclamations continued. I felt like I was watching a
martial arts movie right in front of my eyes.
Less than three minutes have passed since the battle under the guise of collective beating began. However,
the side that should be beaten collectively rather beat all the groups.
"Hey, hey, squad leader, look. What should I do now?"
"Tsk. No matter how much garbage you collect, it's trash."
When Byun Ki-young saw the pawns lying down, he kicked his tongue.
"Soldier General Byun Ki-young, if you pass out, it's over. Let's get it right and end it. Got it?"
"LOL. All right. Let's get this over with. It's the finale."
Byun Ki-young was very confident for being left alone. It seemed natural that he was hiding something.
It doesn't matter.'
However, Kim did not hesitate. Justice is on you anyway.
Kim Se-yeon pulled her fist and prepared to hit a big shot.
"I'm going to go to the lower abdomen. Hold on tight."
"Haha. When didn't you do what you wanted? Do as you please, trash."
"Well, yes, that's true."
That's so loudly)
A clenched fist flew into Byun Ki-young's lower stomach.
Game over with this.
It is only by knocking down the squad leader that this stupid group is it.
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Kim Se-yeon was overwhelmed by the desire to take a shower as soon as possible. After washing my body
clean, I wanted to drink even a cold drink.
"Whoa. Your year is over."
"Huh? What did you just say?."
When Kim Seyeon focused on her eyes again,
"Laughing"
Byun Ki-young was rapidly lowering his posture. She intended to receive Kim Se-yeon's full swing directly
with her face.
"Ugh! You, Byun Kiyoung!""
It didn't respond. It worked that I thought of something else easily.
It is a fist wielded by a white jade goblin. It's a full swing. It's even pushing its face in there.
This one shot will change the meaning of collective lynching.
Only the fact that Kim Se-yeon unilaterally assaulted her will remain on her face.
Even though the accident quickly flashed through her mind, Kim Se-yeon couldn't bear to raise her fist.
What a snake!!'
The body was too honest to reap in that short time. And the timing of Byun Ki-young was also very precise.
"Haha. I won."
He was trying to get hit, but he was full of smiles that he won.
Damn it
When Kim Se-yeon felt defeat, "Oh, my." A third party intervened between the fist and the face.
Whoo-hoo! Cozyk!
"Whoa, trainee?"
"Oh, it's dangerous, squad dam. What are you going to do if your handsome nose bone breaks?"
The middle-class fist of the Sword Expert was put to rest by only the F-class grip.
"F-class garbage! How can you... Oh my god!
Park Jin-sung hit Kim Se-yeon's fist and kicked Byun Ki-young in the stomach. Toilet Ki-young, who was
suddenly hit by the boat, shook her legs.
"Oh, my God. Are you okay? Did I kick it too hard?"
"Ki, Kim Seyeon, Cough." Did you-- did you bring him here?"
"Huh? Me? Do I have to?"
"You're so mean! Kim Seyeon and SangBam!" But wasn't that a pinch just now?"
"What, what are you saying? It was enough alone."
"What the hell?!'
Kim Se-yeon was shocked inside. I just acted like I didn't care.
I don't know why Park Jin-sung came here, but maybe Park Jin-sung was hiding behind the rooftop door.
'No way.' But you ran from there to here and blocked it? You can't even raise your fist
What a ridiculous awakening.
Is that really F-class agility?
"No... let's say you stepped in. But you blocked my full swing...?"
"Kim Seyeon, Sang-Bam?" SangBam, are you okay? Are you sick? I shouldn't have taken it out with that."
Kim Se-yeon's embarrassed fist was filled with plastic debris.
"Whew. The garbage is a set."
Byun Ki-young, who took care of himself, suddenly cursed.
"Oh, squad dam. Are you feeling better already? A. It's getting dark. What's all this about? Can't you just go
home in a neat way?"
"Don't talk to me. I have bad breath."
"Well, don't lie to me! How neat I am, you know!"
Surprised by the strange part, Park Jin-sung said, smelling his mouth with his palm.
"Well, you two are done anyway. As a 3rd squad leader, the moment I report to 10th platoon leader...!"
"What? What did I do wrong? We deserve an award for protecting the squad leader!"
"Yes, that's right. Anyway, our cute trainer protected your ugly face. The petty tricks are already over."
Kim Se-yeon said as she collected ideas. The horn, which had been brilliant, slipped back into the forehead.
"Haha. You lost when you judged it to be insignificant, trash. I knew this would happen, so I was recording
here from the beginning. There's a camcorder behind the rooftop door.."
"Huh? Are you talking about this?"
Where Park Jin-sung pointed, pieces of plastic that were difficult to recognize were scattered. They were
from the same background attached to Kim Se-yeon's hand.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I ran with anything in a hurry, but hehe, you know, it hurts when you get hit directly by a
partial dam. Anyway! I never imagined that it was a squad dam. Please don't just ask me to pay you back."
"Hey! Trainee! Did you just get my fist out of a camcorder?""
"Well, don't say that! Partial dam! Are you going to take responsibility if the squad dam asks you to take it?"
It's become really petty schemes. All the justifications for dropping out of Kim Se-yeon have disappeared.
"...."
Byun Ki-young, stunned, turned her eyes to the sunset. The sun was sinking quite nicely.
"How did you get my fist! Come on, answer me! I'm going to hit you!"
