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Jong-seok had a delicious dinner with Choi Mi-hee's family.

"Kimchi stew is really delicious."

"It's been a while since you've had kimchi stew?"

"No, we often make kimchi stew. It's just that it's not this delicious."

At Heo Jung-sook's words, Choi Mi-hee said, "Don't say anything weird, just eat," and asked quietly.

"But Jong-seok is such a good cook. The rice went really well."

"When you eat, add a little salt."

"Salt?"

"A little salt gives the rice a sweet taste. But if I put in a lot, the rice will be salty, right?”

"Ah!"

Choi Mi-hee, who nodded as if she was surprised, gave Jong-seok some cooking tips and saw Heo Jung-nam.

Unlike the two bright people, Heo Jung-nam was eating with a little discomfort.

Heo Jung-sook smiled and said,

"It's because Jung-nam is awkward because he's a bit shy."

"Yes."

Jong-seok, who nodded, looked at Heo Jung-sook and said,

"And please treat me like a younger brother from now on. I'll call you sister, too.”

"Sister?"

"Yes."

"Hmm...."

Heo Jung-sook laughed at Jong-seok's remarks.

"Don't you like me?"

"No, I like it a lot. Why?"

"It's like drawing a line as my sister's brother. You don't like older people?"

Jong-seok shook his head with a smile at Huh Jung-sook's words.

"You're not drawing a line, you're connecting it with me. I think of my grandfather and grandmother like a grandfather who hit them. So I want to be like my sister and Jong-nam's family.”

Choi Mi-hee nodded as if she liked the word.

"Yes, let's be like a family from now on."

"Then... call me sister."

"Okay."

Jong-seok saw Heo Jeong-nam.

"Jeong-nam is also a big brother from now on. Let's be like brother and brother from now on."

"Yes."

Jong-seok asked, looking at Heo Jung-nam nodding his head.

"But math?"

"Yes."

"So you're a senior?"

"Third grade."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Huh Jung-nam's words, said as if he was great.

"Harvard University is a very famous school, and Jong-nam is really amazing. Can I call you Jong-nam?"

"Yes."

Jong-seok finished his meal with Heo Jung-nam talking about this and that.

Then when Jong-seok took the dishes to the sink and tried to wash the dishes, Choi Mi-hee pushed him away and turned on the water.

"Don't just stay at home, but Jung-sook, take Jong-seok out and buy him a drink."

"Should I?"

"Then I'll be there in half an hour."

"Why?"

"Because I'm full. I'm going to take a walk with Jung-nam."

"Then Jong-nam, show me around the neighborhood."

At Choi Mi-hee's words, Jong-seok came out with Heo Jung-nam.

Jong-seok, who came out lightly because it was a summer night, walked silently with Heo Jung-nam.

Then Jong-seok, sitting on a bench by the roadside, sat Huh Jung-nam next to him and put his foot on his lap.

"Huh?"

Jong-seok, who smiled lightly at Heo Jung-nam, took out a small set of bedding from his pocket.

"You've been hit a lot, haven't you?"

At Jong-seok's words, Heo Jeong-nam swallowed his saliva and gently gave strength to his feet.

"No."

"You're the grandchild of a licensed doctor. Have you never been acupuncture?”

"That was ten years ago."

Looking at Heo Jung-nam, Jong-seok took the alcohol cotton out of his bedroom, wiped the affected area, and began to drool.

"Yes!"

Heo Jung-nam, who was closing his eyes with a small moan, opened his eyes.

"Huh?"

Heo Jung-nam's eyes showed Jong-seok drooling, but his thigh didn't feel much pain.

No, it felt cooler than pain.

"You're a good drooler."

Jong-seok looked at him and added a few more saliva to him.

"Thank you for calling me brother.”

"Ah..."

Jong-seok, who was looking at Heo Jung-nam, gently spins his saliva and flows in.

"Cool."

Jong-seok glanced at Heo Jung-nam's admiration and opened his mouth.

"I don't think you'll like it if I ask you this question..."

