12 Chapter 12 - Start of Race III

Rattle!

There weren't many people in the train.

It was going to 10am after rush hour.

Dong sat in a chair and thought.

Newly added clue that muscle training can improve the strength of giants.

Now it simply means not to fly in a day.

Until the monsters invaded the earth to recover as much as possible the ability of the 9-star Smon was more important than anything else in the East.

He had aerodynamics, and immortality and giant power.

There was no man in this world except this power.

Dong-ha is more special than anyone.

However, it was stronger than humans, but it was a problem to think about when compared to monsters.

Having a certain level of internal air did not mean sticking right now.

The achievements were so low that Dong had never learned any savvy herbivore.

And Dong Ha didn't even know how to use Nagong.

In the martial arts novel there is a term called footsteps. This is to throw out the pores accumulated in Danjeon out of the body, if you do not know how to cultivate aerodynamics, no matter how aerodynamics accumulated.

"Well, no matter how unkind it is. At least teach me how to do it! You can't just stretch out your arms. "

Dong-ha looked at his palm and stretched forward without thinking.

But that was the moment. Hot energy rose from Danjeon and I felt as if something was slipping through my arms.

Desperate love juice!

A breeze flew.

Then she struck a woman standing at the door to get out of the station.

"Yummy!"

She was a nice schoolgirl wearing a short skirt.

Her short skirt fluttered up.

She hurriedly grabbed the skirt with both arms and lowered it down. It would have been quite a surprise that the skirt rose up out of nowhere in a train that the wind could never blow.

But more surprised than her was the same.

He didn't know that he could start just by stretching his arms forward.

Dongha quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Even if you meet a woman gaze could be difficult.

'It's a mint color.'

Cute cat was also drawn.

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The campus neared the festival was in full swing.

In particular, the festival was raising expectations by recruiting idol groups and singers who are most popular in the student council.

On one side, he also made a tent for a tavern.

Dong went past them and headed to a fruitful ward.

I had to solve some homework related to the festival.

One had to use fertilizer at will to solve the problem later, and the second to correct the problem of the suicide.

In fact, these two problems had the same starting point.

Therefore, if only one of them is corrected, the rest could not be solved by itself.

He called the commissioners.

In any school, second graders are the main driver of the festival.

The first graders are almost always waiting and doing stuffing. The third and fourth graders come and sell food. Thankful seniors even brought friends to buy a big deal. Sometimes graduates come to the store to help increase sales.

In any case, most of the preparatory members here refer to first graders. And in it included the goodness.

"What happened to the tent?"

"I made all the stages yesterday, and I'm going to make a tent from today."

"You have a lot of trouble. But what about this? I don't think we need a stage. "

"Yes? What is that… … . "

"I'm going to do something other than the nightclub concept."

"Yes?"

I was absurd because I couldn't make any sense.

Up until now, the faces of the juniors who made the stage hard were distorted.

The motives also went out.

"Hey, Choi Dong-ha! What do you mean by that? "

"Well, that's it. But don't worry because this concept is better. "

"Is this not a concern now?"

"It's a matter of least example."

"The festival starts from Monday. Change it beforehand. Do you think it's going to be a sudden change of concept in a yard that's hard to prepare well from now on? "

I was glad that I did not speak badly.

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The Korean literature department had never had fun during the festival during the past seven years. It was literally a series of black history.

I had a tavern and had a place to experience a limited time.

It wasn't even enough, so I took all the games that were popular at the time and tried them, but even failed. The tavern was hit by the Food and Nutrition Department every time, and suffered from criticism that the event that experienced Hansi was boring and uninteresting.

In other departments, there was a separate term for Korean literature.

Festive Breaker.

Festive Outsider.

Festive minus hand.

There were many nicknames.

It was said that if you were to learn what you are doing in Korean literature in advance, you will succeed if you avoid it.

Now even Korean literature and seniors had given up.

At the same time, this year, despite the strong backlash of women, the nightclub concept was forcibly pushed because they thought they would escape the humiliation of the history of the past seven years.

"This time, the seniors who graduated are also coming."

"Are you because of what Jung Eun-young said about you a few days ago?"

It happened before Dong-ha returned.

Eun Young was busy in preparation for employment as a fourth grader.

Even though I was angry at Dongha's attitude to take off women's clothes with the concept of a nightclub, I threw myself away.

'Have you ever done that?'

Dong-ha was too old to remember properly.

'Ah!'

As a result, Jung Eun-young seemed to remember who he was.

He was two years older than Dong-ha, and he was one of the best queens in Korean literature and elegant beauty.

"It's not like there's a clearer card than a nightclub concept."

"A sure card?"

"what is that?"

Their motives and juniors usually did not believe that much because of the bluff of the East.

However, Dong-ha did not respond to their reactions and began to prepare their own food. Before I came to school, I had all the ingredients. Moreover, the food he sold during the festival was very short and simple.

When Kimchi ate noodles for the first time, his eyes were wide open.

The taste of cold noodles in noodles was amazing and I wanted to eat it again.

However, when I ate Tortilla pizza, I thought it was a big hit. It was easy and simple to make than I thought. Dong Ha also made spaghetti. Tomato spaghetti doesn't have the same sauce as you make tortilla pizza anyway, so you only need to boil the noodles separately.

And what really surprised me was the creamy spaghetti.

Men hate it because they feel it, but women wear it.

Aka Carbonara was.

I thought this was a gourmet food that I had to go to a family restaurant.

However, Dong-ha poured fresh cream into milk to make a cream sauce. Noodles are like tomato spaghetti, so there was nothing wrong.

"How are you all?"

"Um."

Error was silent.

Shock also did not have this shock.

Did Choi eat so well?

Dong-dong, they knew, could not boil a ramen.

But now Dong Hae's food was a simple meal that no one has ever heard of. Besides, the taste was good. This kind of food and quality were more likely to succeed than the nightclub concept.

"Taste is acceptable!"

"But this is all food. What about all the drinks and dry snacks you've already bought? "

"Hhoo! I thought about that too. It sells food in limited editions during the day and drinks in the evenings. "

"The snack is a little weak for us."

It was not weak.

Only the nightclub concept is believed and only alcohol and dry snacks are prepared.

Dong-ha laughed as if not to worry about it.

"There are some snacks, but I'll show you one as the easiest and fastest way to make them."

He boiled a bibim noodle.

And chopped some vegetables and put the ribs prepared and mixed together.

In a moment, the ribs were finished.

The game was over with it.

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There was darkness on the campus.

The noisy campus was gradually quieter.

Occasionally I heard the sound of drinking and shouting, but it also disappeared.

All of them went home, and only Dongha remained in the fruit to study cold noodles broth.

To have a consistent taste, a certain recipe was needed.

From now on, I was going to earn money to make bunkers. There was no reason to hesitate to solve the festival problems derived from the previous life.

Maybe this is the beginning.

Dong Ha thought Kimchi-mal would sell noodles for food at his aunt's restaurant. To be sure of success, you needed accurate recipes.

Other than that, of course, I thought about some foods.

However, these alone were difficult.

Didn't you need astronomical money to make a bunker?

Even if their food hits the jackpot, it was impossible to make astronomical money within five years.