58. Makgeolli and Pajeon (2)
The first night of the festival is ripe. The stalls were crowded with academy cadets.
“It’s like magic.”
“Yes. This is magic.”
The members of the cooking club were amazed to see that the stalls, which were empty when they were selling tteokbokki and tempura, were filled up without a single seat.
A large container of makgeolli and green onion were placed on the tables of the cadets huddled together. Smoke billowed from the freshly baked pajeon.
“Senior, didn’t you bring the restaurant lady from somewhere?”
A cadet who was eating pajeon asked a member of the cooking club.
“Ha ha ha! No, that can’t be the case. Listen to something later.”
Buwon stared at the kitchen with a slightly stiff face.
‘It’s a problem that there are people worse than the restaurant lady.’
Yeonsimun continued to skillfully make pajeon.
I decided to drop out at 11pm. It was 9 o’clock now.
There were successors next to him so that he could make pajeon when he was not there.
It was Choi Bit-na and a male cadet who was a member of the club. Choi Bit-na stared at the Yeonsimun.
“How did you become friends with Dojin and her?”
Yeonsi Moon stopped her dazzling arm for a moment and looked at Choi Bitna behind her.
“Okay.”
How did you meet her?
It’s only been a relationship for a few months now, but strangely, it felt like we’d known each other for years.
The first meeting was while dealing with the subordinates that Geomje So Dae-cheol sent to Iroas Academy.
We met for the first time while suppressing those who dared to enter the realm of the academy. After that, she began to see her often while eating.
“We became close while eating.”
Bitna Choi’s eyebrows trembled.
“I guess we ate together…”
Bitna Choi’s eyes were staring at the back of Yeon Si-mun’s head.
“How many times?”
Yeon Si-mun focused on pajeon again. She murmured quietly, not paying attention to Choi Bit-na.
“Well, maybe 10 or more.”
“More than 10 times…?”
Bitna Choi didn’t know. She
She knows that she is unknowingly spilling envy on her back.
Yeon Si-mun was aware of it right away with his innate sense. She was just a harmless being with no chance of harming herself. She was also cute, so I just let her go.
“Why, how many times has junior Bitna had dinner with Dojin?”
Yeon Si-mun just kept talking without any intention. From her point of view, Choi Bit-na literally looked like a cute little girl who still had a little bit of her childhood.
‘Wow, this older sister… Are you scratching?’
It’s just that Bitna Choi’s position on accepting it was a little different.
It is because Choi Bit-na, who had grown quite drunk with her originally bigoted personality, began to see the women surrounding Lee Do-jin as enemies to be defeated.
‘All slaughter… ! I’ll throw it away… !’
Of course, it was not a slaughter in the sense of literally killing it.
‘Next to Lee Do-jin, or stronger than Do-jin, pushing everyone out… !’
It may not be possible now, but someday, surely.
In Choi Bit-na’s head, her face was flushed red, the list of her killers began to be written in dark red. It was the scarlet letter.
Baek Hwa-yeon.
Jia Ryu.
Yeonsimun.
Choi Bit-na did not know that she had several more beings to keep in check.
‘Wipe it all out!’
Chuck!
A disposable plate appeared in front of Choi Bit-na, who was determined to be bloody in her head.
“Okay, eat one. Now I’ll explain the process.”
The plate presented by Yeonsimun contained freshly prepared, warm green onion pancakes.
Bitna Choi picked up the green onion with chopsticks and ate it in an instant.
“Omnyomnyom, it’s delicious!”
Hwaak-
The speculation that flowed from Choi Bit-na’s back faded in an instant.
Lee Do-jin was helping serve makgeolli and green onion.
He helped me not just once, but for about an hour.
“Enjoy your meal.”
This time, he was about to put down the food and move right away to serve food from another table, but someone grabbed Lee Do-jin’s sleeve.
“Can you take a picture of Ho-O-O-Xi?”
Lee Do-jin checked who was holding onto his sleeve.
“Isn’t that the freshman representative?”
Looking at it objectively, it was not a waste to say that she was pretty. She was a person with round eyes and well-defined features.
And he was also a person who had no one-sided relationship at all.
“I’m a research student, so you’ve probably never seen it before. I’m a fan. So, if you take a picture with me, it would be an infinite honor!”
It was very strange to Lee Do-jin that such words flowed without interruption.
Lee Do-jin had no choice but to ask an unexpected question. Because he was genuinely curious.
From noble mtl dot com
“Can you tell me how my fandom is formed?”
The theoretical undergraduate cadet, who seemed to have had a cup of makgeolli, held out his cell phone to Lee Do-jin while fussing.
“This is it. Because of this post that was posted three days ago, the wooden sword seat’s name was widely spread.”
“…A wooden sword seat?”
Lee Do-jin slightly stiffened his forehead and stared at his phone.
Title: The paladin’s weapon was a wooden sword.
