Accumulate Experience by Reading Books - Chapter 12

Thinking that he had purchased a very expensive book Lee Jong-suk was starting to get worried.

The person who had this kind of treasure in front of them couldn’t identify it, any way he felt bad for the owner of second hand bookstore.

Although I did pay a thousand won and bought if fairly. And it is the same as he giving it to me.

Though he was a bit troubled over this, Lee Jong-suk immediately put the book on the table.

‘I’ll tell this to uncle the next time I see him. There would be no use if it wouldn’t have been sold.’

A part of me wants to keep this but my heart feels like I should be returning this book immediately.

Debating in the inside Lee Jong-suk looked at the experience book.

‘I’m getting more curious about the skills and knowledge of the bachelor.’

The knowledge of the bachelor in the dream was very interesting. He felt like he was watching a martial arts movie.

And it was helpful for me too.

The moon-il-ji-il study experience also helped him and he was thinking if he will be able to receive any other weird skill like this.

He was liking the kun-gong experience too.

‘I’ll let my parents know once I study well.’

He was thinking that his body was turning out to be good because of kun-gong skill, for the sake of my parent’s health I should get more experience points

[Study 1,000]

Slirk!

As usual after Lee Jong-suk wrote the page turned over and texts started to appear.

[Life was nice with the teacher. The masters there were very kind, and the teacher had thousands… no a few thousands of volumes which were accumulated.

And to me…..]

For about after two hours of writing bright new texts started to appear and as he read it said.

[Study experience of 2,000 points have been received.]

[Moon-il-ji-il experience has been familiarized.]

[Kun-gong experience has been familiarized.]

Lee Jong-suk looked at these posts in the experience book and rubbed his eyes.

Right after seeing that he had received the experiences from the experience book, he felt tired oddly.

‘Sleep sleep’

Rubbing his eyes Lee Jong-suk climbed onto his bed.

***

The weekend just got completed. On Sunday I went down for a bit and helped in the shop and after that I came back and studied English and math very focused.

I read Korean history and Korean language which I get good grades in, but since I was weak in mathematics and English I was lacking quite a lot in them.

But with the help of the moon-il-ji-il experience it won’t be like that. As you see it started getting more comprehensible and memorable, so studying was not a little fun.

Lee Jong-suk was holding the washed judo uniform neatly in his hands.

“Hey! Jong-suk ah!”

Lee Jong-suk turned his head to see who was calling out his name, and it was Kim Young-Woo

who waving his hands and coming his way.

“Was your weekend good?”

“You can say that”

At the words of Lee Jong-suk’s Kim Young-Woo nodded his head and suddenly turned his body.

“The weather is a bit cold.”

Lee Jong-suk nodded his head at Kim Young-Woo’s words.

“If so then the terms …. For third graders.”

“Oh! Damn!”

Suddenly hearing Kim Young-Woo swear Lee Jong-suk looked at him.

“Why?”

“We only have one year of our youth left in front of us.”

“Twenties is considered as youth too.”

“We can only play this year by being an youth. From next year we will be third year student, then military, and then employment…”

“You’ll study next year?”

“That is possible. But I want to play and be comfortable but these are two different things.”

At the words of Kim Young-Woo’s Lee Jong-suk looked at his face and said.

“Won’t you go to college?”

“You are going?”

“You are going to see?”

“Okay? When you are going for the military won’t you immediately start as an officer?”

“Had a change of heart regarding it.”

Kim Young-Woo laughed at Lee Jong-suk’s words.

“Not a change of heart try changing your mind. It is going to be very tough to enter college from now.”

Lee Jong-suk nodded his head at the words of Kim Young-Woo.

‘I thought about it.’

And he had the confidence too.

After poetry class Lee Jong-suk looked at a book and smiled.

‘Easy’

Because of the practice yesterday the math class was pretty easy. Even though he wasn’t listening to the teacher, he was able to solve the problems written by the teacher.

‘It would be nice if the term comes very quickly.’

Lee Jong-suk never thought that he would want to write an exam this eagerly, and smiled, Kim Young-Woo took a breath and put out the drawing tools on his desk.

“Don’t things like drawing and stuff usually stop by the end of elementary school?”

“When I’m not studying can’t I do what I like?”

“It isn’t fun to paint using the hands. And we are supposed to wash hands.”

