63 Reading books gives you more experience! 63

Cars were entering the military base in Songpa. When the car was parked in the parking lot and the members of the Moon Bang-woo got off, guard officers guided them inside.

asked Kang Chul-jae, who wrote down simple identification and visits.

"Is the leader out?"

"He came in ten minutes ago."

Kang Chul-jae, nodding his head to the soldier's answer, waited for others to check their ID cards.

Then a soldier in shorts and short-sleeved T-shirts came into the guardhouse.

The only difference from other soldiers was that there was a star in the military cap.

When the guards saluted him quickly, the general received it lightly and saluted Kang Chul-jae vigorously.

"Unity!"

"How have you been?"

"How have you been?"

"I'm doing fine. But you're still feeling good shape.”

"He's a soldier, so it's essential to take care of his health."

"You're right. If the superior sets an example, the soldiers will follow him."

Kang Chul-jae, who nodded with a smile, introduced the general to Moon Bang-woo members.

"It's Brigadier General Ko Gil-soo. And these are my friends who are members of the literary circle.”

"Nice to meet you."

Ko Gil-soo reached out his hand and shook hands with people. Then Ko Kil-soo pointed to a lieutenant colonel behind him.

"Here's the battalion commander."

"Unity! Commander Wu Gong-myeong!"

Kang Chul-jae laughed at the battalion commander's salute and said,

"I'm sorry to call you this way on your day off."

"No!"

"Can I borrow your clothes?"

When the battalion commander winked at Kang Chul-jae, the soldiers took boxes from one side and opened them.

There were shorts, short sleeves, and soccer shoes inside.

Steel shook its head at new items that had not even been unpacked.

"Shall we use the new supplies? Bring me what the soldiers used."

"You can use this."

"No. Give me the new supplies for the soldiers and get me what I used. That makes me feel better."

"You're still the same. Then what size do you all wear?”

When people told him the size, the soldiers took it and hurried out.

And after a while they came in with their sportswear in their hands.

When the clothes were distributed according to size, the members of the Moon Bang-woo changed their clothes.

Ko Gil-soo said when the members of Moon Bang-woo changed their clothes.

"Are you okay with that?"

"It's all right, then."

"Then I'll do it without letting it go."

"I'm not going to do it on your own either.

What they said made Jong-seok's mouth water.

'You'll be no match for me if you don't give me a break....'

I feel like I'm getting young with a hit, but it's just a feeling, not a feeling that makes me feel younger.

But you play soccer against active-duty soldiers? If you don't look at it, it'll be smashed in an instant.

'But I'm sure he'll let it slide. I'll do my best against the elderly.’

When I thought of that, adults began to leave the guardhouse.

And as they moved to the training ground, they saw soldiers already lightly kicking the ball.

When Ko Gil-soo appeared, the soldiers rushed together.

"Unity!"

Ko Gil-soo, who was lightly saluted by a soldier's salute, looked at Kang Chul-jae.

"Then what would you do on your side? I don't think it'll be easy for only members of Moon Bang-woo to form a team."

Kang Chul-jae nodded at Ko Gil-soo's words. No matter how good they were, it was difficult for the elderly to play soccer with active-duty soldiers, so they had to divide the teams.

"Then me and Songhak... And let's have Mr. Lee on the same team."

Ko Gil-soo, who was watching the team split, looked at Jong-seok with curious eyes.

Who is that kid? You're being respectful, aren't you?’

Ko Gil-soo, who had been looking at the stalactites with curious eyes, sneaked to Kang Chul-jae's side and asked,

"Who is that child and you treat him with respect?”

"Ah! It's our Moon Bang-woo calligraphy teacher."

"Seo? You look young."

"He can respect calligraphy even if he's young. And I think full time is going to be tough, so let's take a five-minute break in the first and second half.

Ko Gil-soo, who is not very interested in calligraphy, saw Kang Chul-jae and dispersed the soldiers on both teams and opened his mouth.

"Then... let's get started.”

At Ko Gil-soo's words, Kang Chul-jae said to Jong-seok.

"What position will Mr. Lee take?"

"I think I can do goalkeepers."

In fact, Jong-seok doesn't like soccer very much. But the goalkeeper seemed to be able to.

