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After washing like lightning, Minho, wearing a ‘Bang Dong 1 Li’ group tailored deduction to wear comfortably, carried an old keyboard in his arms and finished preparing to go into the dream of the artifact in a long time.

"A drop of the bouquet."

I opened the jar and shoved it in my mouth while singing a nosebleed. At the tip of my tongue, I felt sweet, not bitter. It was the flavor of the fermentation broth set that I drank this morning.

“Why are you doing this? It must have worked for Dr. Lim. ”

Minho, who was shaking the bottle, felt that the aroma inside gradually changed to the yeast of an aphrodisiac. He did not believe it, so he continued shaking. This time, the aroma of the fermentation broth rose.

“Was it imprinted? ”

Minho swallowed a sip of the fermentation broth. I felt sleepy as I was coming to sleep. It was clear that the effect was actually exerted on the body like an anecdote.

‘Hair loss is good for restoring fatigue. It will probably work in every combination. ’

Minho felt that his body was warming up because of the garlic fermentation ingredient, which is good for the steamina, so he could not stay up all night, so he shook the jar again.

I soon fell into a deep sleep in a drop of bouquet.

* * *

The morning in the countryside was quite different from the officetel in Gangnam, which woke up with the quiet sound of the radio.

Peek-a-boo.

Minho opened his eyes with the roar of the roosters raised by the deaf. I lowered my keyboard to the side while holding the blanket in the cold air at dawn, digging through the windows, and rolled toward the hot floor of the room.

The master of the artifact, Dr. Min-suk Kyu, the founder of the hacker group of origin, was to test his basic computer skills. An unfamiliar operating system called the ‘DOS’ has been overridden by a few Windows command prompts, but the keyboard test has been a challenge.

‘I barely saved Venice. ’

A program called 'Hanmeja Teacher' where acid rain words have to tease batsmen relentlessly to save cities falling from the sky. The final step was not easy, even for Minho, who was 600 beats per minute.

At the end of the Balsam Challenge, I had to score first place to pass the exam.

“They're too old programs, by the way. Is it useful these days? ”

The body we brought together was already broken, so it was also difficult to test. Fortunately, we have a lot of opportunities to use the PC in front of us throughout the shoot today.

Minho got up from his seat with a fight.

‘By the way.'

I picked up my lap clock and tested how much I was able to use it yesterday. 4 minutes 45 seconds. Considering this before visiting Doctor's Village, you gained about 30 seconds.

Minho's mood was much more joyful because he thought he could break through for 5 minutes today.

Live challenges in the Youth Journal, or confidence in the company of PD 'he ’

Master of the Sword, even today?

Ta-da.

Jinkyu was busy surfing the web.

- [Snoozing] What a king. Last week's Youth Journal, the guest who ate only food, was ranked # 1 in the Sword!

Jinkyu, who commented on Kang Minho's article and pressed Enter, shook her head as she saw ten expressions of empathy taken in an instant.

“He doesn't have a lot of anti. ”

Jinkyu's eyes suddenly widened as she sighed and looked at the comments. There were 320 comments with a lot of empathy.

- [Ten Saints Minho] You can go to Dr. Village to get a target. Kang Min-ho, are you going to float it? It's 100% salted and I'm going to stick to the script. I'd rather watch an educational broadcast than watch this. Empathy 15/Empathy 320

“What's up? You didn't even see Kang Min-ho. I wouldn't put that on you if I manipulated you! ”

Jinkyu immediately commented on the idea that it was bad to forge the truth.

- [Snoozing] Master Teen. Aren't you going to school? It's door time, but we made firecrackers in chemistry. When I played football, I was a wild goose chaser. Producing skills. Proven by album sales... Anyway! Screaming in the diary.

As I wrote it, I thought it was just a compliment from Kang Min-ho.

- You know him.

In response, Jinkyu snorted.

“I don't know who you are. Are you acquainted with the truth? ”

- [Ten Saints Min Ho] Hold still. IP is on the south side of Gangnam. Who lives at this address? Look it up?

