Chapter 133 – Next Operation (1)
“Congratulations on your discharge.”
The air outside was clear. Ichie and Yujeong were waiting for me at the entrance of the hospital together. I warmed up with a languid expression and waved at them. The health certificate issued by the hospital indicated “No abnormality”. Ichie abruptly held out a plastic bag as I came forward. I asked as I received the envelope.
“What is this?”
“Tofu.”
“Tofu?”
“She said that when Yu-jeong is discharged from the hospital, she will eat tofu.”
What? Wasn’t it something you ate when you got out of prison? Did she eat tofu when she was discharged? Even I was confused when Ichie said so confidently. Looking to the side of her, Yu-jeong sunbaenim was smiling with the corner of her mouth twitching. I also saw that expression and smiled. Ichie looked back at senior Yoojung and said,
“Did you lie?”
“I was going to make stew anyway, but there was no tofu. Now, it would be nice to go together and cook delicious kimchi stew. Have you tried Yang Ichie’s kimchi stew?”
“I have never eaten at home. The one I ate at the restaurant didn’t taste good, so I haven’t eaten since.”
“Originally, kimchi jjigae is made at home. Mr. Suhyun. I like pork in kimchi stew. Do you like tuna?”
I like both of them, but after eating the tasteless hospital food for three days, I wanted to eat pork belly kimchi stew with rich broth and spicy fat.
“It’s best to add pork belly.”
“Sir Suhyeon, you also know something. On the way, I stopped by a butcher shop for a while. Then.”
We bought a decent amount of pork belly at the butcher shop and walked to senior Yoo-jeong’s house. Coming home after a long time, I felt different. Senior Yoojeong said while placing the plastic bag in her hand in the kitchen.
“I am sitting down and resting. I will do the cooking. My mom sent me where I stayed today.”
“I’m already salivating.”
As expected, on days like this, I had to eat hearty food instead of eating anything special. Senior Yoojeong took out kimchi tubes and separately packaged beef bone broth from her refrigerator and raised the pot. Ichie stood next to Yu-jeong, then she took water from the refrigerator and poured it into a cup. A glass of senior Yoojung. A cup of me And a cup of Ichie.
Looking at the water glass in the kitchen, Senior Yoo-jeong smiled and said,
“Oh, Miss Ichie. Thank you.”
“I look forward to kimchi stew.”
“Miss Ichie bought me some delicious tofu, so I think it will go really well.”
We sat in the room blankly and glanced at the kitchen. Yujeong sunbaenim was humming and cutting her kimchi in moderation. The pork belly was already prepared for kimchi stew, so there was nothing to prepare.
Senior Yu-jeong was startled as we stared at herself through her room door.
“If you have nothing else to do, try using a v tube as a pad. I’m very embarrassed because I’m looking at you. The pad will be there next to the cushion.”
Ichie nodded her head, and she crawled over her like a cat and reached over her cushion. As she was lying on top of me, I rubbed her back lightly. Ichie sagged for a moment omnipresent all the way down her waist, then pulled on her pads with only her fingers wriggling. In the meantime, I reached out and lifted the desk. In the middle of the living room, I opened a desk and put a pad on it. When I entered the v tube site, the video that was playing came to mind.
[How to monopolize the attention of the opposite sex In step 2, you learned how to appeal to your family side, right? In the third stage…]
“Now, wait a minute!”
Senior Yoo-jeong, who was preparing to cook, rushed over and grabbed the pad. Ichie smiled and said to senior Yoojung.
“Yoojung unnie is cute.”
“Be quiet! This, that… ! It went to autoplay! See a movie soon!”
Senior Yoojeong said that and swiped her pad. She then went over to the library of movies she had purchased and opened her list. Ichie said.
“There are many movies.”
“I only watched movies because there was nothing to do at the hospital.”
I couldn’t watch TV. It was because if you turned on the TV now, only stories about the previous disaster would come out. Even those of us who were at the scene had no other way to forget than to gather in a corner room like this and have small talk that was far from reality. I asked Ichie.
“What did Ichi do? You must have been bored at the hospital.”
“I chose a drama and watched it. The cable gave me a straight run.”
It was like watching a very popular drama. I too was crazy about dramas in the past. Especially when I was in the military, I watched a lot of dramas.
“Drama. What drama did you watch? I also watched a lot of dramas in the past.”
“I’m watching [Descendants of the Golden Sun].”