I feel like I can handle the ball with a ball and catch it with a natural lobe.

"Then do it."

As Jong-seok moved toward the goal post, Kang Chul-jae set positions for the same teams.

Of course, even if it's a position, you're defense, you're offense, although this is the end.

Anyway, the game started with Kang Chul-jae, who set his position, kicking the ball.

The soldiers' movements came into the eyes of Jong-seok, who was attached to the goalpost and looked ahead.

'You certainly look fast and powerful.’

The soldiers, who were also members of the airborne special forces, were very fast and seemed to be full of energy.

"Student?"

Jong-seok nodded at the words of a soldier watching the defense in front.

"I'm a senior in high school."

At Jong-seok's words, the soldier looked at him in wonder.

"Is this what a high school senior is doing? Aren't you studying?"

"One day is fine."

"You must be good at studying.”

"A little."

"Yes, do your best."

Then the soldier looked ahead.

Jong-seok, who was looking ahead after such a soldier, soon became bored. It's boring because the ball doesn't come this way whether this team is doing well or being considerate for Kang Chul-jae.

"But the troops are very clean."

The soldier laughed at Jong-seok's words.

"Most of the troops are originally clean."

And especially today, the battalion commander suddenly came in to supervise the cleaning when he heard that a star was coming.

"Have you ever been to the army bathroom?"

"No?"

"Maybe one of the cleanest toilets in our country is the military toilet."

"Really?"

"How could it be dirty to clean up in the morning and evening, to wipe off each toothbrush and even dry the water in the evening?”

"Water with toothpaste? Why don't you use toothpaste water instead of detergent?"

"Every cleaning in the army is done with toothpaste."

"Why?"

"Why do you say... I don't know. I guess it's because I just clean with toothpaste."

"That's strange."

"Whoa! It's weird. Have you ever seen you gargle in the water of red medicine?"

"Don't you apply red medicine to wounds?"

"It's applied to the wound, but in the army, if you have a mouth disease or a cold, you can also gargle with red medicine."

"Why?"

"I don't know. That would be better."

"Who?"

"Army officer... ...the ball is coming."

Jong-seok tilted his head as he looked ahead at the soldier's words with nervous eyes.

'Do you gargle with red medicine?

It's a strange thing.

When I thought of that, Ko Gil-soo ran fast, kicking the ball.

"Hey, I'm going to be pierced, so you're going to stop me."

"What?"

Tata blame!

Jong-seok's face was puzzled by the soldier's rush out, who had foreseen to be pierced.

And as the soldier said, Ko Gil-soo has been quick to make a quick turn and sneeze at him.

Did you try to avoid it?’

Jong-seok lowered himself with that thought.

"Make it go!"

In the back, Ko Gil-soo kicked the ball with his legs raised with a loud shout from the soldiers.

Bam!

The body of the stalactite moved toward the fast flying ball.

Ta-da!

At the same time as moving two steps, Jong-seok's hand touched the ball.

Along with the strong force, the body of the stone made a big circle.

Srrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The straight-line force of a strong ball that comes in a straight line was shifted to a curve.

Jong-seok, who caught the ball, twisted his body and threw the ball toward his side.

Boooong!

When Jong-seok passed the ball to his side, the soldier, who had gone forward, approached and stood looking forward again.

"But I just missed... Did you do it on purpose?”

"Yes."

"Why?"

"What if I kick the general's leg while kicking the ball off?”

"Ah..."

What do you mean, when Jong-seok Ahn nodded, the soldier looked forward again.

And Jong-seok knew some peculiarities of military football. The physical struggle among ordinary soldiers was also tough.

For Ko Gil-soo and Kang Chul-jae, however, they approached each other as soft as the spring breeze, and even a slight touch of it bounced off with exaggerated reactions.

"Army football is class football."

When Jong-seok thought of it, Kang Chul-jae's shot became a goal.

"Wow wow!"

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he saw an old man with white hair screaming and liking it.

"I'll have to eat the goal for you, too.”

"General football is supposed to be a lot of goals."

Jong-seok, who nodded at the soldier's words, then unnoticed Ko Gil-soo's shot and ate the goal.

"Argh!"