Huh Jung-nam ate up Jong-seok's words. Jong-seok knows what he's going to say.

"I'm ashamed."

"Did you get hurt at school?”

"Yes."

"It doesn't seem like a fight..."

If you had fought, you would have hurt your face or your body. There was no reason for this bruise on his thigh.

And if you look at the marks... It's similar to when I got hit on the thigh by a teacher at school.

To hit the thigh with a rod while kneeling or sitting in a chair.

"Korea doesn't do physical punishment on campus either, but there's no reason to hit an adult in the U.S. and it's not a child..."

Thinking that way, Jong-seok focused on relieving the blood and bruises on his thighs.

In fact, these questions were hard to answer. It is difficult to ask questions related to a man's pride when he is not yet close.

Did you get hit? Who did you get hit by?

Such a question is something that any man should be ashamed of.

He focused on catching the pain and then opened his mouth.

"If you don't want to talk, you don't have to. I called you brother, didn't I?

"Yes."

"You're no stranger to me. I've never seen you before, but I've heard a lot of good things from my grandmother."

"I've heard a lot about you from my grandmother, too.”

"Yes... but the first time we've seen each other, it's probably because Grandma's connecting you with me. So you really feel like Jung-nam is my brother."

Jong-seok opened his mouth, looking at Heo Jung-nam nodding his head at his words.

"My brother doesn't want to see my brother get hurt like this."

Huh Jung-nam opened his mouth while looking at Jong-seok's words.

"That's..."

Harvard University is one of the world's most famous universities. However, prestigious universities do not mean that there are no bad students.

Especially those who are of poor quality at prestigious universities are of poor quality. Because... A smart guy is a bad guy.

Heo Jung-nam was caught by a club of bad quality.

He was timid and had a hard time in school because he was small in physique, Asian, and even a small number of Koreans.

Then I got to know the white upper class kids who approached me and joined the club.

But... ...it wasn't about getting close, it was about getting bored.

"Club?"

"It's like a fraternity.”

"The bad guys must be good at socializing."

"University club activities are also helpful in society. And some of the kids who come to Harvard have a family-to-family club."

"Hmm... it's more than just a fraternity."

"Yes."

"But why did you get involved in it?”

"I... got an all-A in math."

"That..."

Jong-seok sighed as he tilted his head to see what reason that might be.

"What do you need for a reason? They're just sons of bitches.”

Then Jong-seok looked at Heo Jung-nam and said,

"What do you want me to do?”

"What?"

"Are they good at fighting?”

"I'm in good shape."

"If you learn three days from me, you can knock down a fighter or something.”

It's not hard. Anyone can get a blow if you just tell me how to hit and pound a few painful spots.

Of course... ...but for Jong-nam right now, the tin that can hit people comes first.

"But... all the kids in that club have nice houses. "If you fight for nothing..."

"That's not what you're worried about."

"But..."

"If you're an adult in a fight, you can take care of them, too."

"In case you're worried.”

Jong-seok tapped Heo Jung-nam on the shoulder.

"It's the most worrying thing that you're doing this. And... ...the closest grown-up to you is my brother, and you've already worried me. So you worry about it's your brother. Don't worry about you. I'll worry about what you didn't do wrong."

"Thank you."

Jong-seok nodded at Huh Jung-nam's words and began to pull out stinging saliva on his thigh.

"Let's go to school together tomorrow."

"School?"

"I'm not going because of you... It's the world-famous Harvard University, so let's take a look."

Then Jong-seok tapped Heo Jung-nam's thigh.

"Ah! Uh?"

I thought it would hurt, but it didn't hurt at all. Jong-seok said, looking at Heo Jung-nam, who looked at his thighs with surprised eyes.

"The bruises will come out little by little, but the inside must have gotten a lot better. In a couple of days, you'll be out of bruises.”

"Three days?"

"Yes."

"You're great."

"Your grandfather or professor's acupuncture is greater than your brother's. Why didn't you be an oriental doctor?"

"Because I hate blood. But I'm glad you're here.”

