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“Are you done now, sir? ”

Minho opened his eyes, whispering a sleeping horse. As soon as I woke up, I looked at the brush I was holding in my right hand.

“Phew.”

The orange light was absorbed and disappeared.

‘Thank you for using it. ’

After hearing the information from Kim Seung-am, it took three days even after completing his own orientation study and taking part in the inventory test.

Sitting in a tightly packed backroom, twisting your legs, drawing a Plum, and looking at the difficulty. I repeated numerous scented arithmetic and detailed portraits.

‘Wait. What was the last painting you drew? ’

Seeing that it wasn't a chapter or two, I couldn't remember much. Later, he drew what came to his mind because he had nothing to draw. For three days, counting the number of paintings in his dreams will suffice hundreds.

Thanks to the fact that I had entered the 'flower shop of psychiatry time’ and studied orientation for only a few years, I only had a vivid sense of the fingertips that used to tease the brush.

“Let's check right away. ”

Minho's appearance in the living room from morning to morning aroused the curiosity of his followers.

“Now you have a hobby of calligraphy as well? ”

When Garam asked, Minho took the traditional Oriental pigment from the stationery store and put it down next to the shipyard.

“No calligraphy, orientation. ”

Unlike when the owner of the brush used to work, it was now a time when paint could be easily used with water. As soon as I held the brush in my hand, I could feel the sensation of my fingertips coming back to life.

What should I draw? ’

Minho turned his eyes to the white shipyard. When I put water on the brush and tapped the black pigment to paint, one of the natural landscapes that I painted in Minho's head last night touched me.

Zec.

The landscape that was drawn in the light of the moon was a gorgeous picture of a house and a house. A realistic portrayal like the one that was actually standing there rose exquisitely from the tip of Minho's brush.

“Awesome. ”

A picture the size of A4 paper was completed in just 5 minutes. He looked at Minho's hand, saying that he couldn't believe it from the beginning to the end. It was an amazing brush that I could barely blink.

“Wow, that's amazing. Minho, how do you draw like that? ”

“Just line it up and paint it with color. ”

Minho still felt a corner to add to the painting, so he made fun of the brush without knowing it. As I drew the line and painted the color, a person suddenly appeared in Kiwa's yard.

“Like this.”

“Phew.”

Garram said, "Well, that's easy, right? 'I lost my words when I saw Minho's expression.' Three months ago, his hobbies had suddenly expanded, and he was now acting like an Eastern Bob.

“Lulu ~”

I didn't even turn my head to draw anymore.

‘Draw exactly as you think. ’

I feel like I've been paid for orientation. Minho wondered what he would listen to if he showed the painting to Yoo-hoon Won or Seung-am Kim.

If a hobby painting can be worth at least 100 million, as you saw in the auction a few days ago, then it is true that you eat pheasants and eat eggs... ….

Minho glanced at the parts he added to the painting while unconsciously.

In front of the door of Kiwa's house, two pair of men's and women's shoes seemed to be in a hurry. In the yard, there was a woman who hesitated to take a liquor store and go into her room.

Minho was surprised at the fact that he naturally imagined what was going to happen inside the hole through the atmosphere of the outside, with a small hole represented in the window of the entrance.

“This……. ”

It was Minho who had studied oriental flowers for several days. It was a traditional Korean chandelier that stimulated imagination. That's classy, too.

“Minho, this has to be quiet. Huhu.”

“Go now. It's crazy.”

You shake your hand and kick out the parakeet.

Minho struggled for a moment with the fact that holding a brush adds a strange point to a well-painted orientation.

‘Oh, no way. ’

No, I drew a painting of an ornamental arithmetic throughout the test, but the owner of the paintbrush can't be a traditional ornamentalist.

Minho was startled when he thought about it.

It was because it flashed in my mind which painting passed the test of the artifact while I was tired in my dream.

- Haha, sir. This is his wife. She's a foreign widow taking pictures of Victoria's Secret. Victoria's Secret is about high-end underwear craftsmen.

Miranda Kir's bikini drawings, stuck in her room and finished with Eastern brush touch. The morning dew in the arithmetic flowed on the grass and rolled over the breasts of the intriguing Western beauty.

