Spatial Manipulation – Delusion Into Reality 300

Chapter 300 – (Chapter 300) 38. Travel

(Episode 300)

“Wow… Awesome… !”

When I entered ‘Ayasofya’, which was built in 537 during the Eastern Roman Empire, when Istanbul was called ‘Constantinopolis’, admiration naturally came out.

“Originally, it was the headquarters of the Orthodox Church, which was called St. Sophia Cathedral, but it is said that it became a mosque, now a mosque by the Ottoman Empire.”

Han Myeong-sik, who looked at the action camera and added an explanation, wanted to film the magnificent and splendid interior of the world cultural heritage.

“As expected, there are more foreigners in these tourist spots, so I came here for no reason.”

While complaining, I tried to move to another place, but the family members who accessed the dedicated app encouraged me to have fun, so I started wandering around like a real travel nutuber.

“This is called Topkapi Palace, which was the main palace of the Ottoman Empire for three hundred years, and now it is a museum.”

I suddenly became interested in it, so I was guiding around the tourist attractions until late in the afternoon.

“You Tuber?”

“Yes that’s right.”

Aren’t two women who look like Turks talking to you in English?

“Are you Korean?”

“How did you know?”

“My friend here speaks Korean well.”

The girl who speaks English quite fluently is short and looks pretty cute, while the friend who speaks Korean well has a normal first impression besides being shy.

“Hello, my name is Myeongsik Han.”

“Ah… Hello.”

“How did you learn Korean?”

“Yes?”

“Korean, where did you learn it?”

She didn’t seem to understand, so I asked in English. Seeing that her friend was hesitant, she translated it into Turkish, and then the answer came back.

“Drama, Korean drama.”

“I see, are you two Turkic people?”

“Me?”

“Yes, nationality. Are you Turki?”

“Yes, Turkiye. Friend, I am Turclair.”

He said he was good at it, but his Korean skills are so poor that he naturally only talks to friends who are good at English.

“Are you here to play?”

“No, I was on my way to dinner, but my friend said you were cool, so I followed you.”

“And… Thanks, would you like to go to dinner then?”

The person who is good at English seemed to want to do that, but he shook his head saying he didn’t like his friend.

“They say they don’t want to be on camera, so they won’t go.”

“I’ll turn off the camera. I was on my way to filming for experience, I’m a beginner without a channel yet.”

“Okay, I’ll ask again.”

“If you don’t want to keep going, say I’ll buy it for you.”

“Okay, okay.”

He seemed to be persuading hard, but in the end, the friend did not break his stubbornness and left with only a light greeting.

“You don’t like it?”

“Sorry, I’m not having dinner with a stranger.”

“I can’t help it, thanks for talking to me.”

“Nothing special, have a good trip.”

“Okay, hello.”

Han Myeong-sik, who had been watching the back of the two women shaking her hand and walking away, grinned at the action camera that was transmitting the current situation intact.

“I found it in one day, did I say I was a lucky guy?”

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If it’s not possible because he’s a stranger, why don’t you keep meeting him and get used to it?

“Uh… ?”

A woman on her way home from work on a hard Monday stopped at the sight of an Asian man passing in front of her, leaving behind a very pleasant smell.

“Yes?”

“Ah…”

She pretended to know something, but the woman tried to leave her seat as if she remembered what she had done yesterday.

“Excuse me… Didn’t we meet yesterday?”

“Yes? What… I don’t know.”

She is also not at the level of conversation, so I had no choice but to raise the woman’s Korean skill a little to the point where it was not noticeable.

“Can you speak English?”

“No, I can’t.”

“Who was good at English yesterday?”

“Friend? Student.”

“College student?”

“What?”

“A college student, friend.”

“Yes, college student.”

“Are you an employee?”

“Huh.”

“Are you off work?”

“Taekeun? Where is Tae-geun?”

“Are you done?”

“Yeah, it’s over. Go home now.”

I like Korean dramas, so I had enough vocabulary in my memory, but I kept my current status because the uncomfortable conversation seemed to relieve the awkward atmosphere.

“Do you live with that friend?”

