Chapter 10 – #10. Condition
The Department of Architecture is a department with a truly independent and unique ecosystem.
Judging from the data accumulated over the past 4 years, about 90% of them would have tilted their heads if they were to tell outsiders about the phenomena taking place here.
And the representative phenomenon to talk about today is the burnout symptom that comes during the exam period.
Burnout symptoms refer to a phenomenon in which a person who is enthusiastically immersed in work complains of extreme physical and mental fatigue and becomes lethargic. Surprisingly, more than half of architecture students experience this phenomenon during the exam period.
Isn’t it strange?
All students would burn all their passion for studying for the exam, and after that, they would come.
The reason was simple.
Just design ‘finish.’
Floor plan. Diagram. 3d modeling. Rendering. Retouching. Plot.
The excessive number of processes required to present the results of practical training in front of the professors inevitably made people feel impoverished.
It wasn’t like ‘studying’.
It was an aggregate of pure labor itself.
In order to draw a drawing, I had to take out a calculator to calculate the turning radius of the parking lot.
In order to make a model, I had to cut the steps in millimeters until the eyes fell out and attach them with tweezers while shaking my hands.
There was no intelligence in this process.
This was a very ignorant task and was a series of repetitions.
And the students who poured everything into it suffer from severe burnout symptoms.
This was because only sharp comments from the professors were always waiting for the final evaluation.
Of course, some compliments like sweet rain, but that’s only a small portion. It is safe to say that 9 minutes and 45 seconds of the 10-minute evaluation was a stabbing and hacking time.
It was this practical course called [Architectural design] Where I paid the not-so-cheap tuition and worked like a dog and was beaten to such an extent that not a single speck of dust came out of my back.
If I explain it like this, I hope you can understand a little bit.
And now I was suffering from severe burnout.
“Ah… I don’t want to… Huimin-ah…”
[Modern architecture] About 3 hours until the start of midterm exams.
Sitting on a chair in the design room, with my feet on the desk, I was reciting Hagishire as I pushed back the chair.
“If you’re going to perish, perish alone.”
Huimin scolded me for mumbling.
“Sirrea… You’ll be ruined too…”
What is a friend When a friend is having a hard time, isn’t it a friend to go through the hard times together?
If at this timing, ‘No, I can do it!’ If you have a friend who says things like this, it’s clear that that friend is probably keeping a distance from you.
Ah. Of course, it’s limited to boys.
Despite my sabotage, Hwimin gnashed his teeth and continued studying.
Boys … I’m good at design … If you study hard … I want to eat and live …
…I make a living by writing nonsense. What.
Something is actually possible, and the income is fine now, but why is it so bittersweet?
Ah. Come to think of it, there are also children in our department who are engaged in similar industries.
Turning my head, I looked towards Hannah’s seat.
She’s like an endangered animal, and she almost never lives here unless it’s a deadline… De…
Huh?
“Brother Minho.”
Huh…?
Am I looking at something wrong?
Why is Hannah in front of my desk?
“Brother Minho.”
White cardigan.
Pink tennis skirt.
Thin-rimmed round glasses.
When I didn’t answer, Huimin, who was sitting next to me, tapped me.
“Hey, Minho. You’re calling me.”
Huimin was looking at the two of us with a very puzzled expression.
“Are you really Hannah?”
Stunned, I asked a strange question.
“Then, is there another Naeun you know besides me? Oppa?”
Hannah lifted her glasses slightly with a new look.
“No. That’s not it… What’s going on?”
The moment I realized that she existed in front of me, sweat started to flow from my back like a waterfall.
Could it be… Report…? Or… Did you come to ask for something else?
Money… If you ask for money, how much do you have to pay?
It felt like numbers were spinning above her head.
“I’m thinking of going out and talking about it… Is the time okay?”
What should I do… Should I respond to the conversation?
No no no Let’s endure as long as possible.
“Ah… I was studying for an upcoming exam. Maybe I’ll talk about it after the Modern Architecture exam is over.”
But the one who cut me off was not Hannah, but my best friend. It was Lee Hwi-min.
“Fuck no. Hey. Naeun-ah, this bastard was singing a song saying he didn’t want to do it before, but you drag it a bit and come get some air.”
“You say?”
Hannah looked at me and smiled.
Wow… What a dog. He said he was like a bastard who couldn’t even help.
