Regression Reset Life of Police

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Suho's neighborhood has since arrived with Soyoung.

It is a shabby neighborhood called Daldongne.

You can see stairs that go up high, and houses that are not in good condition are attached to each other as if they were built in the past.

" Jong-hyuk아! …Why are you here?!"

What?

So-young's small fist got stuck in Su-ho's small stomach.

"Chestnut. Say it again. You're glad you're here, aren't you?"

"Yes……."

"I'm messing with you."

So-young, who shook her hand, smiled as if she was satisfied, and Su-ho gritted his teeth.

"Ee, you witch."

His personality and habit are getting worse and worse and worse.

It was like a real witch now.

Suho vowed to ask Jong-hyuk to teach him how to exercise after winning a gold medal in Bangkok.

'You're going to get mad, guys.’

Jong-hyuk, who looked at the two with interest, wondered why Su-ho hesitated.

"But what do we do? I can't play at home because I have my dad now.…."

"What? Hey, you should've said that sooner!"

To a teenager, a father was like this.

Always a scary and uncomfortable person.

"I forgot, too...…."

Jong-hyuk opened his mouth to restless Suho.

"That's great. I'll take this opportunity to say hello."

"Huh?"

"I had something to tell you."

"Things to say to my dad?"

Jong-hyuk brought up jjimjilbang, and Suho's face brightened up.

"Really? Are we going to the sauna?"

I've heard it started last year, but I've never been to a sauna before. It is said to be a different place from the local bathhouse.

"So-young's parents and aunt are going together."

"Ahem. Oh, you don't want to come without noticing, do you?"

"Hey, I'm coming, too! Come with me!"

They turned sideways at the entrance, not in the neighborhood.

Suho's house was better than Jong-hyuk's semi-basement room, but it was a two-story house in a small house with less sunlight.

"Mom! Dad!"

"Are you here? Your friends?"

Suho's mother, who was excited about her first friends after elementary school, looked wide at Jong-hyuk and pretty So-young.

"Good morning, ma'am. This is Choi Jong-hyuk."

"Hello, I'm Kim So-young."

"Yeah. Welcome. It's cold, isn't it? Come on in."

The air in the house was cold even though the cold snap hit last night. Jong-hyuk didn't show his face, but his mother hurriedly opened her mouth if she was stabbed.

"It's cold, isn't it? I just turned on the boiler, so it's going to get warm soon."

"Who's here?"

A small man in his late 40s, wearing a jacket in Merriyas, opened the door of the squeaky bedroom. He also expected Suho to bring a friend.

Jong-hyuk and So-young greeted each other again.

"Huh? Huh? Huh? Choi, Choi Jong-hyuk?

The eyes of the big dragonfly glasses grew round.

"I told you! Jong-hyuk is my friend! Come on! Come on!

"…Well, who told you? Oh, thank you for the game. People who are bigger than themselves are very quick! Whoa! Whoa! Park Chan-oh, you're as good as Park Se-ri! I compliment you very much! Please give me a gold medal in Bangkok, too!"

"Ha ha. Thank you. Make yourself at home, Father!"

"Oh, can I? Come on in. What are you doing, they're here and you don't have any fruit!"

"Okay!"

Jong-hyuk and So-young sat in the living room, where So-young kneeled down because of Su-ho's smiling father.

Suho's mother soon served food.

"I'm sorry. I should have gone to the market yesterday, but I forgot. Drink this today, and one or two Delmont glass bottles at home during this time.

Wow, I've never seen a real juice in there other than barley tea.’

"With his memory! These are the friends that Suho worked hard to bring!"

But his outcry didn't last.

It was because of the gaze of his wife staring silently.

"Empty. Drink, drink."

"Yes, thank you for the food!"

"Oh, that's right, Dad! Mom, let's go to the sauna! Jong-hyuk and So-young are both going with their families!"

"…Really? Oh, my. Then drink and play."

"Ho-ho. Go play. I'll go out and get you some food."

"Oh, no! That's enough...…."

Suho's mother, who patted So-young's shoulder, who was surprised to see how much trouble she was going through, went outside with her wallet in a dark face, and Su-ho was already excited to go to the sauna.

