43 Reading books gives you more experience! 43

Jong-seok was chopping firewood. "I have to pay for my meal," said Kim Sook-soo, and after that, Jong-seok somehow got an ax.

"Whoa!"

Along with breathing, an axe with a stalactite cut down the tree at once.

Beep!

Jong-seok felt good in the tree, where the sound was divided at once. At first it was awkward because I didn't know how to do it, but it wasn't that difficult

Jong-seok also wondered if he was so good at axing.

Puck! Puck!

It is difficult to balance the axe. However, as he is learning how to play hardball, he moves his hands and body according to the flow of the axe, and the firewood splits into pieces.

Jong-seok, who began to get hot after chopping firewood, took off his jacket.

Argh!

The heat wrapped in the coat spewed out and the warmth flowed out. He rolled up his sleeves.

"Whoa!"

Ugh!

Producer Cho, who was filming Kim talking about mugwort with his grandfather, turned his head.

In his eyes, Jong-seok, with his jacket off, was seen chopping wood.

'You're in good shape.'

The forearm muscle between the rolled sleeves did not appear to belong to a high school student.

Plus, the axe must have pumped up your muscles, and your chest is wide open.

Producer Cho, who was watching it for a while, attached a VJ to Jong-seok.

"Take a good picture, I'm afraid you'll get some pictures."

Nod!

When VJ nodded and zoomed in on Jongseok, producer Cho called Lee Ji-young.

"Yes."

"She's going to catch a cold. Take off your clothes and tell them to wipe off some sweat."

"Is it this weather?"

Even if it's spring, I can't believe you took off your clothes when it's still cold.

"You'll catch a cold if you wear sweaty clothes in this weather. And bring one of the clothes that fits that kid's size."

"Okay."

Lee Ji-young hurried to the car and opened the trunk. The trunk was full of maker clothes.

These clothes were gifts for the elderly who cooperated with the filming.

Of course, it was not for the elderly, but for the grandchildren.

Among them, Lee Ji-young, who packed clothes that she thought would fit Jong-seok, took out a towel and approached Jong-seok.

Ugh!

Lee Ji-young smiled and approached Jong-seok, who continued to axe as if he was going to cut all the firewood.

"Student."

"Oh yes?"

"You can stop the firewood now.”

"Oh... I did do a lot."

When Jong-seok looked next to him, he was clearly in a pile of firewood.

"Aren't you tired?"

"I didn't realize how fun it was to beat firewood. It feels like there's something blocked every time it's broken.”

"Your clothes are soaking wet. Come on. Take it off."

"No, I'm fine."

"You'll catch a cold if you're wearing wet clothes like that. I brought some clothes to change, so change with this.”

When Lee Ji-young lifted up the clothes in the plastic bag, Jong-seok nodded, turned around and took off his top lightly.

Whoo!

Hot energy spewed out, revealing a pleasant surge of muscles.

Lee Ji-young's face turned red when she saw her swollen back muscles and fine muscles running along her waistline.

Oh, my! What's wrong with her body?’

Doesn't it look like the body of a healthy idol I saw on TV? Lee Ji-young secretly moved to Jong-seok's front.

Lee Ji-young handed over the towel when the startled Jong-seok tried to turn around.

"Wipe your sweat."

"Thank you."

Jong-seok, who turned his body again awkwardly, received a towel and wiped the sweat off his body.

"Hoo! It's cool."

Feeling cool in the cold wind, Jong-seok began to wipe off the sweat on his body.

"Wow... there's no commercial.’

Lee Ji-young, who smelled the scent of a male beast from Jong-seok, who was wiping sweat by moving muscles, swallowed her saliva without even realizing it.

"Gulp! What am I supposed to do with her? Am I starving?’

Thinking that he was crazy, he opened the vinyl of Lee Ji-young's clothes and put it out.

"Ip..."

When her voice trembled without realizing it, Lee Ji-young straightened her voice and said,

"Hmm! Put it on."

"But this looks like a new one. Can I wear it like this?"

"It's okay because I brought a lot for adults as a gift. Put it on."

"Thank you."

With a smile, Jong-seok put his head in and put on his clothes at once.

'That's cool.'

Producer Cho, who saw Jong-seok dress up, told VJ.

"Looks like you've got a picture."

"It's definitely a nice. But I can get this on air."

"It's nothing but upper body exposure. If that's a slur, all idol programs on entertainment shows are slandered."

In entertainment shows featuring male idols, it was rare not to show abs once.

"But you'd still have to get permission from the parties."

"I take that permission. You're going to have that student in charge from now on."

"Okay."

***

"Cool!"

"Drunk! Drunk!"

Mom and Dad were sleeping soundly behind the van.

The main dishes of today's morning were mugwort and stone greens, but where there was no screen, the meat was boiled and the pancakes were served.

And makgeolli, which is a feast for adults.