It’s quiet now, so I’m barely uploading it. If you get a bachelor’s warning with this, you’ll grit your teeth and endure.
Lee Do-jin, representative of freshmen in the first year.
With a wooden sword, he single-handedly beat an estimated S-class beast.
Ah—is this the Holy Knight?
It was an unusual article in many ways.
And a picture was attached under that paragraph.
A haze of dust and debris from crumbling buildings.
A huge black beast lying mercilessly on the ground floor.
And the man in the black suit standing on top of that black beast.
Obviously, it was just a scene when the beast was slowly raising his body while fixing the back of the beast with a wooden sword.
Lee Do-jin’s body was covered with brilliance because of the broken exterior walls and the sunlight streaming through the windows.
A shadow on the front, and a halo rising like wings of light behind the body.
Thanks to these points, he looked like a faithful paladin who slayed demons and prayed to God.
And there was one more paragraph under the picture.
“Dear God. I had no choice but to pick up a wooden sword in order to fit into the ranks of the inferior students who make up the majority of the academy. Please, forgive me.”
Everyone praise, worship, revere the wooden sword seat.
‘… Crazy.’
Abusive language came out automatically.
Of course, I didn’t say it out loud. Dojin Lee lowered the scroll with his finger to check the comment.
I was sure no one would defend this crazy article.
But it wasn’t.
– I salute you. King God Dojin
-Can I ride Dojin Coin??
-The Ten Zones of the future are here.
-This is ㅇㅅ
-???That’s a freshman???
-You are noble.
All of them were sensible and unreasonable.
Lee Do-jin returned the cell phone she had received from her female student with her firm face still on her face.
“Sah, would you like to take a picture with me?”
“…Yes, it is.”
In the end, Dojin Lee could not ignore her fan’s request.
The bodies of Lee Do-jin and her female student were stuck. Dojin Lee smiled. So that the female student who approached her as a fan would not feel ashamed.
Click-
“Wow! Thank you!”
The female student bowed her head several times. Lee Do-jin, who smiled bitterly this time, stood up from her seat.
It must be over now, I thought.
It was then. Four men and women at the table where the woman was sitting shouted at the same time.
“”I’m a fan! Go for it!””
She suddenly wanted to die violently.
***
“You worked hard.”
“What?”
Lee Do-jin poured her makgeolli for Yeonsi-moon.
After all, it was past 12 o’clock. The two sat on chairs and drank makgeolli while looking up at the black sky.
Yeon Si-mun finished baking the green onion at 11:00, but it took over an hour to supervise and supervise the making of the green onion.
Noisily-
The table was still full even though we informed them that the food stalls would close at 1:00 in the morning. It was rumored to be delicious.
“Junior, are you a celebrity?”
Yeon Si-mun noticed that there were one or two people who kept glancing at him. And it didn’t take long for him to realize that he was not looking at himself, but at Dojin Lee next to him.
“Senior has been through this too.”
2Nd year summer vacation.
Yeon Si-moon once became famous for a video in which he single-handedly smashes an A-rank monster that came out of a gate.
Not only did the video circulate in the community of hunters and academy cadets, but a photo of Yeon Si-moon slaying a monster and then shaking his hand was hung on the front page of an article in major media outlets.
Lee Do-jin, wondering if anyone other than himself had gone through this kind of hardship, checked the post a while ago and was able to find the Yeonsimun case in less than 3 minutes.
“I wasn’t like this, junior. A paladin with a wooden sword… Keke keke keke!”
Yeon Si-mun laughed out loud. Dojin Lee let out a deep sigh.
“I can’t laugh.”
“Do you have any rice wine left?”
Lee Do-jin turned his head at the vaguely heard voice. A blonde, blue-haired woman was walking towards her. She was Rachel Walker.
Yeonsi Moon waved her hand at her welcome appearance.
“Hey, Rachel.”
“Yes, poetry.”
Rachel approached Yeonsi Moon and gave her a light hug.
The silver-haired and blonde-haired people patted each other on the back. It was a very short hug.
After finishing her formal greeting, Rachel stared at Lee Do-jin.
“Should I hug junior Dojin?”
“I will decline.”
“Why are you so quick to answer? Don’t be virtuous.”
Rachael Walker raised the corner of her mouth and sat down next to Dojin Lee.
“I’ll pour you a drink in nobility.”
Lee Do-jin poured a glass of makgeolli to Rachel Walker. Rachel gulped down her makgeolli without hesitation.
“It’s delicious to eat sometimes, makgeolli.”
“It’s strange that Americans sometimes eat it.”
‘… Me, who is that? Blonde this time? Cheongan?’
Bitna Choi, who served at the table next to her, narrowed her eyes at the appearance of another woman.
‘Why so many!’
One more person was about to be added to the
List of slaughter that occupied a corner of Choi Bit-na’s head.