Chapter 81 – #81. Poppy
December. The last month of the year and the end of the year has arrived.
The last two weeks of November, when trench coats were allowed, passed by, and the weather close to real winter was repeating itself.
“Echwi!”
Naeun’s head loses her balance and rocks her back and forth.
“What. Do you have a cold?”
I rearranged the red couple’s muffler that I had to eat mustard while crying during the kiss mark incident.
“I don’t know. Come out sneeze. Acquire!”
In the end, we, who were reborn as the most famous CCs in the College of Architecture, were walking hand in hand in the school.
It seemed that there were still people whispering about us when we walked around the school, but compared to the early days when the video was first circulated, we are nobility now.
If I really took a leave of absence, wouldn’t this fuss disappear as if nothing had happened?
Is not it. I guess I have too much of a positive mindset. This.
“Brother. Did you do the reinforced concrete assignment?”
“…Was there an assignment?”
Naeun laughed as if it was absurd.
“Yes. I told you to solve the practice problems and submit them.”
Ah. Fuck.
“No, why don’t you leave the final one week behind?”
“My brother has one week left until his final term, so why isn’t he taking classes? You have to listen carefully.”
Embarrassed by the great feast, I scratched my head.
December was objectively a happy month.
It’s my birthday, it’s Christmas, and it’s the end of class.
How nice
But the process until the end of sweet December was like hell to me.
Perhaps all architecture students would agree.
Final deadline.
The last D-10 that tightens like it’s suffocating every semester.
Always thinking
Is there such a world line that Jonggang will come to you if you just take the exam?
When everyone goes to skate after the exams hahahoho, can’t I go with them too?
When everyone else was playing, we students of architecture had no choice but to light the last spark of life.
If architecture students aspire to work in design offices, what they should pay more attention to than their grades is their portfolio.
Most of the offices looked at the students’ tool skills, model-making ability, and design sense, so they didn’t care too much about the grades themselves.
Even if you look at it, what is the design grade?
Of course, cases such as other public corporations and construction companies are a bit different, but nonetheless nothing has been achieved without design.
This dog thing is worth 5 credits.
It was said that even if you get an A+ in two subjects, it means nothing if you mess with this one.
“…Can I show you?”
I secretly looked at her and hoped that she would submit her task obediently.
“With your bare mouth?”
Write it ah. Just show it
Even in this emergency situation, the girlfriend who demanded the price was only savage.
“I’ll buy you some food.”
“Just joke. I can show you, brother. There are 10 minutes left in class, can you do it?”
“…It’s easy.”
Do you think I copied it once or twice?
Answer copying control trained since high school performance evaluation.
It was full in 10 minutes.
“I have to draw a cross section of this reinforcing bar on two A4 sheets. Is that okay?”
“Ah… What is a painting?”
Before, when solving math problems, I hated the geometry part the most.
Cadet. I don’t like the look.
I hurriedly entered the classroom and began to write down Naeun’s assignments faster than anyone else.
“…In the meantime, I really can’t write.”
“Hey. Stop talking.”
“If you are a novelist, why can’t you write like this?”
“Who in the world writes with a pencil and pen these days?”
If you don’t hit the ball, he might be more than twice as fast as you.
My body, which was already optimized for manuscript deadlines, was accustomed to the phenomenal typing speed.
If the tardiness exceeded an hour, the comment section was bound to overflow.
[Trot. Midwinter late again.]
Basic type.
[Writer! Is 10pm Argentina time?]
Sarcastic type.
[Why don’t you come in the middle of winter? Why don’t you come in the middle of winter? Why don’t you come in the middle of winter? Why don’t you come in the middle of winter? Why don’t you come in the middle of winter? Why don’t you come in the middle of winter? Why don’t you come in the middle of winter? Why don’t you come in the middle of winter?]
Dominating type.
As the days went by, the types of readers who craved were becoming more and more subdivided.
I thought that there were people who really waited for me, which I was thankful for but also blood-drying.
Anyway, I took out my brain and moved until the pen was worn out, and I still succeeded in transcribing about three-fourths.
“Ah. I don’t know. Let’s just say we don’t know the last one.”
“The last question has the highest score, so let’s start with this one.”
…Ah. Why are you telling me that now
I hate it to death, but I couldn’t whine more to Ilere who showed me the assignment.
