Raising a Neglected Singer-Songwriter - Chapter 187



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Episode 187. Do you remember (1)

September was a pretty cruel month for a high school senior.

The college entrance exam is just around the corner, but it still feels ambiguous.

Although they were studying hard to memorize even one more word, the cool breeze blew a gust of air into their noses.

Even so, September is a time when there is no choice.

If only the college entrance exam was over, we would have given up on studying anyway, and dreamed of a bright future, saying that we would soon become adults. We would immerse ourselves in games that we couldn’t finish, go get our driver’s licenses, and date. Some people would start working part-time and already act like adults.

September can’t be like that.

There’s something called atmosphere.

Even though I gave up on studying, I felt like I shouldn’t cause harm to others… …an atmosphere.

Park Min-jae was also opening a book in that kind of atmosphere.

Of course, now surrounded by the members of Paradise High School Super Pink, who have been reorganized into a mixed group… … .

“Ha… … School is a prison. I’m really sick of it.”

“That’s funny. You don’t even study.”

Why are you answering when you’re just talking to yourself? Park Min-jae frowned and looked to the side.

It’s Nam Bo-mi.

Anyway, now I can tell who’s who just by hearing their voices. I knew it was Nam Bo-mi without even having to look at her.

I just needed someone to complain to.

I was feeling suffocated.

This is the time when everyone is burying their heads in their books and not saying a word.

“I study better than you.”

“Daaebak. Are you crazy? I’m better than you.”

“What rank did you get on this mock exam?”

“I don’t know. How would you know?”

Park Min-jae laughed in vain at Nam Bo-mi’s very confident attitude. Even if she had given up on studying, she was still a third-year high school student. Isn’t it normal to check her mock exam scores? However, I don’t intend to criticize her for being ignorant.

Park Min-jae was also a talented person who would be sad to be told he was second in terms of mental strength.

“Yeah, well. Do we really need to do this among ourselves? All schools in Korea should be like this… … . Do you still think that grades are the most important thing? These days, even if you graduate from college, you still have to work part-time. It would be better to save up on tuition and invest it. Don’t you think so?”

“I miss you guys.”

“And. Right? People who do YouTube like me should be recognized as a profession. In that sense, I’m better than people who already graduated from college. Why do I have to take the CSAT?”

“I hope you guys are doing well.”

At some point, Park Min-jae frowned again at the conversation with Nam Bo-mi, who was running parallel lines.

Nam Bo-mi, whose eyes are wide open and staring out the window at the air, enters Park Min-jae’s eyes.

I glanced back and saw her, strawberry-scented. Yujin Lee was sleeping with a book as her pillow.

Park Ha-eun, sitting next to him, is giggling and constantly touching her cell phone.

“… … This is evidence that shows the evils of public education in Korea. We need to help kids who don’t study find their aptitude early on. What is this? It just gives them blisters on their butts.”

Whether Park Min-jae is mumbling or not.

The book of Lee Yu-jin lying down is soaked with saliva.

“Brothers… … .”

As if someone addicted to something were going through withdrawal symptoms, Nam Bo-mi suddenly started looking for her brothers over and over again…

“Kik kik. I should send a DM.”

Park Ha-eun is just looking at her cell phone.

Now that I think about it, I don’t know when I became close with them.

It started with Kim Mi-so.

The person in question, Kim Mi-so, is a star in the sky… … No, because if I say it like that, it feels like she’s dead. She disappeared, becoming a star beyond the screen. When I came to my senses, there were only these three people left around me.

Other friends are jealous… … .

Although they are not good at studying, all three of them are so good that they would not fall behind in anything if you just look at their appearance.

Spending every day with three women like that must look good to others.

‘The problem is that there are three of us… … .’

Park Min-jae straightened the ring finger of his left hand that was resting his chin on and blew his nose.

Now I’ve abandoned Kim Mi-so and decided on Lee Yu-jin. But since the three of them are still hanging out together, it’s not easy to even exchange a glance, let alone find the right time to confess.

If I were a love expert like Dong-ha, I would have tried to have a secret flirtation. But I can’t do that.

I took out the ring finger that had been in my left nostril and put it in my right nostril. The finger should be fair to the nostrils… … .

As my thoughts reached that point, suddenly. All of a sudden. All of a sudden.

School is like a prison, and I think of my older brother Dong-ha whom I had forgotten about.

So Park Min-jae muttered to himself again.

Actually, it’s a monologue that I’m telling you to listen to. Otherwise, you’re crazy. If you say it out loud every time you think of something.

“What is Dong-ha hyung doing? He’s been promoting it a lot. He’s also working on the countdown for his second album… … .”

“I heard that Dong-ha oppa is appearing in Misari?”

Park Min-jae reflexively turned around when he heard Park Ha-eun’s voice from behind him.

“Huh? Misari? Appearance?”

“Yeah. It showed up on SNS. Misari PoXmonster. It’s been appearing for 3 days straight. That’s why we started an expedition to catch it.”

“What is that? Why Misari? Are you dating?”

“No, that’s not it. You said you were going to perform? At a live cafe called Raven or something? Somewhere like that.”

It’s a sound that I don’t understand, but it makes sense.

And Park Ha-eun’s information is surprisingly fast and accurate. Since she always has her cell phone with her, no one can keep up with Park Ha-eun when it comes to news or issues.

At this point when the release of their second album is imminent, why on earth are they holding a concert in Misari? I don’t understand it one bit.

‘Yeah, well… when did I ever understand what he did…? A common person like me can’t understand him.’

But I know this one thing.

Moving is fun.

Fun Tier 1. Top Tier. S-Class.

So much so that I don’t have enough words to express it.

Now I know that no matter what I do, I’m happy when I’m around that guy.

Park Min-jae suddenly stood up and raised his fist toward the sky.