Naeun grabbed my wrist and lifted me up.
“If you keep procrastinating, I have no choice but to talk here?”
As I woke up, she softly whispered in my ear.
At her words, I felt my spine automatically straighten.
“Yeah~ yeah~ Let’s go somewhere and have a cup of coffee and talk~”
The present Hannah was like a bomb to me.
The moment she shouted [Lee Min-ho threatened me and stabbed my throat with his cock!] In her loud voice, my 4 years of hard work in college. No The 26 years of my life were like nothing.
“Hmm~ I think Strawberry Frappuccino is good~”
…Choose the expensive one.
“Yes, yes. Naeun should buy us whatever she wants to eat. Haha…”
Huimin was looking at our conversation as if he were looking at some alien species.
“Since when have you guys been friends?”
“Why. We can be close. Well, what have you done for me?”
It was me who acted harshly with the idiot Huimin.
“Speaking like an asshole, get out of here quickly. If you’re going to interfere with your studies next to you.”
“Let’s go. Brother.”
I had no choice but to follow Naeun as she walked towards the hallway.
It felt like a weight was running on each foot with every step I took.
Is this what it feels like for cattle being led to the slaughterhouse?
Naeun took me to a cafe located on the first basement floor.
“One Strawberry Frappuccino.”
She turned her back and looked in my direction and she glanced at me.
“What about your brother?”
“I have the same one.”
I always drink ice americano, but today, for some reason… I’m craving a sweet drink…
When I imagined what she would tell me in the future, I thought that even the drink wouldn’t have to be bitter.
“How can I help you with the calculations?”
When the clerk asked in front of me, Naeun only said that she would take a seat and left me alone.
“Please do with this.”
Okay. I should buy this, it will reduce the sentence a bit.
After accepting my drink, I took a seat across from Naeun, who was fiddling with her phone screen.
As I sat down, she set her phone down on her table and stared at me.
“…Brother.”
“Huh.”
“I have a test, so I’ll make it short.”
Gulp.
Saliva ran down her throat with a roaring sound.
“…Talk to me.”
“I’ve said it before, but I won’t report it.”
Thank god. I’m really glad
“It’s true that if my brother spreads my identity around the school and goes in with the mindset that you and I will die, I’ll be in trouble too.”
She didn’t mean to, but what she said was also true.
If I let go of her mental cord halfway and spread rumors that Hannah is an HNE writer, she will also continue to go to school.
It would be impossible to lead a normal daily life.
Okay. You also have to be scared. This is it
“But. It’s something that should never be overlooked. What your brother committed was a serious crime.”
Ruler. It matters from here.
“Instead, help me with my work.”
“Your work?”
“Yes. My older brother knows what I’m doing, too.”
If it’s Naeun’s job… Drawing a picture? Ask me to help with that?
“I don’t understand well, so what the hell can I help you with?”
“Will you help?”
Chilly expression.
Legs braided to one side, as if to indicate who has the upper hand.
Her gestures were telling.
From the beginning, I didn’t have the right to veto.
“…I’ll help you.”
However, even when Amman rolled his head, it was still a question of what I could do to help.
She is already a star illustrator. She is a well-received person in the industry, so what kind of help do you need?
I was aware that there was nothing good about talking back, but even so, I couldn’t overcome my curiosity.
“How can I help you?”
“A novel that my brother is reading at home on a fictional day. That.”
Are you talking about [I imprisoned her]? This.
Um… Since I’m a writer, I read it when reviewing.
“I need to know a little about the artist’s tastes.”
…Author. You’re already doing 200 percent well enough.
“But… It’s a bit like saying here… But you draw well enough…”
Thud.
Hannah hit her table with her tiny fist.
“What do you know? You’re not even a writer.”
…The author is right.
But there was no need for me to reveal this fact to her here.
From her point of view, I almost hit her.
If she finds out that she is a novelist here, how will she look at me…
Perhaps, in the name of punishing the potential criminals of modern society, they might change their minds and put me in jail.
Whoa… For now, it was the right decision to be cooperative with her as much as possible.
“Okay. Then. I just need to do something specific.”
“Is everything okay after the test today?”
Hannah (1), who was uploaded today, had already made a reservation.
She doesn’t have a schedule after school, but…
“Huh.”
“That’s great. Let’s open the latest version of that author together with me. Just keep that in mind.”
…Oh my god.