“You're playing. ”

- [Ten Saints Minho] Jinkyu.... right?

“Huh?! ”

The creepy euphemism quickly deleted all the comments.

“What the fuck, man? How did you find me so fast? ”

There were definitely a lot of strangers on the Internet. Jinkyu shakes her head and turns off her laptop for breakfast.

“Min-ho, don't you know it's already a joke? ”

The face of my PD, who had been in front of my family since morning, was single. Minho, who was sitting on the floor and wiping his wet hair with a towel, asked me if I should definitely use the Dr. Village's cosmetic today.

“You guys are gonna be on the Internet, right? ”

“Of course.”

“I had an appointment with Girls7 yesterday, and can I help you on every single broadcast? ”

“Of course!”

“Set up one PC to be my own instead. ”

I had a bright look on PD's face.

“Minho, why did you suddenly change your mind when you said you would never participate in the Youth Journal? ”

“Today is broadcasting, not farming. ”

“So, Cole, will you ever appear when you're not farming again? Fuel to the wall!”

“I respectfully decline. Make good on our master's terms. ”

After stepping back from the fence like an iron wall, the PD began to think that Minho had found something of interest and came up with a plan to float it further.

At 11 am, a private broadcast studio was set up on one side of the town hall.

Youth Journal Girl 7 Live Broadcast: Osora

As soon as the screen was titled and ready to broadcast, people flocked to the server and tried to connect.

Dressed in a white robe, I glanced at three Dr. Osora who would appear in the auditorium. Those seated in the auditorium majored in geoscience, fermentation and biology.

Twenty minutes each. How much to get viewers to respond on a total of one hour of broadcast was the issue of securing the next week's broadcast.

‘You'd better be a first-timer. ’

I glanced at Minho. He decides to participate as a helper, sitting in the back chair, working on something as if it were a step. Taking a closer look, I was scrubbing the keyboard I had brought from Dean's house.

Even though the museum knew that Minho was greatly appreciated by the minister, he had no idea what to do with that keyboard.

“Sora, get ready. I'll be in in three minutes. ”

In the voice of Choreography, Osora was located in the center of the studio. I watched the camera on a monitor where I could talk to the viewers and took a deep breath.

“Shots fired. 10 seconds. 5 seconds! ”

On-air's on-air light was revealed on the dispatch screen in preparation.

“Hello, everyone. ”

Oshora waves his hand at the camera.

- She's hot in a gown!

- Sora's full makeup is the truth. Saint-Noir!

- Don't know what. Oshora's real face is so innocent.

Although it was a quiet time on Saturday mornings, the number of people watching the internet broadcast was considerable. I looked at the chat window, and I thought about what Minho did yesterday. Not all of them saw and answered, but one of them was impressive to have a comfortable conversation.

“Saint-Earl? Woman. After all the makeup, the hair, the clothes and the shoes, that's her face. ”

Osora stepped back from the monitor and cared about the morning to clearly show the makeup she had set up.

“I am who I am when I take a selfie with an icy angle. ”

What about last week's snow tinting in Uchili?

“That's not me. Band. Band. ”

- Reality fraud.

- Self deprivation.

When there was a commotion in the chat window, Osora pointed to the waiting seat.

“Our girl 7 is visiting a doctor's village this week. It's the same countryside. It's too different from the elders, isn't it? I'll be with your detail in my time. ”

Oshora points at a middle-aged man with a limp height.

“First, I would like to invite Dr. Lee Suk-gyu of Earth Science to hear a curious and interesting science common sense. Welcome!”

The first story by Lee Seok-gyu next to Oshora was the story of a situation in which all humans, commonly seen in SF movies, had to leave Earth.

“To overcome Earth's gravity with traditional rocket fuel, you need between 20 and 50 tons of fuel per ton of space ships. Humanity weighs roughly 400 million tons, so it's going to take tens of trillion tons of fuel. ”

“Is that possible? ”

“If you pull out all the petroleum deposits on your side. ”

- We can use the centrifugal force of the satellite to build a space elevator with a carbon nanotube.