"Ah! Why are you here to help me? Partial dam!"
The pawns who had fallen down also shook themselves one by one. The pawns, who finally came to their
senses, could hardly adapt to Byun Ki-young, who was out of his mind.
"Don't you tell me how you did it?" It's just... Hmm?
"Ugh! If you hit me, I'll report you!"
"Wait. Jin Sung, follow me."
"Boo, a partial dam?"
Kim Se-yeon, who suddenly became serious, took Park Jin-sung to her pawns.
"Hey, you guys."
"...."
The pawns, who lost their words and even their way, could not lift their faces.
"I told you, didn' I want you to emulate our trainer. It's not too late. Reflect on yourself."
Kim Se-yeon said in a very triumphant manner. With one hand on his waist, he raised his head to the fullest.
Park Jin-sung and Kim Se-yeon left the rooftop behind as they chatted and sneezed.
It was such a vain ending. The thirty men who dreamed of becoming great men could not stop the two.
"Are you also in 8th grade?"
"Huh. What are you saying? Puberty didn't even come, man."
"I have to tell Sergeant Ahn that I found a comrade."
"What? You were 8th grade syndrome?" Don't get involved with you. I have bad breath."
"I brushed my teeth!" Smelling. It can't be smelly"
"Don't lie to me. Then why are you stuttering?"
"Hey! Let go of the arm you're holding! It's been a while since I felt numb!"
Only the rakugo, which gradually became smaller, reminded me that this was reality.
"Damn it."
Thirty people, including Byun Ki-young, could not go down from the rooftop for a while.
* * *
"Pa! It's a blue horse! There's no such thing as break time in the world!"
It's dripping. Class 10 in the second grade of Haeundae High School.
The 10th platoon of the 2nd Company of Haeundae Special Education Battalion was currently gathered in the
middle of the training ground.
Even the time zone was 2 p.m., when Earth's radiation energy was most full on the ground.
"Captain, why are you doing this?"
"Be quiet! Keep digging!"
The seeds of the seeds that each squad leader raises did not work properly.
"Oh, platoon leader!"
"All platoon members, listen! This training is to build a more advantageous formation in the event of a battle
stalemate! Each and every one of your precious shovels will be directly related to the lives of your
comrades!"
"It's too hot! Can't you just use IDEA? I think this is too inefficient!"
"Noisy! Dig in time to talk!"
Again, the squad leader's protest was dismissed.
Students in class 2-10 were not given the idea of using it or even a long general shovel. He was drilling a hole
in a hard training ground with only a pure field shovel.
The difference between a regular shovel and a field shovel is indescribable.
Field shovels are very short because they value carrying. If you dig a little with this, your neck, shoulders,
waist, and arms will all die.
In the end, students with relatively weak physical strength began to scream.
"Oh my god"
"Gu, I can't dig a hole."
"Hurp. Is it stuck in a stone or something?"
Students' physical strength was so much that they were mistaken for stones even if they had a little hard lipid.
In the first place, there were not many high-strength children in the modern ideological generation.
In the end, the squad leaders, who were pushed back again, posted their final appeal.
"Leader platoon! It's so hard! It's not even the serious construction season, so do we have to dig this far?"
"Think of it as part of practice."
"Please let me write an idea!"
"What if you have the ability to detect ideas in the enemy camp? I can't
"Then how long do we have to dig?"
"I'll show you! You punks!" That's the army!"
Did you say that a seat makes a person.
Even in a class society based on meritocracy, the army was also an army.
The homeroom teacher, who was transferred to the 10th platoon leader, had already become a flexible
executive full of flexibility.
"One person in two minutes!" I'm afraid of sunstroke!"
"The rest digs. That's comradeship."
"Four minutes! I request a break!"
"Hoo. Good. Then I'll let you rest in order from the squad that makes five holes."
"It's here."
Park Jin-sung flashed his eyes at the words of the 10th platoon leader.
It was important to save your physical strength because you didn't know when to dig. I thought this kind of
opportunity would surely come if I waited.
"Haha."
Kim Se-yeon, who read Park Jin-sung's expression, smiled happily. Drenched in sweat, he shouted as he
stretched his back for the first time in a long time.
"Three minutes! Everyone stop!"
"What? Suddenly?"
"Shouldn't you dig it quickly?" I can't wait to rest...."
The three-minute squad members vaguely stopped working.
They were plainly puzzled. However, Kim Se-yeon did not care about this and called Park Jin-sung.
"Hey, trainee."
"Yes, a partial dam."
"How many can you do?"
"…Well, divide the people in half."
"…I see. All right. All squad members, listen! Divide the number of people by half! Do it!!"
First of all, Byun Ki-young walked helplessly. Weirdly obedient since the rooftop.
Except for Park Jin-sung, the three-minute crew members divided the number of people in a orderly manner.
Since Kim Se-yeon will not give a false order, they took it as a meaning to focus on one hole.
It's dripping!
The efficiency is much more natural than the random sale. Inspired by this sight, squads began to copy the
three minutes equally.
"Hahaha, but that's not what I meant. Trainee Park Jinseong?
Park Jin-sung, who sneaked behind Kim Se-yeon, appeared in a solemn tone.
"The trainees are ready."
"All right…go away…."
Kim Se-yeon ordered Park Jin-sung without looking.
"A must-win."
Park Jin-sung, who saw the reliable back, also sang softly as if he had not saluted.