“Ah, that’s the one where the main character is a soldier, right?”
“Yes.”
When she heard the title of the drama, she turned her head as if Yu-Jung was happy to see him.
“Oh, I saw that too. It used to be very hot. Famous lines from there are always on TV, and even when I was training as a pupil of the Black Dragon Room, the drama always came up.”
“Ah, it was. When the main character died, there was an uproar. Who killed you?”
“The boarding house lady was the culprit, right?”
“That’s right. That’s right. At that time, the twist was stunned.”
Ichie stared blankly at us, then hugged our legs and lowered his head. And muttered in a somber tone.
“…I haven’t seen it to the end yet.”
“Ah.”
“Ah.”
We made eye contact with ah, a sound, no matter who said it first. I hugged Ichie and said.
“Now, in a sense, then, should we [Descendants of the Golden Sun] Drive straight now? I suddenly couldn’t remember the content, so I wanted to see it again.”
Ichie shook his head and said.
“The main character dies. I don’t see it. I hate bad endings. I hate spoilers more.”
“Sorry. In a sense. Yes? Please forgive me.”
As I massaged her shoulders and wrapped my arms around her body to apologize again, her forehead relaxed and she let out a deep sigh. She raised her body and stood in front of me. I couldn’t help but look up at her in her sitting position. Ichie said with a frown on her face.
“That’s the sitting leg.”
“The sitting leg? Ah, a pair of legs?”
I guessed what she was talking about and gave her a pair of legs. She plopped down on top of me and stretched her body out. I leaned back a little to become a human chair, as she wanted. Ichie said.
“I’m going to eat this.”
Senior Yu-jeong glanced at Ichie and said.
“But wouldn’t that make Suhyun uncomfortable?”
“If you don’t do this, the wound won’t heal. It hurts a lot to be spoiled.”
Senior Yoo-jeong also smiled awkwardly as if she had nothing to say and turned her body around again. The sound of her chopping the green onions also seemed a bit harsh. Her hair smelled good in her ichi. A thin, pretty neckline was visible through her hair. I moved my gaze back to the pad screen as I brushed her neck.
She seemed more interested in searching than in movies. I asked Ichie while stroking her hair.
“It makes sense. What are you looking for?”
“News.”
At the word news, senior Yoo-jung’s head also turned. I too stiffened up. I searched the news and the only thing that came out was the last diamond club terror incident. Senior Yoo Jung said.
“I haven’t heard from the Black Dragon Room yet. There won’t be much to say even with the police announcement, right?”
“Not like that, look for news related to the gate.”
“News about the gate?”
I made a puzzled expression at Ichie’s words. Why are you suddenly looking for gate-related news here? Ichie wrote “Gate New Technology” In his poor Korean on the V-Tube search bar. She said to Ichie.
“I thought about it, terrorists. This time, you said that the Diamond Club keeps experimenting with strange techniques. If the forced escape device I used last time came out of the lab, it might have something to do with the experiment and the new technologies announced by the lab.”
“If we find relevant experiments, will we be able to predict where and how the next terror attack will take place?”
Yu-jeong senior came to us before we knew it and she asked. Her head nodded in her wit, then she turned her head slightly toward the kitchen. Her pot was already on the fire. Yujeong sunbae took off her apron and said.
“Now we just need to boil it. However, I think that story has some potential. Wait a minute.”
Senior Yujeong sat next to me and put her weight on her. I gently laid her body on her side and silently watched Yoo-jung’s actions. Ichie said in frustration as her body swept to one side.
“Young sister. It was too attached.”
“This is how you can concentrate.”
Yu-jeong said that, and then she grabbed my arm like a safety handle on her bus and started searching with one hand. The deficit screen was converted to the link of the site name, and then it was converted to the screen of the national research institute. Senior Yoo Jung said.
“Wait a minute.”
Then she took her cell phone out of her pocket and called Seong Ha-yeon Hunter.
“Sister. Yes. Don’t you have an ID for reading national research papers yet? Ah yes. There’s something to look for, but we’re all unqualified. Yes. Oh, please send it to your chat.”
“Ah, that one… Do you have access to the national research institute?”
“Yes. Hayeon unni She is an athlete, so when she was testing low-end equipment at the research center, she was often called as a tester. At that time, she was given a national laboratory ID to check equipment performance and other basic things.”
It was an unexpected specification. After a while, the ID and password came flying through Talk.
