Future Smartphone 1

Chapter 1 – Episode 1. Return

“Jihoon! Jihoon! Lee Jihoon!”

“Ah. Just a little more…!”

“What’s wrong with the kid! Won’t you wake up?! Aren’t you going to school today?!”

“Suddenly, what kind of school is this…”

I don’t know what kind of nonsense this lady is talking about out of the blue.

It’s been quite a while since I graduated from school, and now I have to go out to find a job…

Uh? Why is mom here?

“Uh, Mom?!”

I realized belatedly that there was a mother in the small studio room where I lived alone.

However, it was so absurd to say that it was a school rather than accelerating the day when I was pathetically living day by day with the state of my family that had become a mess.

I wonder if I heard it wrong, but why is the surrounding scenery like this?

Her mother’s face, which had not weathered the storms of the years and her wrinkles had formed, was clean as if my memory was wrong.

In addition, the appearance of my room in the main house caught my eyes, whether I was sleeping in a small studio room that was no different from a garbage dump.

No matter how much I try to remember, I can’t remember coming home.

“Once he wakes up, I have to wash up and eat. Why don’t you look around because you have something to see?”

“…”

He said in a slightly annoyed voice and forced me to get out of bed.

“Hurry up and go to school!”

When I kept bringing up the topic of school from earlier, I thought for a moment that my mother was going crazy, but the lowered field of view is very strange.

I hurriedly left the room and used to find the bathroom.

“What’s this…”

Looking in the mirror in the bathroom, I groped my face with a bewildered expression.

Not only did my height decrease, but my face also became younger, just like my mother’s younger face.

It is unbelievable even for an elementary school student.

I was confused for a while in a situation that was so absurd, but I immediately thought.

Dream… Yes this must be a dream

I spread my palm and thought of the yellow cabbage leaves on it.

I don’t want to just think about it.

“Money.”

I tried to say it, but something formed on my palm, where there was nothing, and there was no such thing.

Weird.

I heard that lucid dreams come true if I wish, didn’t I?

“Money! Money! Woman! Pretty woman! Aodi A8! Lamborghini!”

I tried to shout something else, but it seems to be futile.

There’s no way to explain it unless it’s a dream, but it’s the first time I’ve experienced it, so I don’t know how to get out of here or how to enjoy it.

“Lee Ji-hoon! What are you doing in the bathroom without washing up! You’re late for school! Are you really going to upset mom?!”

“Oh, okay!”

When I heard my mother’s screams outside, I first wet her face with water, and a vivid sensation greeted me.

It seems that lucid dreaming was originally a sensation.

Anyway, I left the bathroom and headed straight to the kitchen.

There was a simple breakfast table.

“There’s no time. Eat quickly.”

“Yes.”

Sitting in a chair, holding a spoon, I felt like tears coming out of my eyes as I ate the steaming rice and soup.

I didn’t have the courage to look at my mother and father, who were only struggling because of their selfish and ugly son, so I ignored the words to come down home, so the time I couldn’t see them was much longer than I thought.

Likewise, her mom’s cooking after a long time broke my heart.

I didn’t leave home and start living like this.

Clearly, even before leaving the house, there was a time when I was determined that I would definitely succeed and make the two of them happy.

I did, but now I… What am I doing?

I was sad even though I felt pitiful myself.

It was simply grilled in a frying pan, but the nostalgic taste of spam, which strangely felt only more delicious, wrapped around my tongue.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and the tears began to flow.

“Ji… Hun-ah?”

My mom, who finally found me who stopped eating her food and showed tears, said where did she stop telling me to go to school from earlier? Tears welled up in her mother’s eyes as well.

“Jihoon-ah. I’m sorry. Wasn’t your mother too kind?”

Gently brought my face to my chest.

Even thinking to myself, I was tormented by guilt because I wondered if I had been annoyed with my young son.

“I think I took out my anger on my son without knowing it because something bad happened recently… I’m sorry. I’m sorry mom.”

Ah… Come to think of it. When I was young, there was a time when my dad’s business didn’t go well, and the family stumbled.

Judging from the fact that they haven’t moved to a house that was too cramped for three people to live in, it’s not quite that far yet, but it seems that they are seriously stumbling.

Because of this, it was understandable that her mother, who did not get angry easily, reacted sharply, as if she had become sensitive.

“No… Mom. I love you. And I’m sorry.”

I don’t know why, but I feel like even this is my fault, so I spilled the words I’m sorry after saying I love you.

“Why is he like this in the morning?”

I got angry because I didn’t hear what he said behind the scenes, but when I told him I love him, he seemed a little taken aback.

“Mom loves our Jihoonie too.”

Gently stroking her hair, he returned the words of love.

*

I was late because I hugged her mother and cried so that it wouldn’t go wrong.

I don’t know if it was before, but now our family wasn’t very comfortable.

Her father, who had only one car, rode out early in the morning, and as she was about to be late, her mother, who was trying to send her a taxi, refrained from leaving the house recklessly and running toward school.

“Heo-eok… Uh… Hoo-eup… Heo-eok.”

Her poor stamina made her gasp as if she was already exhausted from how much she had run.

Thinking about this again.

I wondered if this was a dream.

The lucid dreams I heard on the Internet or TV media were not like this.

“School! Teleport! Teleport!”

I guess this isn’t really a dream.

The assumption that it was not a dream was becoming an established fact when I saw that my senses were functioning properly without any abnormalities and that nothing I wanted came true even though I was a lucid dreamer.

If this is the case, being late for school is a bit like that.

Just now, you hugged each other and even showed tears, but think of the news that you were late.

There were no infidels.

“Huh… Heh… Heh… Sup… Ha… Ha… Ha.”