In the meantime, Jong-hyuk washed his bitter mouth with the water he brought with him.

"Aren't you going to show me around the house?"

"Oh, yeah!"

There was not much to see as the house was small.

If there were any, it was only a game boy and celebrity bromide that was under the TV in the living room.

Coming outside shortly afterwards, they bought steamed hoppang from a nearby supermarket and sat on the table.

"Heart, heart, heart!

So-young and Su-ho struggled as the finely ground red beans clung to the roof of their mouths. Jong-hyuk, who was smiling pleased at the cute look, pulled an envelope out of his arms.

"This is a gift."

"Huh? What's this?"

Suho, who took out the contents, tilted his head to his side.

"Kerosene……Exchange tickets? One or two…"…a thousand liters? a department store gift certificate?"

"You know I'm being sponsored, right? To be exact, Soyoung's aunt's company sponsored it."

Suho and Soyoung nodded.

"It's Christmas soon, so I got a present, and he gave it to me saying he had nowhere to use it."

No, Jong-hyuk bought it separately.

Oil companies quickly presented these gift certificates as ordinary people closed their wallets and showed signs of returning to briquettes.

I just asked what kind of boiler I use.

"That's why you asked me what kind of boiler I use. I don't need this.…."

It's not that I don't need it, but what I need the most in Suho's house is heating. In fact, there were many people who died because they didn't have the money to buy a briquettes at this time.

I bought the department store gift certificate because you have to dress warmly this winter.

Even if they don't wear it, how heartbreaking would it be if they couldn't buy Suho a winter suit and a pair of shoes?

"Look at the date. It's until March next year. I brought it for you because I can't use it all the time in my house."

"Oh, yeah! Thank you! As expected, Jong-hyuk is the best!"

Then So-young got angry at Su-ho's sneaking gaze.

"I got a kerosene and a department store gift certificate, too! Oh, my God!

"Tsk!"

"Yeah, so make sure you bring your parents."

"Now I can go to the sauna with you." I was pleased to think of Suho's parents, who were smiling in the midst of a hard time.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you get it!"

"Yeah, that's the way it should be.Who are you guys?"

"Scream!"

Suho and Soyoung finally found them and ran away to the top of the table. But before they knew it, the three people who appeared in front of them were looking at each other without running away.

Their eyes were on the hoppang in the hands of Jong-hyuk, Suho and Soyoung.

"Hey, students. Is it good?"

What's this foreign beggar? Hmm? It's a guy who looks like a foreigner.

And he's uselessly handsome and handsome.

I'm sure I've seen these faces somewhere.… what?'

Jong-hyuk opened his eyes wide.

It came to mind.

It was a group of singers who would never have known each other if they had spent their teens and 20s.

"But... what's wrong with the kids?"

A greasy hair and smelly body that hasn't been washed for a week.

The most characteristic feature of nutritional deficiency is the mouth fat.

This is why I misunderstood you as a beggar.

Flinch!?

The three men's shoulders drooped.

Jong-hyuk was a jerk.

"Oh? They're unemployed."

Jong-hyuk and So-young urgently saw Su-ho.

"Do you know them?"

"They're unemployed in the neighborhood. Were you an aspiring singer? Right? Where have you been? What's wrong with you?"

"Hello, bro. The faucet doesn't have water. It's broken. I haven't washed in two weeks."

"Eh? What about you? What about the sister who feeds the older members?"

Who's your sister?’

"Sunah, it hurts. Hoyoung is sick, too. Cough cough. I spit blood yesterday."

Jong-hyuk's butt was up and down.

Tuberculosis?

"But is it delicious? Is it warm?"

My stomach rumbling?

Seeing the three Jang-jung hungry, I couldn't be so pathetic and pathetic.

Didn't these people belong to the best of them all?’

A gorilla who had a philosophy that no matter how talented he was, he wouldn't pick him if he didn't become a personality. The person who caused the sensation by openly saying that he would be the best other person now. He runs an agency that does not cause drugs or sex crimes, even though there are problems between men and women.