“Arise, warriors of Korea!”

“Oh, what are you saying… … ?”

“it’s crazy?”

“Students! Don’t be passive people waiting to be released, but be voluntary people who escape on their own!”

“Ha… … That crazy kid is really… … doing it again.”

“Get out, please.”

“Don’t bother me and just give up on your own. We have to go to college!”

“Get out, please!”

It’s a relief to see students in my quiet class starting to get irritated.

Yeah. There are a few students in the class, so there should be some noise in a place where people live.

But if I had stopped in my thoughts, it wouldn’t have happened.

“Let’s go see my brothers. I’ve endured enough. The education system in Korea is shit!”

1 warrior declared war.

Nam Bo-mi was probably just waiting for someone to put up the flagpole.

When Park Min-jae met Nam Bo-mi’s eyes, he saw that her eyes, which had been frozen, had come back to life.

Knock knock.

I feel someone getting up behind me, along with the sound of a chair being dragged.

“Let’s go. I was bored, so this is good.”

Park Ha-eun, who never goes against justice, stands up again.

“Ugh… … . Let’s go… … . My back hurts. I can’t sleep anymore… … .”

Wiping the spit off her face with her arm, she smelled like strawberries. Lee Yu-jin also suddenly stood up.

“Hey, get out of here, please! All four of you, get out of here!”

okay.

This is correct.

Leave studying to those who want to study.

We must go our own way.

The four warriors left the classroom, enduring the various bundles of papers pouring down behind them.

however…….

“me too.”

Another unexpected person also follows along, carrying a backpack.

“You’ve completely changed your mind?”

“Shut up. The main force is always Nuclear. And… …Can we go out and get some fresh air? We’re not criminals, after all, as you said?”

Iareum joined last.

* * *

Misari.

This place, once a golden age, is now in decline.

“What the…? Why are there a bunch of young students here?”

Mr. Kim, who has been running a charcoal grilled rib restaurant in Misari for 20 years, was chasing flies outside his door today when he saw a group of people flocking from afar.

Young… … these students are so fresh and vibrant that it’s hard to describe them as such.

“This isn’t a place where students in uniforms would come… … ?”

Next to Mr. Kim, Mr. Choi, who was eating noodles at a noodle shop, appeared.

“Didn’t you know? The number of students has increased recently.”

“Why do students come here?”

It’s not a place you can’t come to, but the distance and transportation are both issues, and most importantly, it’s not a place where students have much to enjoy.

It was an extremely rare sight.

Mr. Kim narrowed his eyes and checked the letters written on the headband of the student walking ahead.

“What’s that on your head? Dong… … Ha… … Love? Do you know where you’re going?”

“It’s Raven. Live Cafe.”

“Those guys?”

“yes.”

“why?”

“The Dong-ha you love is there.”

Kim A-mu thought about it, but at this point, the only person who can say Dong-ha is singer Lee Dong-ha.

I’m over 50 this year, but I know that much.

It’s been a while since we had any guests, so I just turned on the TV…

“Blue Porcelain move?”

“yes.”

“To Raven?”

“I told you so.”

“and!”

“What the… … .”

Why on earth did you say that exclamation?

Although he was too old to say it out loud, Choi sighed as he looked at Kim with pity.

“Should we go too? It’s been a while since we’ve seen a young celebrity.”

As expected.

Mr. Choi is also working hard at the noodle shop, but he is not as good as Mr. Kim at the next shop. He is talking nonsense without even knowing that good fortune is coming.

“Get ready for business. It’s going to be a bust after a while.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Oh my, really. Look at all the people coming in. What are they going to do here? They’re going to move and look at the Blue Porcelain. They must be hungry, right? Then they’ll look for something to eat. If there are a lot of people, everything will be full. In that situation, you’re going to lower the shutter and go look at the move together?”

“iced coffee!”

It was so pathetic, but I tried to understand.

That makes sense, what about Misari?

It was a place that was slowly drying up and dying, so it was understandable that they would lose their senses.

Regardless of whether something is delicious or not, the number of people has decreased significantly.

“Wow… … But it’s amazing… … . You came all the way here just to see a celebrity.”

“They’re so mysterious. They don’t do variety shows. They don’t film commercials. There are still no plans for concerts. They only appear on music shows and radio, and after finishing their first album, they were quiet for a few months. Then, suddenly, they’re having a concert, so the fans are going crazy.”

Mr. Kim opened his eyes wide and looked at Mr. Choi.

There’s nothing this guy doesn’t know.

He’s a perfect guy, except for the fact that he can’t drink noodles, even though he’s the owner of a noodle shop.

“President Choi knows everything?”

“Isn’t it the same thing?”

“what?”

“I have nothing else to do but chase flies. What else would I do besides watch TV or the internet?”

Kim and Choi’s eyes met in the air and broke into warm laughter.

A widower knows the circumstances of a widow.

I feel sorry for looking down on you because you can’t make noodles.

Well, what, if I had just tried selling it, it would have improved. I just chased flies. That skill alone improved.

He catches flies like a martial arts master.

Either that guy or me.

Kim A’s warm eyes passed Choi A’s and turned back to the crowd of people.

“Are they fans of Blue Porcelain too?”

“yes.”

“But why the leather jacket? The weather isn’t quite right yet.”

“It’s rock.”

“Ah… … That’s right. It’s rock. It’s rock.”

It’s been a while since I’ve felt excited about rock or anything.

Whatever it was, it was certain that this many people had gathered at Misari for the first time since the stadium was built.

“It was rock… … . Rock is love… … .”

“Please wipe the griddle.”

“You too. Oh, if possible, leave the noodle-making to your mother. Buy the broth and use it. You’re terrible.”

“Thank you for your kind words.”

“Okay. Fighting.”