Poten

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Minho opened his eyes as he was covering his duvet. It was dawn that the sun was blurry. The stunning effect of phlegm was excellent, so even though I slept out of the driver's seat, I did not even turn back the first position.

Thanks to this, my head was refreshing but my body was healthy.

“Oops.”

It was at a time when Minho, who had turned his base, was rubbing his arms and legs and letting go of his stiffness while groaning.

I heard the door to my listing open with a plump feeling. Turning around, the pommel of an all over sweatshirt was coming out clapping his hands, waving his hands forwards and backwards.

Minho pushes the duvet wrapped around his waist under his feet. At the gate, Ram met Minho who was sitting in the car.

“What are you doing there? ”

“Morning… drive? ”

He replied, but Garram came up with a suspicious look.

“Are you sure? ”

Minho acknowledged that he had been caught sleeping in the car while leaving the house intact, and tried to surround it appropriately.

“Yes, Tasha. In this car...”

“I thought you were going out at night. Maybe you went to the club? Take me with you. How was it? One night? ”

“… What? ”

Sitting in the car at this dawn with furious eyes, he did not suspect that he had just woken up. Min-ho stares at the jealousy of Garam and says, "Ahhh! I coughed.

“Don't think so cheaply. I just came to a good café with music. Where are you going this early in the morning? ”

“Morning jogging. ”

Garam pounds his belly.

“I'm going to go on a little skinny-dipping diet. ”

“Gwangli?”

This was the place where the Pentathom Summer Final Special Stage was booked.

“If we're going to the finals, we should follow and cheer. He's on the team.”

Garram suddenly made a serious face. Min-ho's eyes shifted slightly as he was approaching the 8th Precinct, but he was ahead of the finalists.

Eight tough guys to beat next week, and four crazy Eagles are waiting for you.

‘I was a little bit confident. ’

I must not go to the finals in order to strengthen my shoulders in the future of the gaming club.

A branch straightens out the laces on your shoes.

“Here I go! ”

“Yeah, work hard. ”

Minho cheered actively because he thought that if he lost weight this time, his snoring would also decrease a bit.

‘Wait.’

Minho recalled the willingness issues most people face when they tried to go on a diet and failed. Before joining the military, he quit the gym for three months and then didn't leave a few times.

“If you lose weight, I will shoot 50,000 won per kilo. ”

Ram turns his head as he prepares to run in a crooked position.

“50 won per gram. What kind of butcher shop do you order? ”

“Whatever, they'll reward you. ”

“A little more. ”

“Okay, 100,000 won. Instead, if you hit a road there, you get 50,000 won per kilo. ”

“Cole!"

Garram ran away excited.

After the commotion, Minho laid out the blanket on the floor and the pillow on his back and put it on the passenger seat. And my eyes stayed on the car.

A convertible that a former racer loved.

I remembered the dream I had last night. It was clear that the faint light that covered the whole car had disappeared, so we could use our abilities.

‘Finally, the second artifact. ’

The finger holding the steering wheel was itchy. The coin bounced, the clock ticked, and the bottle was triggered by the act of holding water.

Of course the car starts! ’

The car vibrates with a cheerful engine sound. Minho looked around with an expectation of what she would be capable of.

An exquisite driving technique?

Or was it the technique that made it possible?

Minho tried to start the car with a palpitation. I feel soft in gear control because I'm a little used to it in my dreams, but I still can't feel it because it's not a sweaty race in my hands. If that's the case, let's make it a little bigger.

Minho, who drove his car off the road of the housing complex, found Garam's back hurtling towards the village park.

"Slow, so I'm going to take out 500 won today. ’

I turned my head and stopped. It was because Garam's running movements were like watching a slogan.

"Really slow"? ’

Minho opened his eyes. The interaction with Park Chul, who had felt for a while in the test of the artifact, was happening the same way in reality.

A piece of stone looks like a finger on a distant road. The quickest point around the alley is clearly drawn, avoiding the cars parked on the road.

“Oh, my God. ”

It's a strange feeling as if I'm looking around as if I'm the eye of a hawk on the head of a car, not in a car. It was the extreme sensation that the limits of perception reached the extreme when the first-class racer was playing a fierce game, which was beyond the level of the perpetrator.