"Me?"

"I'm sure my grandfather and father are reassured because you have an older brother.”

Jong-seok laughed at Huh Jung-nam's words.

"Then what are you going to do if I eat a licensed doctor?”

"I'm not interested in the senator because I'm going to be a mathematician anyway.”

"Don't say anything else when you get older."

"Why?"

"When you go to Korea later and visit a licensed clinic, you will be able to say thank you to your parents."

Huh Jung-nam... is the gold spoon in the oriental medical community.

Jong-seok, who caused Heo Jung-nam with a smile, walked home.

***

Jong-seok, who simply drank at a nearby bar last night, was moving to Harvard University with Heo Jung-nam in the morning.

"You drive well."

Heo Jeong-nam laughed at Jong-seok's remarks.

"In the U.S., it's hard to move without a car, so I've been driving since I was a kid. If you want to stay in the U.S., it'll be easier for you to get your driver's license."

"How long will you stay here to get your driver's license? You can take the bus if you need to go out.”

Heo Jeong-nam, who was driving with a nod to Jong-seok's words, stopped at a nearby parking lot near the university.

"You're not going in there?"

"I don't have enough parking lots."

When Heo Jung-nam got out of the car with his bag, Jong-seok followed and looked at Harvard.

Unlike Korean universities, Harvard felt as if it had preserved the old buildings.

It felt like it was built of bricks rather than concrete.

Anyway, Jong-seok entered Harvard with curious eyes. Harvard felt more like a park than a university.

Students were resting on the lawn, sitting or lying down, and on one side there was a pond.

And it was Harvard where the antique buildings were built on that road.

"Harvard, that's nice."

"Yes."

Jong-seok, who nodded at Huh Jung-nam's words, moved his steps and asked.

"You're not late for class?”

"I can go now."

"By the way, can I take a class, too.

"You can just sit in the back secretly. Are you going to come to class? It's not going to be fun because it's math class.”

"We're here, so let's take a class at Harvard."

A voice came from behind as I moved along with such a story.

"Huh!"

The sound from behind hardened Heo Jung-nam's face. Jong-seok glanced back at the figure.

Behind him were two handsome white lads smiling and waving their hands. Jong-seok's mouth corners went up at the sight.

'That's them.

The tail of his mouth was smiling, but Jong-seok's eyes were cooling.

"Don't be nervous. Just trust me and do what you've been doing. Then I'll take care of it for you."

"Hyung..."

"It's all right."

When Jong-seok, who smiled at Heo Jung-nam, was looking at the white people, they came up smiling.

"Huh!"

Heo Jeong-nam bowed his head to the welcoming white people.

"Hello."

Heo Jung-nam greeted Jong-seok in Korean, and he was curious about Jong-seok's face.

In Korea, it's natural to say such a greeting to a higher person, but in

When Jong-seok wondered, the white man laughed and tapped Heo Jeong-nam on the head.

"This is why Korean greeting is good. Yeah, you should do this to your superiors. We, the United States, have to do this greeting."

Jong-seok raised his hand at the sight of a white man tapping Huh Jung-nam's head with a smile.

Took!

Then he tapped the white man's hand, pulled Heo Jung-nam, and said, looking at the white man.

"You seem to like the Korean greeting?"

"Huh? Who are you?”

"I'm Jong-nam... And I think I'm older than you, so why don't you try your favorite Korean greeting?”

A white man smiled at Jong-seok and said while looking at him.

"I didn't know Jung-nam had a brother. You must be here to show me around the school."

Jong-seok smiled at the white man to see Jong-nam.

"Say hello?"

"I don't like to receive."

Jong-seok pulled up the story of the white man.

Argh!

And its history became a living thing and began to press the white man's body.

"Then see you later..."

The white man's face suddenly hardened while he was talking. At that moment, his body began to shake.

What... what is it?

It's as if the knife is beating all over your body.

The white man's body began to tremble.

Seeing such a white man, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"It starts with the exchange of affection between Koreans, whether it's just a greeting or not. ”

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