“Dirty man.”

As these two boys were laughing and getting ready for the class the bell rang and the teacher entered the class.

The art teacher was a middle aged man over fifty.

“So! I guess everyone brought your supplies.”

“Yes!”

At the answer of the students the teacher spread out all the materials on the table and checked for everything that he needed.

After checking was done the teacher said.

“Draw any plant that you kids feel like drawing.”

At the words of the teacher the students said nothing more and began to paint a plant of their choice.

The teacher sat down after giving them a topic and making the kids draw what they wanted to and opened the news paper, looking at this action of the teacher Kim Young-Woo whispered.

“If it is going to be like this why is there a need for teacher?”

“There is a need for the guide. Let’s draw quickly and go have lunch.”

The third grade class for arts has been going on for two hours. And usually before ten minutes to the lunch the arts class is completed and the first thing they do is go into the students cafeteria.

“Let’s do that.”

Lee Jong-suk looked Kim Young-Woo who was holding the brush and painting on the paper.

‘What should I draw?’

After thinking over for a moment Lee Jong-suk took green color and black color paint.

Until the lunch time the teacher didn’t move a muscle and later folded the news paper.

And he took a note and began walking between the students. Without saying any words the teacher wrote down the students name in the paper note and was evaluating their work.

With nothing to do the class would get completed and the evaluation will be made into grades.

And the figure of the teacher who was writing down the names and evaluating their work suddenly stopped.

The eyes fell on a paper that had a picture of a bamboo tree on it.

‘Nicely drawn.’

By looking at this painting, the water was added a bit much but the additional strokes of the brush the nodal section of the bamboo tree came out very well.

And the writing on the side of the bamboo tree was….

[A shrew (XYZ) 孤

Of self respect (XYZ)]

‘The bamboo is the bachelor, the node is the mind of the bachelor.’

Admiration arose on the face of the teacher after seeing the Chinese characters.

The drawing of the bamboo tree was nice but…. It was nothing when compared to the Chinese characters.

‘Pro…. Prominent person’

The teacher whose mind went blank after seeing the texts looked at the student who was sitting on bench.

“Lee Jong-suk ?”

“Yes”

“Where…. Where did you learn this?”

“Just from the books”

“Books?”

Looked at the writing with shock in his eyes, the teacher looked at the brush in the students hand.

“You wrote this?”

“Yes”

At the reply of Lee Jong-suk the teacher looked at the texts again.

‘Drew the picture but to write like this using the brush using the brush….’

With admiration in eyes for the writing the teacher was appreciating it, after a moment he held the painting and said.

“Have your lunch and come to the art room.”

“Art room?”

“Be sure to come.”

Without saying anymore he started to score and evaluate the other students. After scoring and evaluating the drawings of all the students the teacher left the classroom without saying anything.

Seeing this all the students started to organize their art supplies.

“Yah! Why did the arts ask you to come?”

At the question that Kim Young-Woo asked while arranging his supplies made Lee Jong-suk’s bite his tongue.

“I won’t. However let us go have lunch.”

“And arranging?”

“Let’s comeback after having lunch and do it.”

Lee Jong-suk hurriedly put away half the stuff and went out, and Kim Young-Woo arranged all the things on his desk and followed him.

Lee Jong-suk was going to enjoy his lunch when Kim Young-Woo came in from the classroom and said

“In the arts room. I arranged and cleared out your desk.”

“Is that so”

“You…. wow!”

Lee Jong-suk looked at Kim Young-Woo who went silent after those words and took one step back.

“Please.”

And after shaking hands Lee Jong-suk walked towards the arts room.

‘Why did he ask me to come? By any chance is this going to be like what happened in Judo?’

The bamboo tree that he was a well painted one. The bachelors are basically supposed to be poets.

Because of the bachelors experience he was able to draw well. But in reality Lee Jong-suk didn’t have the slightest idea about art.

For Lee Jong-suk this task of doing arts was something that immediately made him hungry.

With thoughts of his own Lee Jong-suk arrived in front of the arts class and opened the door after knocking.

No one was inside.

“He told me to come but he did not come”

Muttering to himself Lee Jong-suk went and sat on a chair inside the arts classroom.

[T.N- The both ‘XYZ’ written are the Chinese text written on the painting. I can’t copy and paste it since Munpia doesn’t allow copy/paste.]