As soon as it was completed, the owner of the brush was satisfied and quickly let him out of the "Brazier of Mental Medicine."

‘Hmph.'

The way to work for Tuesday's schedule.

“Good morning ~”

Unlike the ball manager who gives a cheerful greeting, Minho was a little distracted by something in his brush.

‘I thought it was a hard bargain, but he was a liberal artist. ’

I drew a few more before I came to work, and I felt sure about it through spring. He clapped his hands unknowingly when he tried to describe the skirt with a solemn expression of his skirt.

‘You're good. ’

No matter how great the painting was, I couldn't show it to anyone else. After this, how to care for the desire that the owner of the brush secretly possesses will be a matter of using this artifact in the future.

“Minho, did you know there was a commotion on the weekend? ”

The ball manager asked me to leave the van. Minho thought it was "The Youth Journal Zoo," which was broadcast on Friday night and took over the portal site search the next day. He nodded.

“I saw the article, too. The charger called the zoo and said that they had tripled the number of guests. What tribute to the zoo? I refused to give you this. ”

“Minho appeared, but that's a natural reaction. Isn't that right, Siwan? ”

“Of course.”

The ball manager and Kim Cody burst out a happy smile. Kim said because he was excited.

“My mother also called me as soon as she saw that she was young. What happened to the dingoes? Minho, is your arm okay? ”

“Siwan, you didn't spoil, did you? As a result, you should never speak until this week's broadcast. ”

“Oh, yeah, I kind of circled it. ”

The ball manager picked up a document and handed it over to Minho.

“You know it's autumn season, right? Not to mention the fabulous cable, but a lot of the airwaves' PDs called to ask for Minho to appear. I got so many that I was confused as to who it was. ”

Minho continued to look at the time zone programs that were scheduled to be revised. From experimental craftsmanship in Internet broadcasting formats to variety in the golden weekend.

“All of these programs have been asked to leave? ”

“I told you.”

The ball manager who looked at Minho proudly through the rearview mirror asked.

“Min-ho's decision is entirely yours. ”

“Well, there's been a change in performance and formatting in the old profession, and there's a whole new thing. I'm not so sure about this. What do you think, ball manager? ”

The ball manager began to talk about some of the new skills that he had picked up as points.

“…… ‘Master's Condition’ Glory PD has placed a very substantial wager on his entry fuel. From the planning stage, Min-ho said that she could adapt to the format she wanted, and that she could get the cast she wanted. ‘Man & Jungle’ Jeong Jin-ho PD said he would support all preparations and training related to survival and exploration for free. ”

Minho realized that everything the ball manager recommended was working with a certain level of expertise and was not a bad idea. The more experts there are, the more likely they are to have an affection.

“You look fine. At the end of the Paris schedule, let's choose from these. ”

Shortly after, a van off the riverside northbound road arrives at the entrance of an apartment complex.

Looking out the window, Minho found a girl with a white face holding a guitar on one side of the road.

“Lee Seol!”

When Minho opened the van's door and shouted, Yoon Yi Seol turned his head. Minho raises his hand and tells her to calm down.

“Run slowly! Don't get hurt before we start filming. ”

“Yes, Jules! ”

Yoon Lee Seol smiled broadly and slowly, but approached the van in a month.

Today, Minho's schedule was a talent show with Yoon Yi Seul. NTV's favorite talent, 'The School Life’, is starring PD in ‘The Smart’. A program where celebrities of all ages return to school and mingle with real students working hard for their dreams and futures.

In time, the school to visit was Yoon Yi Seol's home school. Even though many guests were pushed, Yoon Lee Seol could appear immediately.

“Hello everyone! Please take good care of her today...... Mom! ”

Yoon Iseol, who was cheerfully riding up, got caught by the guitar hanging from the door and clutching onto Minho's hand.

“You okay?"

“Oh, I'm sorry. ”

“Calm down, Lee Seol. It's your first act of talent, so you need to be broadcast conscious, and you need to be as discreet as possible. We have to fake it. ”

“Sorry in advance, brother. ”

“What?"

“There are some things you shouldn't try. ”

After Yoon Yi Seul said this, he smiled blatantly at Minho who was making a false laugh.