“Value? Friend what?”

“Do you live together, roommate?”

“Majah, roommate.”

“Where is your house, where do you live?”

“Murrah, forty minutes.”

“Forty minutes? Not very far.”

“More, far away.”

The second time, the woman walked with her to the bus stop with a smile.

“You don’t like taking pictures with a camera?”

“Yes, sir.”

“It’s pretty, so why don’t you like it?”

“It’s not pretty, Syrer.”

Seeing her reaction as she crosses her arms and looks away, it seems that she is not confident in her appearance.

“Aren’t you pretty enough?”

“No, it’s not pretty.”

“You look pretty in my eyes.”

“Are your eyes pretty? My eyes?”

Because we misunderstood, our eyes met, but aren’t the big, kind eyes quite attractive?

“Yeah, your eyes are pretty. The longer the eyelashes are, the prettier they are.”

“Soge-seop? Are you cheating?”

“Eyelashes, here.”

“Ah… Go… Thank you.”

Her shy naive reaction felt like a freshness unique to a Turkiye woman from the countryside, and her heart pounded.

“Can’t we just take pictures of the eyes?”

“No, don’t take pictures.”

“If you let me take pictures, I’ll buy you dinner.”

“I don’t like it, don’t take it. I am not that kind of woman.”

“Are you that kind of girl?”

“Come on, something like that.”

There was a corner where I roughly guessed it, so I skipped it without asking.

“How about following me home?”

“House? My house?”

“Yeah, since I’m traveling, I want to go somewhere.”

“A trip inside the house?”

“No, I’m going to go to the front of the house and talk.”

“Hmm…”

While the woman was contemplating, a sign appeared saying that the waiting bus would arrive in 20 more minutes, so Myeong-sik Han immediately stopped a taxi.

“Let’s take a taxi.”

“City… Sir, taxis are expensive.”

“I’ll pay, ride.”

“No, it’s expensive.”

“It’s okay, let’s get on.”

“Ah… Ah…”

She thought that forcing her to ride would have the opposite effect. So she got on first and motioned for her. The woman hesitated, but then, not being noticed by the people around her, she got on.

It was a screen with only voice and legs, but the family members who watched the live broadcast chatted hard about the situation over the hardship through the chat window.

“Did I tell you my name? I call it Han Myung-sik.”

“I’m hajal, hajal jeerulli.”

“Hasal jeerli, your name is pretty.”

“Pretty?”

“Yeah, you are pretty. Didn’t you hear I was pretty?”

Seeing that he didn’t reply right away and made a puzzled expression, it was a reaction that doubted the goodwill of this side.

“I’m not pretty, I’m ugly.”

“I’m from Korea, so it could be that he looks pretty.”

“Han, you are cool.”

“Call me by your first name too, Myungsik.”

“As… Hiss.”

“Name.”

“Name.”

“Right, am I cool?”

“Yeah, you look good.”

“Do you like it?”

“…”

It must be hesitating because he knows what it means to like him, and Hazal didn’t immediately notice that his Korean skills had improved enough to understand.

“You don’t like it, I like it.”

“I? You like me, really?”

“Yeah, it’s nice to be nice.”

“Not nice…”

“You don’t like being complimented on being nice?”

“Eww… Huh…”

In fact, when a good person experiences a loss because of their personality, they react like this.

“Would you like to go home and have dinner with your friends?”

“No, eat alone.”

“What about your roommate?”

“Work at a restaurant, come and eat.”

“Ah… You go to school during the day and work part-time in the evening?”

“Huh.”

“I’m hungry. Shall we have dinner together?”

“No…”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, no.”

Now, just taking a taxi with a man you meet for the second time is a meal for a woman, which is not usually a big deal.

“I can’t help it, but it’s sad to leave like this…”

“…”

If you look into your heart through the status window, it becomes too easy to attack, so Myeong-sik Han held back and looked forward to the reaction of touching the phone.

“Is it okay to exchange phone numbers?”

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t know Turkish at all, so if I don’t speak English, I’m going to ask for help.”

“I can’t speak Korean.”