- Don't you know the nuclear pulse? We're gonna detonate the bomb underneath our feet and then we're gonna go up to that shock wave. If you design the shield well, you can fly without breaking it. In fact, in 60 years, the U.S. government tried the Orion Project…….

- These explanations. Let me hear you say it!

The lively chat window began to slow down as viewers who were not very interested in science began to turn around. Oshora had a hunch that she still had to talk to Dr. Lee Suk-gyu for 15 more minutes, but she never got involved in the topic.

We need two-way communication. ’

He had to understand it in order to confront the scientific opinions of the viewers in the chat window, but he couldn't do it at all.

“As expected, this conversation can only be had by a clever person.

- Him?

One of the cameras illuminating the studio moves to the side. I saw Minho sitting in the corner with a keyboard on his PC.

- Kang Min Ho. ㅋ ㅋ ㅋ

- What's he doing? Oh, my God, is that a Pentathlon galley?

“Min-ho. ”

Minho turns his head to Oshora's call. Minho's eyes sparkled when he saw Lee Suk-gyu.

“Can you join us? ”

Minho nodded his head and took the sixth ration from the backpack and brought it to Lee Suk-gyu.

“Well played, Doctor. ”

“Oh, Minho. ”

“Even though the latitude is out of date, it does come out precisely. ”

“It used to be a rare GPS. ”

I didn't touch the other one until the fog disappeared because I fell down even after touching it. Minho felt the mind of a scholar who was curious about the world's phenomenon as he once again held the sixth quarter in his hands.

“What were you talking about? ”

“I was trying to solve the theories and phenomena that came out of the movies scientifically. ”

“Ah.”

Meanwhile, Oshora asked about the following topics:

“You know Star Wars, right? What is the actual output of the force in Yoda? ”

“Minho.”

Min Ho turned his head to Lee's call. Lee smiled and asked.

“Would you like to answer it? ”

“Me?”

“Seeing as yesterday, I think it's possible. ”

A scene from the Star Wars movie prepared by the producers flowed out.

- The will of the universe cannot be measured. It's infinite.

- May the Force be with you.

All sorts of Star Wars enthusiasts entered the chat window. Among them, Yoda's inner aerial force came out, claiming that "sudden return" and "intangible steel."

Minho touched the sixth part and said.

“Luke's swamp fighter 'X-Wing’ lifts Yoda to the Force. The energy it takes to lift an object to a certain height is the mass times the gravity times the height. The X-wing is roughly 13 meters long and the F-22 is 20 tons 19 meters long, so that's five tons of impact. ”

- Weight loss is proportional to length.

“Then I need to know the height of Yoda's X-wing.... ”

- I counted. 3.5 seconds for the X-wing to come out of the water. The support beam is 1.4 meters long and rising speed is 0.4 meters per second!

“Okay. Speed is fine instead of height. And is that planet the same gravity as Earth? ”

- The surface gravity of the planet Daegu is 0.9g!

Minho raised his thumb when Star Wars' maniac appeared.

“Here's the answer: multiply all 5,000 kg, 0.9 g, 0.4 m/s by 1800. We can calculate that the output is roughly 18 kilowatts. That's enough room for five air-conditioning units to come back full. ”

Let's make a quick calculation in the chat window. "Oops!" God Minho! ’Writings came and went. He nodded and added at the end with a satisfied expression.

“With the exception of leakage tax, Yoda has a rated output of about KRW 1,700 per hour. ”

- Jedi power forced electricity fare.

- Send him to the Master Yoda Power Plant!

Oshora was surprised to see the chat window. Even with the same scientific narrative, the differences in reactions were dramatic when he and Minho spoke with Dr. Lee. I felt that this was the power of awareness, and I felt that I needed Minho's help in the order of the next biology and fermentation doctors.

The different format challenges in the Youth Journal were easy.

I, PD, who was carefully checking real-time search query rankings throughout the shoot, was pleased to see Osora continue to mark the number one swordsman in the jungle and Yun Seung-ji area. The secret was the role of 'Godmin Ho’, the aide who had been in the 2nd place of the sword for several hours.