Mom and dad spent time watching the filming and eating makgeolli, and then fell asleep drunk like this.

"I don't know if your parents had a good rest."

"This looks like you've got a good rest. Thank you for today."

"Hoo! No. But what did you talk about with producer Cho earlier?"

"Oh! They gave me a paycheck."

Along with the fee, producer Cho talked about his appearance on the show.

When I took off my clothes earlier, I felt a little awkward and uncomfortable when asked if I could show it on the air because the painting was good, but when PD Cho said he would wrap it as nicely as possible, Jong-seok allowed it.

If you look great on TV, that would be great, too.

"You didn't say no, did you?"

"You have to get what you need."

"Hoo! Good job."

"And producer Cho said he would participate when he was dubbing a separate broadcast."

"Because I have to put in a narration. But why do you ask that?”

"I'd like you to ask me to edit that part if there's anything weird about it when you narrate."

"Hoo! I see."

While we were talking about this and that, we were able to arrive in front of the store before we knew it.

Jong-seok, who got out of the car after waking up the two still sleeping soundly, bowed his head to Kim.

"I had a lot of good looks today."

"I had fun going with you, too."

Kim Sook-soo, who was waving to Jong-seok with a smile, looked at Jong-seok as if he was in trouble.

"The rice balls we gave to our store before."

"Did you eat?"

"Yes. By the way, is the filling beef jerky?"

"Yes."

said Kim, who nodded that his idea was right.

"It's made for sale on the market."

"It's hard to make beef jerky at home."

"Yes, you did a good job. Then study hard."

"Yes."

Kim Suk-soo, who was greeted by Jong-seok, greeted his parents through an open window and soon started leaving the car.

Watching it, Jong-seok helped his parents and hurried home.

Jong-seok, who laid his parents down in the room, covered them with a blanket and lightly massaged them.

Hitting is not the only thing in a hit. It included such a light stroke.

Jong-seok, who had lightly pressed his body with his palm and repeatedly held it, raised his body.

I've given you a massage that's good for blood circulation, so you'll get a little less hangover when you wake up in the morning.

Returning to his room, Jong-seok took off his clothes and took out an experience book and opened it.

"Let's write today's diary."

As if writing a diary, a new article came to mind immediately below the deficit.

Perhaps because there are a lot of people I'm meeting today, I've gained more personal experience than I thought.

But the only thing that's a little strange is...

'Is being on the air a rare experience?’

Broadcasting is a science that was created within a hundred years... If the book recognized the experience as a rare experience, it meant that the experiences related to broadcasting were already written.

'You're more diverse than I thought you'd be.'

Jong-seok, who was thinking of that, covered the book. Jong-seok is tired now, if not as much as his parents who drank.

"Let's wash up and sleep."

***

After the spring break, high school seniors were completely immersed in the atmosphere as high school seniors.

It's the atmosphere of studying. And if there was a break in that atmosphere, it was lunchtime.

Jong-seok, who had lunch after the third period today, was watching a video with Kim Young-woo on his cell phone in the playground.

"Oh! It's amazing that Jong-seok is on TV."

Jong-seok looked at the video clip of Kim Young-woo's surprised voice.

There was a Korean morning video on the cell phone this morning.

The morning of Koreans who filmed last week was aired this morning.

"Oh! Jong-seok is so powerful... You're a real man."

The video showed Jong-seok chopping firewood.

Kim Seung-soo's narration flowed along with Jong-seok's firewood.

"Jongseok is doing some firewood. Is it because you're young? Whoo-hoo! I used to fire firewood when I was young."

"You're very good at picking firewood."

"It's fun to try... Huh?"

Jong-seok's face turned slightly red as he was speaking. The video showed himself taking off his clothes.

"Wow! Look at you big guy. Are you showing off your figure on national television?"

"That's not it."

Jong-seok sighed and watched the video. It was himself who actually took off his clothes, and he said he could use this screen.

But it was too close-up.

"Jongseok worked out hard, too. I think youth is good."

Kim's narration praising his body... But is it Jong-seok's only illusion that he felt there was a playfulness in Kim's voice?

But Jong-seok had to admit it. It's his body, but he's either on the screen or what the station did to the screen. It looked very good.

'That's a nice picture.’

It was not a lie that Cho said he would wrap it as nicely as possible.

Soon, the screen turned into Kim Sook-soo.

"Oh, did you cook?"

"It wasn't cooking, but Mr. Kim, Sook-soo, helped me.

"But the knife is no joke."

"I'm just getting the ingredients ready."

"On the screen, it looks like you did everything.”

Jong-seok nodded unconsciously at Kim Young-woo's words. As he said, Jong-seok seemed to have cooked if he didn't know if it was his own editing.

"But why did you edit it like this?’

Jong-seok's mysterious eyes ended the video. When the video was over, Kim Young-woo raised the screen with his finger.

Slurp! Slurp!

As the screen went up, the comments below it came up.

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