“Well, that's your charm, too. Got it.”

Seeing Yoon Lee's eye-catching ’Trust only you', Minho flicked her forehead and bounced.

“Don't believe it. ”

“Ehe.”

After becoming a real representative, Min-ho's sense of responsibility became overwhelming. It was no one else, and it was a program that would become the true activity of Yoon Yi Seul. Minho was determined to be as faithful as she was in the program, so she shook her head and blew off the pressure that was rising.

“When you get in, just do what I tell you. ”

“Four!”

The ball manager looked at the two noisy people and bowed his head as he met his eyes.

“Welcome, Yoon Isul. That's exactly what I'm wearing. It looks good on you."

“Really? I didn't want it to be awkward for eight months after graduation. ”

The van left while Yoon Yi Seol kept everything else organized. Minho asked, watching her quietly.

“When you were in school, did you carry a guitar instead of a bag? ”

“Almost.”

“What about studying?"

Looking at the driving ball manager and Kim Cody glancing at this question, Yoon Lee Seol choked on Minho's ear.

“It was faster to count from behind. ”

Minho smiled at the sound of just music. Yoon Lee Seol opened his eyes.

“Oh, brother. You know when you smile. ”

“Shame on you. I had sex with the gym. ”

“Hey, is that you? ”

“There was only a keyboard and a mouse in my bag. ”

I used to pick up my keyboard and mouse and knock throughout my break to speed up a control called APM. At that time, I paid more attention to the shortcuts of the game and crafting the production builds than Yeongsoo Kooksu.

Yun Yi Seol looked surprised if she expected to have studied very well. Then I looked at Minho's clothes and asked.

“Aren't you wearing a uniform? ”

“You should wear it.”

Minho had not worn the uniform that had been paid for the change of clothes just before the shoot. Kim Cody pulled out a pair of well-pressed clothes from the back seat.

“Minho, here. ”

“Thank you.”

I took my top off like a habit, and I met Yoon Iseol who was staring at it.

“Why?”

“You may be okay, but I'm a little ashamed. ”

“Ah……. ”

Yoon Lee Seol's face turned red. I was just watching him at home because of my brother and father who changed well.

“It's a misunderstanding, brother. ”

“What? Mischief? ”

“Oh, no! ”

Yoon Iseol, whose face was all red with Minho's jokes, suddenly asked.

“Hyung, you started filming today, right? ”

“Yes.”

“About the school I went to. The principal was so strict that if I lost my uniform, I was stopped right at the school gate. ”

“Really?"

Minho grabbed Yoon's shoulder while wearing the uniform.

“What about me? ”

Yoon Lee Seol turned his head and looked up and down at Minho.

“If you do this, you'll get caught. The name tag is at the top of the school sign. And the tie is a little crooked. You have to tie it straight.”

I thought I had my own clothesline, but I didn't.

“That much? ”

“The Eye of the Hawk. ”

After Minho finished organizing the tie, Yoon Yi Seul rolled his fingers and made 'OK’.

“That's it. That'll get us through. ”

“It's a man's uniform, but I know it well. ”

“It's because of Proficiency. That's sophomore year, right now. ”

“You're the brother who studied well, right? I'll see you when I'm good.”

“I like him, but he hates it. ”

“Why?”

“Don't laugh.”

Yoon Lee Seol took his hand to his mouth and whispered so that no one else could hear.

“It's weird because she's pretending to be pretty and cremated outside when she's always buying things at home. Don't pretend to know. ”

Minho, who smiled at his cheerful brother's assessment, forcefully endured it, but soon he said, "Phew."

“Brother……. ”

Yoon Yi Seol's expression made me feel like I shouldn't have said it.

“Ah-ha-ha. Sorry. Come to think of it, it might be okay to show your usual broadcast face. What do you think, ball manager? ”

“I like to show off Yoon Yi Seol's natural and strange charm. Talent is a character, Chuck, like Minho's smart image that always shows new solutions. ”

I saw the front door of a high school far out the car window.

“Almost there. Get ready, Lee Seol. ”

Minho hung on his shoulder a bag containing a pre-paid textbook.