You pull over to one side and turn off the ignition, and the slowness disappears as if washed away.

In fact, Minho, who had a rare experience, started searching for 'Driver Park Cheol’ on her cell phone.

Oriental racer iron park that calms Naska. ‘Go to Korea to find your parents’

The godfather of domestic racing, founded the driving academy ‘BB Riding’. Uncover World's Best Driver Growth Aspirations]

Former NASCA Driver Park Chul, died as an earthworm. For the rest of his life, he has laid the foundation for car racing dreams. He has collaborated with American companies to develop a driving simulator...

From a very old article to a recent one, I learned that the owner of this car has a tremendous career as a racer.

I felt strongly that I was inherited by the owner rather than the feeling that I had collected the car because I had become him directly in my dream.

“Teacher Park Cheol. ”

Minho shouted loudly while watching the radio.

“We'll have a great ride! ”

Of course, Thursday came to work with the car, not Ben, the ball manager.

Direct access to the station for afternoon interview schedules.

Minho whistled and stepped on Axel. The surrounding situation was clear and slow, so 70 kilos per hour was never equal to 70.

‘I want to stop by the circuit sometime to get up and running. ’

If I go and get trained for about a day, I'll be able to run with confidence because I'm licensed to use the circuit. You have to be able to drive at least 200 feet.

“Let's have a beautiful-morning. ”

Minho stopped in front of the traffic light and pressed the power button on the radio. The performance of the car itself was a bit of a waste because it was an old-fashioned radio that couldn't play tapes, CDs or MP3s.

Even though I was tempted to change to a new type of audio only, I didn't want to hurt my own completed appearance, so I quit. Classic style is better left there than new.

Minho smiled as he thought it was a miranda concept. I'd be less bored if he was still talking about driving, by the way.

“Bamboo! How much RPM do I need to raise now that it's blue? ”

Minho smiled.

‘There can't be an answer. ’

While adjusting the frequency, the jittery distance of the radio became stronger. And a strange channel was caught.

[New code is required.]

“Huh?"

Minho was instantly creeped out by the indifferent sound of the machine.

“What kind of show is this? ”

[Please enter a new code.]

“Are you talking to me? ”

[Yes.]

Min Ho Han asked.

“Do you have a roof? ”

[Do you want to select a bandage with the new code?]

It was exactly what I heard in my dream. Minho shouted with a big smile.

“Bamboo!”

[Approved.]

Frequency noise has been silenced.

[RPM is 0. Take your feet off the axel, as there is a risk of an accident during a sudden rash. This is road driving, not racing.]

“Okay, okay. ”

Minho nodded lightly and left the car excited as the signal changed.

“But who are you? Park Chul... Are you a teacher? ”

[This is a driver training simulator for BB riders.]

Minho recalled the article that Park Cheol had worked hard to create a simulation for the novice racer, and he understood roughly. Park Chul's driver's knowledge must be embedded in the way he used to like it.

“Good! Good. ”

The confidence that the entrance to professional racing wouldn't be too difficult if it was calibrated with an outstanding sense of racing and supported by a bandage.

“Bamboo, can we get out of this car and go to some kind of competition? Naska or something. ”

[Available by renovation. In the meantime, you'll need to have a career as a driver by participating in pro racing.]

“Never mind. There's no time for that. ”

I felt empowered by knowing that it was possible. A man who can aim for the best in the world. I like the way it sounds.

Shashak.

Minho switched gears and increased his speed to 80. Nevertheless, I felt like a turtle at the same speed, but this was the limit if I didn't want to lose my ticket.

“How was your shift? ”

[I have friendly and direct advice. Which mode do you want?]

“What is it? Remember something. ”

[I recommend that you take an auto ride.]

“ ……. ”

Minho kicked his tongue in the cold, frozen frost of the rookie racer's green shoots.

“Please refrain from speaking in the future. ”

[That was kind advice. Direct advice…]

“No, thank you. That's it! Eyes up. ”

Minho checked the station sign and swung the handle.

* * *

Waiting room for the 'celebrities of the night section’ interview on the entertainment program.

