285 – [5] I’m so fucking pretty
#285
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The practical lecture ended without any incident.
It was truly a relief.
“Fire!”
“Someone set fire to the forest!!!”
“Oh, no, I didn’t start a fire, I accidentally turned on charcoal while grilling meat.”
“Save people!!!”
“Everyone, run towards the Shareltea campus!”
Anyway, nothing special happened.
Of course, perhaps because it was Burning Friday, there was a minor incident where the forest caught fire.
However, it is safe to say that this was a ‘spontaneous combustion’ caused by the academy’s academic enthusiasm.
In the first place, cadets may make some mistakes while studying, but why do we judge right and wrong so much?
So we sneaked out of the forest before the fire spread and returned to Arecibo.
Probably, there will be no bothersome investigation or anything.
It was a moment of relief as I rolled around at home like that.
A message arrived from an unfamiliar name.
[Cha So-yul: (Eagle baseball team character emoticon shouting ‘win!’)]
[Cha So-yul: (Eagle baseball team character emoticon knocking on the door)]
[Cha So-yul: (Eagle baseball team character shaking a bat emoticon)]
“Oh, Marie sent it…… “Isn’t it?”
Actually, not one, but three.
Even the way the emoticon was used was so similar to that of a thousand horses that I almost misunderstood it.
Cheonma-ri’s grandmother, please be a little more considerate, even if only for the spring and autumn.
The person who divorced because of baseball used a baseball emoticon when handling business.
[Cha So-yul: (emoticon asking for no response)]
[Kang Xian: I am there.]
The message must have been sent for an interim report, so there was no option to ignore it.
He answered right away.
[Cha So-yul: Oh, there you are.]
[Cha So-yul: Interim report ㄱㄱㄱㄱㄱ]
I responded back with a cheap message.
I thought this was the right thing for someone to hold a position as a member of the National Assembly, but I shouldn’t have any doubts.
The opponent is a thousand grandmothers.
Since she is my friend’s guardian, it was right for her to be formal.
[Kang Xian: First of all, I can’t cook dirty.]
[Cha So-yul: Can’t cook?]
[Kang Xian: He burned and ate the entire meat he brought.]
[Cha So-yul: Oh…… If you’re Chinese, you probably know a lot about survival cooking, but they’re unique.]
[Kang Xian: That’s right.]
[Cha So-yul: Do you have anything else to report?]
The content is that someone recommended another lecture.
It may not seem like a big deal, but considering the exchange of words about bending one’s pride, it seemed clear that there was something there.
[Kang Xian: That…… I found out while overhearing them talking. I think I originally didn’t want to take this lecture.]
[Cha Soyul: …… ? Then why did you hear that?]
[Kang Xian: That’s right. According to them, someone recommended a different course or something.]
[Cha So-yul: Another lecture?]
[Kang Xian: I don’t know what kind of lecture it is because they didn’t say anything. But he said that if you listen to that lecture, you have to humble your pride.]
[Kang Xian: If you roughly look at the nuance, it doesn’t seem like your relationship with the person who recommended you is good.]
[Cha So-yul: Umm… ….]
That was all for this report.
I had nothing to say beyond this, so the message did not continue.
[Cha So-yul: You know nothing more than this, right?]
[Kang Xian: Yes. There are a few more useless things, but they are really useless.]
[Cha So-yul: That’s enough. First of all, additional instructions will come soon. Surveillance continues.]
[Kang Xian: I understand.]
Additional instructions.
I have a feeling it won’t end at the surveillance ship.
Since there was nothing satisfactory on the other side, it seemed highly likely.
At best, cooking skills and connection with someone are everything.
There was room for interest in the connection aspect, but it was too local and vague to be of interest.
But what can I do, that’s all I know right now.
I tried to cover my phone as if I had no choice.
[Cha So-yul: Anyway, I have a personal question.]
The message that came at that moment.
I tilted my head at the fact that the conversation wasn’t over yet.
[Kang Xian: Yes?]
[Cha So-yul: How is our Mari doing?]
[Kang Xian: Ah, yes…… What… ….]
We always stay the same.
To the point where you don’t even need to know what it is.
Still, I thought it would be good to talk about exactly what I was doing, so I opened the door and looked into the living room.
There were a thousand people there, with red eyes, staring at the TV like crazy dogs.
– “Double play! It’s a double play! This is how you strike out!”
– “This is a big deal! “The Eagles have been showing poor form one after another since the start of fall baseball!”
“Kaaaaa! Is this baseball!!!”
Soon, he coughed up blood with his saliva, rolled around on the floor, and started convulsing.
It could be said to be a scene that shows the evils of baseball.
I was shocked to see my childhood friend dying from narcotic baseball.
It was a moment when I hated the government for not banning baseball, which was tantamount to murder.
I went to confession right away.
[Kang Xian: I’m watching baseball.]
[Cha So-yul: Baseball? [You seem to be enjoying a very healthy hobby.]