Early October.

The autumn sky, when the last schedule before departure began, was no more high and blue.

* * *

The entrance to East Cancer High was a very routine school, except that there were several cameras being filmed.

As soon as I saw the mid-twenty-five students who were meticulously checking their outfits through the front door wearing as few pants as I could, the tie wasn't school, it was a different kind of tie. ”I said a loud voice.

“Me?”

The fixed cast of "The School Life," a returning talent, stood in front of the ethnography with a slight expression.

“Are you a transfer student?”

Jinkyu nodded at the fierce student master's force.

“That's one hell of a suit. Follow my lead. One of the principles of the East Coast. Uniforms dress like uniforms. ”

“Uniforms dress like uniforms. ”

“If you want to be cool, go to a club, not a school. ”

“If you want to be cool……. ”

The passing students whispered in this sight.

Since the beginning of the shoot, Jinkyu twisted his finger after finding another performer who was passing by his side to go to school.

“Kang Min-ho!”

“Jinkyu, are you in? ”

“It's been a long time since I fixed this. Didn't you know?”

“I've been so busy lately, I couldn't finish checking. Anyway, I'll see you later. ”

Minho waved his hand and walked towards the correction.

Pretend you're busy. ’

Jinkyu kicked his tongue.

“Sir, what about him? Aren't her pants weird? ”

At Jinkyu's Twilight House, the head of the ethnography turned. Minho's outfit turned to look satisfied as she had nowhere else to look at.

“That must have been a model student at the school I went to. Unlike you. ”

“Mo, are you a model student? Kang Min-ho?”

“Go around the playground. It's my first day. ”

Jinkyu's eyes burn like an eagle.

I've been a pro all these years. I was an elite student myself. However, as soon as I heard that Kang Minho appeared, I finished a multifaceted investigation of Dongcancer High.

Humanitarian high school, ranked in the top 50 nationwide in the standard statistics of last year's entrance exam. It was a prestigious school with active club activities and famous teachers from EBS.

Delicious study recipes. Exciting club activities. The teacher's passion. I have prepared all the personalized responses that can be noticed.

‘I'm better than you here, Kang Min-ho! ’

Jinkyu was passionate about making Kang Minho's quantity zero by making sure of his presence tomorrow. I went around the playground for a while.

“Minho, please wait a moment. I want you to interview him and go inside. ”

Min-ho, who was about to enter the office on the writer's call, turned his head. Looking down one side of the hallway, I noticed that each of the attendees in the school was filming an interview format.

Yoon Iseol, who had been in there a long time before Minho, said to VJ's camera because he went to school separately.

“Very excited. The teachers who liked it stayed the same. Your first love, Mr. Bachelor? There was no such thing. ”

Yoon Iseol is shy.

“I'll have a good class. ”

She waves to the camera and walks into the office. Next was an interview by the middle-aged actor Im Kwang-Gyu. He finished the interview with a nice smile, saying that his hair had been removed early and he had only played an old role since the second half.

“I thought I'd be a teacher my whole life. I feel new to be a student. ”

Soon, Minho's turn came.

Minho bowed his head to the cloth PD standing behind the camera and looked at the questionnaire the writers were holding.

“Study? I didn't. I was too busy trying to be a professional gamer. There were not really any good courses and I liked... ”

Minho remembers the brush he had in his bag.

“Art? ”

If you adjust it moderately, you will be able to use some of your art knowledge.

“Oh, this is the timetable? ”

One of the writers presented a ticket with a schedule for today. The timetable that included nighttime sobriety was tighter than I thought. Fortunately, it includes exercise and art time.

“Don't you have a schedule for tomorrow? Secret? Looks like you're up to something. Okay, I'll study hard. ”

After the interview, Min-ho opened the office door and went inside.

"Huh?

I wasn't expecting much. However, Minho's eyes began to glitter just like that when he found a glittering adornment on Han's desk.

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During the day, something unexpected happened, and my work was a little slow. Our sincerest apologies to all of you for your patience.

I'm going to be running for 4 this week. Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, 10: 00 p.m., one at a time.

- There's been 100 consecutive sessions here. Thank you all for your continued attention.