How did you get to school?

It was already late, so I took a leisurely breath.

“Uh…”

When I arrived at school, a problem arose.

It’s almost 10 years old school.

“What class am I in?”

I don’t remember half.

Wouldn’t it be strange that I remembered it in the first place?

I racked my brain and devised a way out of this situation.

How it came out.

I put down the book bag hanging from my back and searched inside.

At this age, it is certain that every object will have a class, number, and name written on it.

There was no way that he had just started going out at this time and rebelled against the teacher’s command to write the class, number, and name on his belongings and not write them down.

Fortunately, my class and number were written on it, so I went to the shoebox with my number, changed into slippers, and headed to class.

Arriving at the van, he cautiously slammed the back door. Opened

“Jihun, are you here?”

The young teacher, who couldn’t come to mind even after digging through all my memories, looked at me and said.

“Sorry.”

“No. You might be late.”

I was a teacher who told me to sit down without saying anything, perhaps because I was often late.

“Kuhk! Are you late for pooping?”

“Ugh! Stupid! Stupid!”

“Oh! Smell!

I looked around and found an empty seat, and on the way to it, the boys continued their childish pranks.

They giggled at each other about what was so funny and laughed at me.

Thinking of young Lee Ji-hoon, he would have shouted no as if soaked in resentment, but even though his body was young, his mind was a different adult from these kids.

I want to get along with you though.

“How did you know?”

It was affirmed

“Uh, huh…? Really?”

“Are you late to shit?”

Wasn’t this Embarrassment appeared on the children’s faces.

They must have been just pure children with a lot of playfulness.

An empty seat leaving such children behind. So, I arrived at what I thought was my seat.

It’s enough to sit down, but I couldn’t bear to sit down.

In the seat next to him, there was a girl who was much taller than normal boys and had a lot of something on her face that looked like a disease.

As if she knew her own ugly face, her long bangs covered the front of her face, but it couldn’t cover the entire area of ​​her face that was enlarged by the flesh.

I knew her name

Even though I can’t remember the names of the other kids in the class.

Her name is none other than

“Hannah…?”

Flinch!

Without realizing it, I put her name in my mouth and spit it out.

The massive body twitched and the flesh rippled.

“What are you doing? Don’t sit down quickly? Giggling!”

“Quick sit next to the virus!”

“Jihoon is going to catch a virus!”

Poor Han Na-yeong, who was nicknamed the virus because of the things that covered her face, doesn’t respond to the teasing of the boys who curse her.

This time, she might have yelled at Lee Ji-hoon in the middle of class, saying, “Don’t keep making fun of Lee Ji-hoon.”

No, I must have shouted.

But now I couldn’t help but be happy.

Now, even faintly, I remembered the confusion I had with Nayoung Hannah when I was looking for a new position through a lottery draw.

Maybe she did something bad to Hannah, but she couldn’t remember that.

“Hi?”

“…”

She said her goodbyes to Hannah, but her eyes scared me.

This. It seems that the time has already been committed.

“Quiet! Quiet!”

The teacher who caught up with the tumultuous atmosphere of the class let me go.

“Jihun. What’s wrong?”

I seem to notice that the children’s eyes are turning to me. She asked a question, but she just passed it over with a smile.

What’s going on

There is no choice but to be

I was able to do what I so longed for.

“She’s a very pretty girl later on.”

Among the beauties chosen by the world in a famous magazine, her name, Han Na-young, is so pretty that she proudly went up.

Do those boys who constantly tease and laugh at me sitting next to Hannah know this?

It would be fortunate if I hit the ground sooner or later and don’t regret it.

Anyway, I wonder if the words were in vain this time.

“You’re pretty? Maybe Hannah?”

“Puhahaha! It’s pretty! They say it’s pretty! Haha!”

“Teacher! Jihoon must have a headache right now!”

These days, I couldn’t meet the kids I knew because I was busy with social life, and I couldn’t find a job, so my personal relationship deteriorated rapidly.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t know that the increased self-talk would work like this.

I didn’t really lie, so I didn’t get hurt, but I whimpered as if it had a big effect on Han Na-young, who was sitting next to her.

I need to improve the relationship, but I want to know what to do if it gets worse.

“Quiet, quiet! Quiet! Jihoon-ah. Are you really sick?”

“No. It’s fine.”

“Are you really sick? You seem polite?”

The teacher tilted her head, but was busy calming the children who still did not stop by brushing off her doubts.

After some time, the teacher took the kids who had calmed down and resumed her lesson.

“Huh… Black.”

However, Hannah still held her breath and cried.

The sound of crying from the seat next to her kept bothering me.

I don’t really need to listen to it because I’m not a pak-head who can’t solve a problem like this.

Hmm. How can I comfort this?

Even if I apologized right away because it was something I did, I feel like it wouldn’t be accepted as an apology.

“Whoa…”

She sighed deeply.

I didn’t know when she was young, but she teased her, and her party, Han Na-young, was stealing tears during her class without anyone knowing.

It hurts more to not be seen as a skill that has cried once or twice.

More than anything, when she thought that if she took good care of her, she would be reborn as a beauty so beautiful that she could hardly believe her eyes, she wanted to express her apology as soon as possible.

The problem is, I don’t know if I’ll be able to properly apologize as I was a single mother.

Rather, she cried more, and the relationship didn’t come out in the mood that it would deteriorate beyond improvement.

Still, she can’t stay still.

Let’s think about how to apologize so that Han Na-young can understand my sincerity as much as possible.

She thought of her age, and everything that her children would like at this age, she looked for her way, but nothing seemed right.

Even if time passed and the next period came, it was the same even if lunchtime came.