“The club really has no love, the league has no love, and the players have no love. “I think hunters who use violence are more lovable.”
It’s really wholesome.
It was so wholesome that it created more than two mothers in a certain group.
So, I took a quick photo to give a little twist to reality.
A photo of a crazy childhood friend wearing only underwear.
It was no different from data that should be considered a virus.
But unfortunately, my phone gallery was overflowing with such photos.
Photos of thousands of animals that I personally stuffed so that they can be covered in blankets when they grow up.
If Cheonma-ri wasn’t holding these embarrassing photos, I wouldn’t have collected them.
And this time, I had no intention of ending it at the level of simply collecting.
This photo was always meant to criticize reality, and the way to do so was to send the photo to a thousand grandmothers.
[Kang Xian: (several photos attached)]
[Kang Xian: I’m doing this right now.]
[Cha So-yul: I’m quietly watching baseball. I’m so glad.]
[Cha So-yul: (emoticon saying cute)]
Yum? Totally.
No matter how much you call him a homebody, I wouldn’t call it cowardly to do something like that while watching baseball.
[Kang Xian: ?]
[Cha So-yul: Who does she resemble and why is she so passionate?]
I told him the truth, but it wasn’t the reaction I wanted.
When I thought about it carefully, Cheonmaly was closer to my grandmother’s spicy version.
There is nothing strange about someone who commits a crime because of baseball.
It means ‘compatriot’.
[Cha So-yul: Xian, don’t you think Mari resembles me?]
[Cha So-yul: Personality, hobbies, choosing men, body, and face!]
[Cha So-yul: Every time I see something like this, I feel like this old lady’s good side has worn off~]
“How can a thousand birds be divided into two people?”
It was a terrible reality.
Looking at it from this perspective, I felt very sorry for Chairman Nartica.
How did I make the extreme choice of marrying someone like that?
How does he stay sane despite the cruelty from his wife and granddaughter?
I shook my head at him, feeling miserable about the fight he had been fighting for decades.
Finally, as if there was no answer, the conversation with Grandmother Cheonma-ri ended.
“Jesus, Young master, Buddha, Muhammad, Cao Cao!!! Please let us, the last one, get 10 points!!!”
“Ugh.”
Not 1 point, but 10 points.
Will that work?
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No matter what the thousand horses that continue my (baseball) struggle say or not.
Going back to my room, I stared at the bag on the desk.
Originally, it was an item that had to be submitted to the Academy after exiting the World Gate.
However, no matter how I looked at it, there was something strange about it, so I had to move it to my house.
It may seem like theft, but it was not a crime as they just rented the dead person’s items and then moved them.
I planned to use it well and return it to the bereaved family at some point, so there was no moral problem from a Confucian perspective.
The dead have no words, but the living have to live hard in reality, so even in hell they will understand.
With that mindset, I took out the brown book in my bag.
A book that makes you question under what standards you worked.
Is it from a good academy employee, a fake academy employee, or someone else entirely?
I had doubts about who the author was.
At least, I often thought that it was the product of a good academy employee.
Common sense tells us that there are a certain number of servants who will wear fursuits and go around Arecibo.
He had no choice but to be someone who was influenced by the student council to receive the award.
So, I opened the book with excitement, wondering what kind of secrets about the academy it might contain.
Then.
“What is this?”
It was full of earthworms from the first page.
Of course, I did not mean that there were real earthworms crawling around.
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“What kind of cursive…” … Rather, is this in English?”
It meant insanely bad handwriting.
It was like that.
I don’t know if it was written in bad handwriting for security reasons, but the font was completely unrecognizable to me.
What is this?
I brought it here with high expectations, but I couldn’t recognize it at all.
But I had a way.
That is, it used a thousand birds that had learned numerous handwriting fonts from the human world through a deep learning method called regression.
Sufficiently trained humans are superior to AI, so there was a good chance of success.
I immediately left the room and approached the dead Cheonmae with an overwhelming score difference.
Slap!
I slapped him on the butt to make him come to his senses.
A thousand birds screaming and running around, clutching the area where they were hit.
“Hey, please interpret this for me.”
However, the rampage did not continue.
When I held out an unidentified book, he stopped running wild.
Looks interested.
I showed her the first page of her book.
Truly avant-garde writing was reflected in her pupils.
Cheonma-ri opened her mouth wide and nodded her head.
I felt like I was sending a signal that I roughly understood it.
It certainly seemed like the deep learning training for the regressors was well done.
“Chapter 1, Verse 1, A thousand faces are beautiful. Chapter 1 Verse 2, Thousand Horse’s body is crazy. Chapter 1 Verse 3, Cheonma-ri is the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“… ….”
“1 Page summary. “I’m so fucking pretty.”
Such a useless guy.
There is no deep learning training in cursive at all.
“I actually know that I’m pretty.”
Next, pretty hand gestures.
It was really disgusting, perhaps because I was wearing underwear.
I just wish someone would pick this guy up.