13. Yes, I didn’t know.
Weeing.
The breeze from the air conditioner above your head cools the temperature. Thanks to this, I was able to look out the window without breaking a sweat.
I could see the sun shining down hotly and people and cars walking on the road.
happy.
Because I feel cool, I just enjoy the sunny weather.
I was even happier when I saw the dog sticking out its tongue as if it was going to get hot and the owner coming out in a sweat to take the dog for a walk.
Because I’m cool.
It’s nice to have sunny weather for once.
Buuuung.
My body shook with the vibration of the large bus moving.
I wasn’t sleepy. I slept very well yesterday.
The bus was not full and left barely half full.
The leader is the first face you see.
He has a moderately handsome face, with narrow, slitted eyes.
I don’t feel like he’s immortal, but I think he’s mixed race like me.
Occasionally, such people were seen.
Anyone who looked at a pureblood could tell that it was something that would really slap a celebrity.
If I had just passed by and seen it, I would have thought, ‘Ah, the cub is handsome, it looks like a bullfrog, it shouldn’t come out of the house to protect the ecosystem.’
After putting it all together like this, I understand.
Who is pure blood and who is mixed blood?
“Mixed race?”
“you?”
“My father’s side.”
“shall we go together?”
“OK.”
I saw some people who I had already become friends with and exchanged a few words with.
They quickly sat down next to each other.
Looking at it, I remembered what my father said last night.
I was sitting on the bench in the apartment playground, avoiding my mother’s eyes.
“It’s good to make a lot of friends. Don’t draw a line based on first impressions and distance yourself from others. In life, there are times when a person you thought was not good turns out to be quite good, and there are many cases where the opposite is true.”
“Yes I will.”
Tuk.
My father raised his hand, placed it on my head, and continued.
“You’ve grown a lot, son.”
“Yes. I’m bigger now.”
I am a little taller than my father.
“Stop acting like a big adult. Are you sleeping well?”
As I watched my father ask questions carefully, I felt his concern for me.
“yes I’m okay.”
“You’re holding it in well. Dad wasn’t able to do that when he was young.”
“How was it?”
“Insomnia was the problem. Everything else was fine, but when I was sleeping, I could hear all the noises coming from next door. It was terrible.”
“ah.”
I know it without having to say it. When the senses are opened, the sensitivity is quite unbearable.
“You can’t keep sleeping, right?”
I was curious about the solution.
The shapeshifters overcome their instincts through self-denial.
So how do we overcome immortal sensitivity? I’m really curious.
My father said indifferently.
“I wore earplugs and an eye patch, and I didn’t touch anything other than a microfiber blanket. When that didn’t work, I bought a four-story building, built a room in the middle, and put up a soundproof wall.”
… … In some ways, it is efficient.
It is said that immortal sensitivity usually manifests itself as sleeplessness.
It is said that the second way to kill immortality is through sleeplessness.
So, once you get a good night’s sleep, you have the strength to endure.
From my father’s mouth, a series of methods came out that poor immortals couldn’t even try.
I’m glad I didn’t do that.
Tuning in and shutting down my senses was as natural as breathing.
Incidentally, it is thanks to the body of the shapeshifter.
The body of transformation allows even detailed muscle control. Things like perking your ears or tensing only part of your back muscles.
Controlling the senses was similar.
Originally, it was said that it was a skill that could be learned by training by being immersed in a mountain for three years after awakening, or by blending into society like his father and enduring sleeplessness.
I realized that the day I woke up.
This is something I learned while talking with my father.
Actually, I wonder if I am a genius.
“Everyone will be sensitive, so it would be good to find a way to ignore it.”
As I watched my father talk, I got the feeling that he knew the company I was going to and what I was going to do.
What is the advantage of having a civil servant father?
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“Please give me the strategy book.”
Any game is easy if you know it.
Is it any different from office life?
I wanted to use my father’s cheat key.
“It’s no fun if you know everything.”
Cheatki rejected me.
“Father, you don’t know how fun it is to play the game when you know the strategy.”
I tried to persuade.
“No, it’s a hundred times more fun to do it without knowing.”
My father, who had different tastes than mine, refused to persuade me.