Being able to communicate with virtually any Ph.D. who appears. With Kang Minho's flexible approach to retiring and living in rural communities, broadcast synergy was unimaginable.

It was not even attempted in ordinary craftsmanship to torque the insects that were commonly encountered under a microscope or to make different cooking with fermentation.

During the fourth round of preparations, I, PD, looked back at what Minho was doing.

“Minho, stay in front of the computer all day. What's he doing? Pentathom?”

I snuck a little peek behind the PD's question and covered up Writer Kim's mouth.

“The screen had a strange program window, but it seemed to be talking on the Internet. ”

“Conversation?”

“I don't know who I'm dealing with. The terminology just came out. I think he's I.T. ”

“Maybe it was something else I wanted to set up a PC. ”

“I see.”

It was when Gu Yeon, a current student, stood in the studio in a uniform and waited. Kwon Sang-hyun from the technical team who manipulated the broadcast screen on the Internet suddenly stood up with a serious look on his face.

“I am PD! Server exploded!”

“What?"

The eyes and ears of the production step immediately turned toward the technical team.

Minho was surprised to see the programming language on the monitor. Although the structure of the machine language was similar, it was not able to adapt at first because it was different from the old computer environment.

But after a long time, it was definitely complicated source code, and it started to stick in my head like reading Korean.

When the developer had to manually rebuild the code and modify the routine. The owner of the keyboard debating whether {for} is fast {while} when spinning the infinite loop has allowed Minho to tap the keyboard as if it were a fish encountered with water.

Let's see what the interlock looks like. ’

I'm looking at the monitor with my eyes full of anticipation, touching the ring, and I hear the rushing footsteps coming from behind me.

“Minho, I think I should take a break from filming. ”

I was the PD. Min-ho asked me in a curious color.

“Didn't Ha-yeon just start broadcasting? ”

“The server went out. ”

Minho looked at where the technological team steps were.

“Are we crowded? When will it be resolved? ”

“I don't know about that. When the engineer talked to the pod TV, he said," I don't think it's because of the crowd. Our main computer is under heavy load. ”

I, PD, was very disappointed to learn that the best broadcasts were braking.

“Got it.”

Minho nodded and turned his gaze back to the monitor, then put his hand on the keyboard for a flashing thought.

It was an old packet-switching network at the Pentagon called 'ARPAnet’ that logged into an outdated browser, rather than a modern Internet browser.

Encryption lines are holding. ’

I was very familiar with how to access it since I touched the ring. This is an artifact from the time we used to communicate over the telephone line. Although it is still being maintained, there is nothing we can actually do.

Tadahak.

The finger on the keyboard moved by itself.

"You do?"

Minho downloaded a few programs that he had just used in the early 90s, thinking that he didn't come here for no reason. Then I began to think about what I could do with the encryption line.

The combined effect of the ring and keyboard was probably related to encrypted machine language.

"Wow."

With the keyboard finishing up some adaptation to the latest machine language, machine language about the way the network works has been understood as reading Korean language.

While enjoying the newly discovered artifacts, Minho's gaze went towards the rescue kite. Min-ho motioned as she stood nervously, even though I told the PD to take a break.

“Ha-yeon, what are you doing? Sit down."

“Brother……. ”

The one who approached was sad.

“Have you looked at the Internet? All my sisters were top swordsmen, but I didn't look good. They're not messing with you. ”

Minho opened an internet window. Explosion of the Youth Journal Server , Consumer Complaints in Unprepared Preparation The same articles have already been enjoyed among the top.

Minho, who clicked on one of them, found a username that was familiar with the comment and widened his eyes.

- [Ten Saints Min Ho] Prevent me from broadcasting manipulations.

You've got to be kidding me. Open the server!

B Gurazzle

Reflexively teased fingers to retrieve IP and attempt packet analysis.

‘Hmm……. ’

The owner of the keyboard, who is somewhat accustomed to the latest hacks, said that the horse was credible.

“Shall we try it? ”

Minho entered an untraceable route through an encryption line and attempted to contact 'Ten Saints'.