“Are you doing well?”

“Ah…”

Hajal, who finally noticed that she was conversing in Korean, held out her phone to Myeong-sik Han in a state of bewilderment.

“Ruler… I called my number, so now you can save it.”

“Eww… Huh.”

“Can I receive a chat at any time?”

“No.”

“Why are there so many things that don’t work?”

“You can’t call me when I’m at work.”

“If you call during business hours, of course you don’t. I’m sending a message.”

“Okay…”

The taxi arrived just in time. Seeing that Hajal got off first and hesitated, Myeong-sik Han moved her seat and waved her hand.

“Then I’ll call you, see you again!”

“Ah… That… Okay…”

When she got off and kept hanging on, she didn’t want to pretend she couldn’t win, but to just walk away, Hazal stood there for a long time.

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“What, you just sent it? Are you stupid?”

Hajal, who told her friend about what happened today after returning from work late in the evening, sighed deeply with her dejected expression on her face.

“I didn’t know it would go away like that.”

“Ugh… , Missing such a wonderful man in front of the house!”

“We exchanged numbers, you said you were contacting me.”

“Han Myeong-shik is a Turkish man, so what if he goes to another country?”

“…”

As a friend pointed out, it is like kicking a rolling stone, so it is regrettable.

“If I knew it would be like this, I would be alone yesterday.”

“Then no…”

“What’s wrong, everyone lives like that. You have to meet him to know if he is a good man.”

“But…”

“If you do that, you will never get married and die as a virgin.”

“…”

The reason your friend’s advice isn’t cursing is because it’s not the first time this has happened.

Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo

Then, when I saw the number I was waiting for appearing with a vibration, I grabbed the phone and pressed the call button 100 times faster than my friend.

[Hasal?]

“Yes, it is me.”

[Is it your house?]

“Huh.”

[Did your friend get off work?]

“Eww… Yes why?”

[Change it a bit]

“Why?”

[Ask for an interpreter]

“Okay…”

Then why did you approach a Korean guy who is cooler and more handsome than a K-pop idol, praising him for being pretty?

As she stared blankly at her friend laughing and chatting in English, Hajal felt so miserable that she was in such a miserable situation that she shed tears.

“Haha, Myung-shik wants to meet tomorrow, what should I do?”

“Tomorrow? Are we both together?”

“Of course, then I’ll meet you alone?”

“Ah… What to do?”

“Why, they say they are going out together.”

“Ah… No…”

“What’s wrong, I want you to bring me out.”

If it really didn’t work, I would have to take the phone away, but Hajal was so full of expectations that he had no intention of doing so.

“Did you become prettier in one day?”

“Ah… Hi…”

He was on his way home from work, so he only fixed his makeup, but receiving compliments made his heart feel like it would explode.

“Is your friend late?”

“Yes, one hour.”

“Then shall we go first?”

“Where?”

“Wherever you are, you have to wait for your friend to come, right?”

“Are not you hungry?”

“It’s okay, let’s go over there and drink Turkiye coffee.”

“Okay, I’ll buy the coffee.”

As we moved to a nearby teahouse and were facing each other, the atmosphere was quite dated.

“But you’re really good at Korean, why did you do that when we first met?”

“What am I?”

“Right now, even the pronunciation is pretty good.”

“Okay?”

“You were good at first, but you pretended not to?”

Even so, yesterday I was watching a Korean drama to calm my startled heart, and I was surprised to understand the lines.

“I do not know… , It just works since yesterday.”

“What?”

“Myungsik speaks well.”

“Is it because I am handsome?”

“Poop! It’s funny, fufufufu!”

“Your smile is a bit ugly.”

“Hey!”

“Ouch, Turkiye women beat men too.”

“Ah… Mi… Sorry.”

It’s a joke, but seeing how surprised he is, it seems that he needs to be consciously careful with this kind of behavior.

“Shall we leave our friends and go play by ourselves?”

“What… ?”

The reason Hajal opened her eyes wide was not because she didn’t understand Han Myung-shik’s proposal, but because it was too tempting.

(Continued on next episode 301)