Minho knocks and opens the door. Inside, there were seven members of the Journal of Youth. Kim Sun-hwa and Yoon Seung-ji from Guyeon, Korea. A colleague who was a member of the congressional team stood out first. Everywhere I looked, I could feel the joy of my eyes because I was wearing a full set of makeup.

“Brother!"

In the middle of making eye contact with everyone, there was a jumper. Minho raised his hand at the last person to greet him vigorously.

“How are you? ”

“Don't say that. ”

He blinked his big round eyes and stretched out the Americas' persecution of NaPD that continued until yesterday.

A large farming mission from a lightweight crew for two weeks. There are lots of different types of agricultural machinery and they're going to explode in a barrel full of NaPD. Minho's good temperament made her small.

“That's why Dojin yelled at Minho to bring him back. ”

“It's just me. ”

We have to make sure it doesn't fit the schedule. Minho insisted and walked towards the waiting seat. Gu Yeon, who followed me closely, asked.

“Sora didn't come with you? ”

Minho recalled the call with the ball manager in the morning.

“I heard you're coming because you have an event. ”

“You've been busy. You know that hair that you did for Conch at the time? That was awesome. Can't I just do it one more time? ”

“I don't know.”

“Just once.”

Minho frowned at the cuteness of turning his head to the left and to the right, with one finger extended on his forehead. Oshora told me to be a fox, and this is a true example of etiquette. “Yes, I will!” It was such a powerful cute reflex.

“I'll see to it when I get there. ”

Minho smiled softly and turned around because she decided not to touch anyone else's head without Jay Kim's scissors.

“Ha-yeon, by the way. Did you come up with any interview questions? ”

“Of course.”

Gu Yeon ran to the door and brought A4 paper on the table.

“Here!”

“Thank you.”

A smile was drawn on Minho's mouth just like a loving squirrel hard picking up an acorn that fell on the floor.

‘Wake up, wake up. ’

Minho turned his head. Even if you are the famous idol of the Three Girls Group Leader, this request is too much.

“Do you need anything else? Water? ”

“Just some water. ”

“Fourth!”

In the black heart of the expedition to actively score points in the absence of charisma's older sister Osora, Minho did not sit on a chair, doing an extravagant, but extravagant lecture. I asked him if he was hungry, but he went out to buy something.

Minho kicked his tongue and examined the paper with the questions.

No more questions than I thought. 3 group questions per 5 individuals.

I thought you said it was a natural response to other members' interviews. ’

I saw the latest video related to Girls7, but I was a little preoccupied with the car yesterday to prepare for the interview.

As I organized the answers to the questions in my mind, the door in the waiting room opened wide.

“Whoa.”

Oshora was the woman who appeared, breathing heavily. After coming all dressed up, she looks like a sexy warrior and walks in, drooping on the couch in the waiting room.

Kim Sunhwa, an Osorabaragi, ran in amazed, whether he was filming a youth journal or not.

“Sis, what's wrong? ”

“Some water. ”

Osora, who received the bottled water, panted and sighed.

“I'm dying to run in the sun. ”

“It's hot today, isn't it? ”

“Don't tell me. Yesterday you worked in Ulzi to die. I have to go to the fan club after the interview. I can't rest. I can't rest. ”

Kim Sun-hwa sent me a debt of hand.

“Your group is rising these days. Work hard when you're popular. ”

I returned the Bottle immediately in Osora's pose.

“Yeah, it's good to be busy. ”

Minho glanced down at his chest from Oshora's neck, where he sweated his tusks, and his eyes became droopy. The water she drank fell on her chest and saw the drops rolling down the valley. Even though I knew I had to turn my eyes away, the man's instinct made my neck look like a stone statue.

“Oh? Min-ho's here already? ”

Osora, who has just confirmed Minho, adds.

“Uh-huh.”

The hot collar of Minho flinches.

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I'm sure there's someone waiting for you on Thursday. In the future, it will continue to rise at 5: 00 a.m. on monthdays, and I think the pattern will continue to rise as we write more on days in between.

(I don't write it fast, so you may want to check your monthly allowance for updates. <UNK>