Later, I also asked my mother for help.
My mother smiled brightly when she saw me asking for the strategy book.
“Don’t try to eat it raw, you conscienceless son.”
I stopped when I scolded him in soft words.
They are miserable parents.
I pretended to be upset, went into my room, grumbled, and fell asleep at 9pm.
That was the day before the one-month orientation.
I unintentionally fell asleep and woke up at 7 a.m., warmed up by jumping rope 2,000 times, and then boarded the bus that picked me up at 9 o’clock.
That was a little while ago.
Now, exactly thirty minutes had passed since I got on the bus.
I looked at the guy sitting inside, starting from the aisle, one space away.
It’s a familiar face. She is the owner of an outstanding appearance that looks like an eagle alone if her immortal beauty is a sparrow, which I have seen in exam halls and interview halls.
“It’s the third time, right?”
The guy with frowning eyes looks at me. He silently expressed his doubts with his eyes.
“This is our third time seeing each other.”
The guy looked at me for a while, then tilted his head to a corner and said.
“I know?”
Uh, um. This bastard.
Hey, at this point, shouldn’t you be doing some research?
If I explain it in detail here, it doesn’t seem like much.
I explained it reflexively.
“Examination room, interview room, and now.”
“This is my first time seeing it.”
Oh, really? You’re a bastard who has no interest in those around you.
With those words, I close my eyes and rest my head on the bus cushion.
That’s it. The conversation is over and the relationship between you and me is over.
From today on, you don’t know me and I don’t know you. You bitch.
Dad said first impressions don’t decide everything, but that doesn’t seem to be the case with this kid.
After sharing our first words, I understand. Ssaksu is very sung. This is a very bright yellow forsythia baby.
Father, I don’t think this kid is the one.
I got into a funny situation, but I was an indomitable man.
I turned my eyes to the seat right behind me.
“Nice to meet you.”
I saw a woman with long hair tied back tightly.
Looking at his appearance, he appears to be of mixed blood, not pure blood.
It’s pretty, it’s pretty, but it’s not enough by 2%.
“You’re mixed race, right?”
The woman immediately asked.
“You’ll know it when you see it, right?”
I’m sure I’m not the only one who knows. Immortal awakening gives you excellent five senses, as well as a unique sixth sense and intuition.
Therefore, if you are curious, there is a high probability that it is the correct answer.
There are also clear standards for distinguishing between pure blood and mixed blood.
“I’m on my father’s side, and he tends to have dull senses. He grew up without any shortcomings, and we probably moved only based on conditions without even knowing where we were going, right?”
It’s not? I joined the company not with conditions, but with a grand dream for the company.
“You’re immature.”
Father, I met my second forsythia here.
And this is Sherlock Holmes Forsythia. Your reasoning skills are amazing! very.
“What are you?”
“Zero observation.”
I could tell without looking in the mirror. There must have been blood on his forehead.
You are now the best and you have offended One Punch Man. female.
Growling with its eyes, the braided forsythia spoke.
“Immortality is sensitive. The reason everyone sits inside instead of by the window is because the sunlight coming through the curtains is annoying. Even talking to you now must be painful.”
So what? whatever.
“And I’m also sensitive. The kids here who are casually eating snacks and chatting are all mixed race. So shut up and let’s go. You unobservant and dull bear.”
Can I hit you with one?
My father said. Not to leave her men or women and beat her weaklings.
“Look, you shouldn’t use your fists on someone as delicate as your mother.”
Although the example was very poor and did not fit the situation.
My mother also said. Don’t be easily swayed by emotions and use your fists.
It must be because of the instinct for transformation.
I wanted to become an unfilial child.
I wanted to throw away everything my parents said and punish this bastard Sherlock Holmes.
I think it would be enough to hit him and say, ‘This is heavenly punishment.’
“Shut up and let’s go, you unobservant and dull bear.”
When I saw you as a braided Sherlock Holmes forsythia, you saw me as a bear.
Okay, now that we’ve seen what each other thinks, shall we share fists?
With that thought in mind, I turned around and sat down.
Yes, it’s annoying, but it’s not entirely wrong.
Immortals are sensitive, and among the guys on this bus, there are at least seven purebloods.
