Chapter 90 – #90. After Party
I think this would probably be the same for all departments, even if it’s not the architecture department, but I don’t see how other people are doing it right before my presentation.
The one-semester project descriptions that others prepared painstakingly and painstakingly were just noise to me now.
Until my fifth turn came, I kept muttering and memorizing the printed script.
“This regeneration project interprets the previously proposed concept of regeneration in a slightly different way…”
I thought I would stumble if I didn’t do this, so I went through the manuscript again and again.
But to be honest, it wasn’t that important how well you spoke.
“Ruler. Next. Lee Min-ho?”
The long-haired professor flipped through the list and called my name.
“Yes. I am here.”
“Is it so. Let it begin.”
“The concept of this project is…”
Just like the prepared manuscript, I calmly explained how my project was conceived and developed.
But still, the faculty.
Wasn’t looking at me
What they are looking closely at is my model.
One professor even got up from his chair and squatted in front of my model, scanning every nook and cranny of the model by turning his head around.
The rest of the professors also listened to my explanation.
There were professors who glanced at the panel once and then looked at their cell phones.
“This is my final render shot. We will finish the presentation.”
I finished my presentation in 3 minutes like a knife and took a deep breath.
“Uh. Is it so. I heard you. Minho student. But if you look at this flat…”
Ruler. From now on, it was time to knock.
To be honest, few people would feel unfair about being beaten.
It was just the original class. Architectural design.
It was a class that could never end with words like, “You did very well.”
In fact, what shouldn’t be the case is that the professors’ job was to find out what was lacking in the students’ results and give them advice on how to improve them further.
It would have been better if I had done this.
How would you feel if you thought about it this way?
The basic content was that, but the difference in how radical it is expressed varies from person to person.
“Ah… That’s no fun.”
A professor with folded arms looked at my work with a sad expression.
That comment. That. Saying that it’s not fucking fun. That.
That was the worst comment I could ever hear.
When I heard that, I didn’t even have room to refute anything.
It’s not that different from a novel.
When a reader says [Ah… That’s no fun…], I actually lose my words.
I’d rather consider the probability or wish there was a scene like this in a place like this.
If I said no jam, I would have nothing to say and my energy would just go away.
It was ridiculous to hold onto that and ask why this wasn’t funny.
Still, I thought it was fortunate that the rest of us spoke kindly, except for that one person who didn’t speak rudely.
I thought it wasn’t bad even if it wasn’t until the tour…
After my presentation, I immediately went to Naeun.
Naeun, who had a model on display at the far end of the hallway, seemed to be reading the script just like me.
“…Hey!”
She seemed to be concentrating so I pranked her on her and grabbed her shoulder!
“Aww! It’s a surprise!”
Na-Eun didn’t even know that I was really approaching. She was so startled that she almost dropped her cell phone on the floor.
“Oops. Teacher. You must have been very surprised?”
I looked up at me as if I was Kidduk and Naeun was in a bad mood.
“Have you been doing well?”
“I came here beaten by dogs. What.”
When she answered with a wry smile, Naeun patted my back as if she understood.
“Are you okay. Good job.”
It’s been a really long time. Having someone look at my project and tell me I did a good job.
Of course, there was a very high probability that it was just empty words, but it still felt salty.
I wanted to hug Naeun right now.
But now with our entire grade roaming around in the hallways.
I couldn’t bear to do such a stupid thing.
“I think you did well too?”
Naeun’s models and pens looked much more sophisticated than mine, fearing that someone would say they weren’t golden hands.
Neat layout. Cute little details unique to girls.
However, Naeun gave a lonely smile as if she didn’t like her somewhere.
“Maybe you nag more than you do.”
For Naeun who has to wait a long time, I went down to the cafe in the basement.
One sandwich. When I took out a coffee and brought it back, Naeun thanked me over and over, as if she was really grateful.
Naeun eagerly eats the sandwich with a small mouth.
She was so hungry that her cheeks swelled like a squirrel trying to store food.
“Are you very hungry?”
I ate so well that I wanted to buy another chocolate or bread if this was the case.
“I haven’t eaten anything in nearly 24 hours.”
Oh my gosh… I hurriedly ate a bowl of ramen in the middle.
Naeun must have festered her stomach just because it was over.
“Would you like to buy me some other simple food?”
With this kind of shuttle, I could have done it several times.
“Ugh. No. I want to eat something delicious for dinner with my brother later.”
Naeun shook her head.