Seeing Ko Gil-soo screaming and liking it, Jong-seok picked up a goal that went into the net and threw it in front of him.

'This is also an experience. Life experience... Do you think they've experienced this before?’

When Jong-seok, who thought he could get some experience, thought like that, the first half ended.

While soldiers were sharing drinks bought with Kang Chul-jae's money, Jong-seok looked at the building on one side.

The smell of food has been wavering there for a while.

"What kind of building is that?"

"The restaurant."

Jong-seok said to Kang Chul-jae while looking at the restaurant in response to a soldier who got a little closer while talking.

"I'd like to take a look at the restaurant.”

"Cafeteria?"

"Yes. I was wondering how the soldiers eat.”

At Jong-seok's answer, the principal said, wiping the sweat.

"Mr. Lee went on a TV cooking program in May and won."

"Oh! Did you? If you'd told us, we'd have seen it....."

"It wasn't a big competition.”

"Well...then do it."

When Kang Chul-jae saw Ko Gil-soo, he turned his head toward the deputy next to him.

"Give me a tour of that student's restaurant."

"Okay."

An assistant officer, who answered, took Jong-seok with him, took a walk toward the restaurant.

As he walked along to the restaurant, he was curious about Jong-seok's face.

Would it look like our school cafeteria?’

In fact, Jong-seok had some questions when he joined the unit.

If you go to college next year, you will have a problem with the timing, but you will have to take a leave of absence and go to the army anyway.

And among Jongseok's experiences, cooking was still useful in the military.

Soldiers have to live on their own. So I wanted to see a military restaurant.

A cook saluted quickly to the sight of the deputy entering the restaurant.

"Unity!"

"Unity."

The saluted lieutenant beckoned the cook.

"Give me a tour of the restaurant."

"Okay."

The deputy turned his head towards the stalactites.

"If you need anything, call this number."

"Yes."

When the deputy took out his business card, Jong-seok took it and put it in his pocket.

Jong-seok looked at the cook as the deputy turned around. And in that gaze, the cook ate his lips while he was looking at him.

"The youngest."

"Beezers! Five doors!"

"Get him in costume."

"Okay."

Then a private, named Omun, took Jongseok to the door next to Chusa.

"Wash your hands and feet. And wear this and boots."

"Yes."

Jong-seok washed his hands and feet on one side and changed into an activity suit given by the misprint.

When I changed my clothes, the mistletoe stuck out a mask.

"Do this, too."

"Yes."

When Jong-seok was ready, Omun rushed him into the kitchen.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on.

"I'm sorry."

"Hurry up and chop up!"

At the ancient castle, Omun hurriedly grabbed the knife, caught the scallions, and began to cut them.

Argh! Argh! Argh!

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

"Okay."

The mistletoe cut quickly...

You're not good because you're a second-classman.’

Even Jong-seok saw that the sword of the five gates was a little slow and clumsy. At the sight, Jong-seok slowly stood beside the five gates and said,

"Can I help you?"

Mistakes shook their heads at Jong-seok's words. If Jong-seok gets hurt while doing it for no reason, he gets more scolded.

At the sight, Jong-seok repeatedly shouted at the soldier shouted at the soldier.

"May I help you, too?"”

"Do you know how to knife?"

"Yes, I do!"

When Jong-seok spoke bravely, the soldier approached.

"Try it."

When Jong-seok saw a misspell at the soldier's words, he held out a knife. The soldier shook his head when Jong-seok, who received the knife, chopped the scallions.

"No thanks."

Then the soldier who received the knife handed it to Omun.

"Hurry up and cut!"

"Okay."

Jong-seok looked at the soldier with curious eyes as Oh-mun stabbed him again.

'Hong Song Hyun.'

Jong-seok asked when he saw the name written on the top of the activity suit.

"If I help you, it'll be faster.”

"Are you coming here again tomorrow?"

"No."

"Then who uses the green onions and carrots that the youngest has to cut tomorrow?"

"He's the one..."

Jong-seok, who was speaking, understood Hong Song-hyeon's meaning.

'Tomorrow he's going to have to chop green onion.’

Even if you help now, you can't help tomorrow.

"Hurry up and don't cut it!"

At Hong Song-hyeon shouting, Oh Mun hurriedly began to cut.

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