Did you say that your father’s nickname when you were dating was Sensitive Boss?
That’s what my mother said.
I met him after I had already awakened and adapted.
These bastards are going to suffer even more now.
sleep? Of course I can’t sleep well.
“Hey, I’m going to be quiet and go.”
“okay.”
The two mixed race people who quickly became friends and started talking also fell silent.
Even talking like that would be annoying.
If you exaggerate a little, it will sound like you are shouting into someone’s ear, and that is not a good idea.
After that, it’s obvious.
The fun and happy company orientation bus became a funeral car.
I shut up and left without even eating a single cookie.
I’m glad I had a good breakfast.
If it wasn’t for that, I would have fallen.
Sensitive bastards.
People need to be a little rounder.
Although I understood, I was swearing inside, but a signal came from my anus.
Hello, Gwangik. I am a friend made of nitrogen, methane, carbon dioxide, and hydrogen. Can I go out into the outside world?
Ah, child. Why at this timing?
Was 2 liters of soy milk in the morning a bit excessive?
I conveyed my meaning to the fart.
If you are going to come out, quietly tell the friend sitting behind you your composition and body odor.
Shoo shoo shoo shoo.
This is the bus that the sensitive immortal rode on. No matter how much I silenced my voice, I would have heard it all.
I sent out the silent assassin and immediately blocked his sense of smell.
Immortality is not very sensitive when it comes to smell, but transformation is the opposite.
“Wook.”
The woman in the back seat was gagging. She is the reward for letting her guard down and accepting my friend with her keen sense of smell.
“Zero manners.”
And whispered.
It was a sweet word.
Besides that, everyone here and there hurriedly opened the windows with faces that looked like they were about to die.
In particular, the person sitting next to me looked at me with a look of disdain, an eye that said even a skunk would be worse than you, then sat down by the window, opened the window, and stuck his head out.
I guess the sunlight from the window was easier to endure than my farts.
Hahaha, my victory.
The bus ran for several hours and then stopped.
It’s been a while since I left Seoul.
I thought they had rented a condo somewhere for orientation.
Usually, if you look at orientation stories at large companies, they say that they play some kind of cooperative game.
The test was also written differently than expected.
I’m sure the orientation will go smoothly here too, right?
I want to meet the woman of my dreams and have a relationship.
It is said that half of the new CC (Company Couple) employees make eye contact during orientation.
I got off the bus with high expectations.
I saw several buses already arriving and standing neatly on one side.
Looking to one side, I saw a number over fifty dragging a suitcase.
The group of people who were on the bus with me also moved.
After getting off the bus, everyone seemed to have taken a breather, and the two mixed race people I had become close with came up to me and took turns talking.
“What did you eat for breakfast?”
“Are you constipated?”
“It’s a physiological phenomenon.”
In response to the two, a friend with dark skin and sharp teeth spoke.
“Twenty-one, Kim Yohan.”
Next to him is a friend who has broad shoulders and a small head, but is also short.
At best, I should be 165cm.
“Twenty-three, Banggwi-tae.”
Ah, I almost burst out laughing when I heard the name.
“You should have farted. Twenty-year-old Yoo Gwang-ik.”
“Are you crazy?”
Bang Gwi-tae answered that question and laughed.
I tried to hit the first button on two forsythia but failed, but I still ended up with two suitable friends.
Regardless of age, the three had a comfortable conversation.
“What’s the use of age here? If you go in anyway, you won’t need anything.”
Bang Guitae said.
“why?”
I was really curious. No, since it’s an ordinary company OTI, wouldn’t it be better for us to be brothers and sisters?
Or Gwi-tae or Gwang-ik, this is normal.
“Did you come without knowing anything?”
John said.
huh. I came here without knowing.
My father and mother don’t give me a strategy book or even hints.
They are people who enjoy doing anything with their bare bodies.
“This is the training camp.”
John said.
Only then did I see the scene.
Instead of the at least 4-star condominium I was expecting, I saw a dusty playground and a podium erected in front of it.
And behind it, there is a building that appears to have been renovated from an abandoned school.
No matter how I looked at it, it didn’t look like a clean and great place to stay.
fantasy,