Letting out a deep sigh, the professor started calling attendance.
“Ruler. It seems that attendance has been called… Last time, there was a practice assignment, right? Where is the hype?”
The venerable slaves naturally rose from their seats and began collecting assignments.
Today’s class didn’t make much progress, probably because it was the last class before the final.
Still, the professor was kind enough to tell me roughly which part the test questions would come from, and the students wrote notes on the pages with unprecedented concentration.
“Finally, those who have questions, do it now. It’s okay to ask by e-mail later, but if I check late right before the exam, it might be in trouble again.”
Fortunately, those who did not need to hear the Q&A were allowed to leave first, so Naeun and I left the classroom.
“Brother. What is your expected grade for this semester?”
“Me? Well…”
Me. Lee Min Ho.
A man with a 3.5 rating.
In fact, he wasn’t even 3.5 until he was discharged.
My 1st and 2nd graders, who were truly a sample of the crazy M-saeng.
There are several subjects where I got an F like a dog because I drank with the boys and couldn’t go to class.
After actually being discharged, I looked at the entire report card, and my head was dizzy.
I didn’t have to take the time to read the regrets.
It’s just that this piece of gender chart paper is a regret itself, so why am I?
Still, I thought it was really fortunate that I kept my senses and worked hard to bring the average closer to a B+.
“A… 3.8? I’d love to come out.”
“I comply.”
After going down the stairs, we turned towards the student cafeteria.
“You?”
“I’m just going to say that if it goes over 3.5.”
It’s realistic.
In fact, Naeun didn’t seem to have to work that hard.
It’s enough to just keep working as an illustrator.
Personally, I thought that a yajal writer was a more stable job than a yaseol writer.
And if she’s at her level of skill, maybe her original game painting can go this way as well?
I thought novels were more like walking a tightrope where you don’t know when the contents might be broken and people who would drop out, but it was my opinion that the risk is much less if you can just draw the picture consistently and beautifully.
I ordered pork kimchi stew.
Naeun ordered shrimp fried rice.
Our couple didn’t have the hobby of eating under the spotlight, so we settled down in the corner and started holding spoons.
“So, have you thought of a name?”
“Yet. I roughly conceived the story.”
I had posted a 3-day hiatus notice, unable to clarify the direction of her new character episode of [I imprisoned her].
“Are you going to work as an illustrator?”
Due to Naeun’s constant barrage of bullets over the weekend, I eventually decided to write the next heroine assuming her job as a freelance illustrator.
“You are a rat. Know?”
“What is it?”
“Grab and shake.”
I put a piece of pork and kimchi on the glossy white rice, and I put the spoon in my mouth.
“…The goddaughter?”
At her sudden surprise, I almost sprayed pork shreds in her face.
“Ah. Hey. I told you not to say anything outside of that.”
“The image has already been ruined for a long time. And it’s not like you did it to your brother, so what are you doing?”
“Ah. It fits, but turn on the blinker and come in.”
Uh really. It’s creepy every time that happens.
My girlfriend’s goddaughter comes out as an automatic reflex at the word ‘grab and shake’.
Is this normal?
“Anyway. In novels, the word rat marks are usually called rat marks when the reader gaslights the writer and tells them to do this or that.”
In fact, while I was writing [I imprisoned her], There were no rat marks on her.
What’s the point of getting rattled when you’re just eating heroines one after the other?
Rather, I often read that novels for all ages suffer more headaches in that respect.
“Brother. Then, wouldn’t I actually be able to become a non-commissioned officer?”
“…I wonder if I could be the president. You don’t even have power, so what kind of nonsense are you?”
I blinked my eyes at Naeun’s erratic remark.
“It’s Poppy who holds and shakes Yasulking. I am.”
Naeun covered her cheeks with both hands and made an ecstatic expression.
“How is it. Aren’t I a good fit? With the poppy concept?”
She showed off a coquettish eye smile, her eyebrows curling.
“Majesty. The girl wants Hannah to become her husband.”
A thin voice like a nine-tailed fox that had eaten a hundred people flowed from her throat.
But I’m a writer in the middle of winter.
There was no way he would allow her rat marks so easily.
“The only thing you can hold and shake is my cock.”
In a solemn historical drama tone, I answered her words in a low voice.