She was very, very cute, talking innocently with bread crumbs on her lips.
Ha ha… Naeun…
My brother will buy it…!
I’ll sell you dirty talk and buy you a lot of delicious things…!
It’s so cute if you don’t hit the really weird color drip.
There were occasions when even I, a novelist, seemed insane as she hit the drip that stuck out her tongue.
Even after eating snacks, it took 3 more hours for Naeun to turn.
“Ruler. Mr. Hannah.”
“Yes.”
Naeun clearly looked nervous.
“Get started.”
“Uh… The concept of the project I came up with this time is…”
Naeun limped a little, perhaps because she hadn’t been so good at presenting, but she finished the presentation safely.
In fact, the later in the evaluation order, the more the professors get tired and the faster the progress due to time conditions, so it felt like the professors were just pointing out the points.
“I think the concept is the most disappointing. Naeun’s project. Does it feel like the model came first and the concept followed?”
“Ah yes…”
“Didn’t Naeun feel that way while working?”
At Professor Han’s intensive marking, Naeun hesitated to answer with a puzzled expression.
“A bit… I think it was.”
“That’s something to be very careful about…”
The professor just poured out his experience to Naeun alone without giving the other professors a chance to talk.
Of course, the evaluation time given to one person is limited, so Naeun’s turn ended with the professor’s story of her graduate student days.
“Great job.”
I smiled shyly and patted Naeun who had suffered a lot on the shoulder.
“Ah… Really… It somehow ended.”
Okay. It was this.
This feeling that somehow it’s over.
Naeun leaned her face on my shoulder.
I just gently brushed her hair.
* * *
“Bell! River! Bell! River!”
She obviously didn’t get much sleep, but Naeun must have been in a good mood as she jumped and jumped to her bus stop.
As soon as Nayeon’s turn was over, we left the building without even looking back.
Of course, it was actually the end of the class, but I had to clean the design room and collect the models again, but today, spending time in that building any longer was a no-go.
“The road is slippery. Naeun. Don’t run.”
Mid-December.
The floor was frozen everywhere, so it was easy to get pretty rough if you fell.
“Brother Brother. Shall we have a drink?”
“Alcohol?”
“Yes. When the original design is finished, everyone goes out for a drink after party.”
Actually, I prefer to go home and sleep rather than having an after party, so I tend not to drink much on the day, but if my girlfriend wants it.
“Okay. Let’s go get a drink.”
“Do you shoot pork belly?”
Ah… I can’t stand this.
“Let’s go cool!”
The place she and I arrived at is a samgyeopsal restaurant near Naeun’s house.
The sizzling hot plate heated up, the louder the sound came from the stomach.
“Naeun. I’m so hungry. Me.”
“No. Oppa shouldn’t have eaten a sandwich earlier.”
“Eat ramen during the day and you’ll be fine.”
Soon after, when the pork belly arrived, Naeun immediately started setting it up.
How are you so good at arranging food on the grill? You.
Naeun, who neatly put two rows of pork belly side by side, started grilling sliced garlic and kimchi neatly in the corner.
“Brother, don’t just watch, pour some soju.”
As I was admiring myself, Naeun scolded me as if asking what I was doing.
I should do this too what.
I poured soju into her glass and filled mine as well.
“Braided!”
As I pushed her glass forward, Naeun smiled brightly and accepted my toast.
“Braided!”
The two of us, who were starving, ate mindlessly after that.
Pork belly grilled by my girlfriend is truly heavenly. It was paradise itself.
I must say that it tastes very sweet because I drink it together.
Normally, I would have grimaced that I was inhaling it through an alcohol lamp, but today it went down my throat smoothly like water.
As each day was a day, there were four bottles of soju on our table.
“Keuuu!!! Naeun-ah!! Shit! Taking a leave of absence!”
Originally, I try not to curse at her in front of her as much as possible, but since she was drinking, the profanity kept coming out.
“Right! Sex!”
Crazy boy
But my drunkenness was high enough to accept that.
“Sex!”
It felt like the table diners around us were staring at us, but I don’t know.
We are Jwwap girls who have already been rolling around in the abyss. He was a jwap man.
“Haa… Oppa, if you take a leave of absence from school, will you fucking do it?”
With a face like a ripe persimmon, Naeun posed for her calyx.
“Hey. I know it’s easy to attend. This is it.”
“Aaaaang. Do it.”
She looked very cute when she was frowning.
But… It’s strange…?
…Since when has Naeun been my reader?