I really liked that singer. Do you leave people like this?

This was a misunderstanding of Jong-hyuk.

"If you were an aspiring singer, you'd have an agency, where are they?"

"……."

Jong-hyuk noticed.

'Oh, that's when it was abandoned.

I remember hearing it one day.

There was a time when I forgot about it from my agency for two years before my debut.

I thought everyone in the agency went back.

I remember it because it was such a great group.

'Oh, you stupid people.’

But I understand. This is all they can do, so they cling to a faint ray of hope.

Even more because I'm only in my 20s. Because I have a narrow view of the world.

I've seen him a lot as a detective.

A man who would later be called brother Juni would still be old, but he was an American at this time.

Looking at him, he doesn't even seem to have the money to return to the plane.

I don't know if I'm making money from my day job or part-time job, but your market is frozen, too.

They can't do this or that because they're afraid that they'll get caught trying to open their hands to their parents, and that their agency might send people.

The agency must be having a hard time because of the IMF.

Whoo. They're victims of the IMF.

Jong-hyuk saw a black bag in their hands.

"What's that?"

"Oh, the owner's lady is good for Cough Coughing. I pulled it out of the mountain!"

'Somehow I thought I had a lot of dirt on my hands!' All three were covered in dirt.

"I don't have money to go to the hospital, but do I have money to buy medicine?"’

"Whoa, ma'am! Give me all the hoppang here."

Jong-hyuk, who bought all the hoppang in the hoppang machine, saw them.

"Let's go to your house."

"Huh? Why? Do you know us?"

"You're not supposed to save people."

"Sa, save me? Who's going to die?"

"I heard you threw up blood. You'll die if you leave it unattended."

"Sun-ah, Hoyoung is dying?!"

White Junhyung took Jong-hyuk's hand.

"Save me!"

* * *

Fortunately it wasn't tuberculosis.

His throat and lungs were injured due to frequent coughs, so he spat out blood.

If it had been neglected a little longer, it would have developed into tuberculosis.

When they heard that their throats were damaged, Sun-ah and Hoyoung were as desperate as if they had lost the world.

"It's okay. Sunah, Hoyoung can't sing. Even if your throat is sore, okay."

"Hey! Cough Cough Cough!"

"Brother!"

Standing in the hallway, Jong-hyuk smirked as he heard conversations flowing out of the hospital room. I wasn't worried to know their future.

"Kim Sun-ah was your sister."

And I learned that Jun-hyung is thoughtful.

Though he seemed to speak without thinking, there was warm consideration in it. No, all six of them were good people.

'Now, shall I move on?’

December. It's Christmas soon.

But I was going to be Santa instead of Santa.

Jong-hyuk pushed worried So-young and Su-ho's back.

"Let's go. Let's go to the sauna."

'See you after the Asian Games.' A smile spread around Jong-hyuk's mouth.

After such a long time, Jun-hyung and the three, who rushed out, gathered again after searching the entire hospital as well as the floor with the hospital room.

"…He's gone. I couldn't even say thank you."

"Who could it be, bro? You didn't even hear my name."

A grateful person who paid a large hospital bill for the first time in my life.

When such a person disappeared without a sound, they felt heavy.

Chasing the afterimage, they soon sighed and headed home.

To that horrible house where it's cold enough to sleep outside.

"But I'm jealous of Sun-ah and Hoyoung."

A desolate alley like a cold winter. Jun-hyung and the two eyes are on a boy.

"The hospital serves rice."

The three went blank for a moment.

"…Mr. Yai!"

Baaaaaaah!

A man hit the back of the 19-year-old boy's head.

"I heard you were about to die. How can you say that? If you want to eat so badly, go back to your hometown!"

Flinch!?

Go back. It's a taboo between them.

Tears filled the boy's eyes.

"I know! I don't want to say this!"

"enough! Stop it. Anyone can make a mistake. Right, Denny?"

"I'm sorry, bro. I shouldn't have said that.…."

The young man who hit Denny on the back of his head looked up at the sky with his bloody eyes closed, and Jun-hyung patted Denny on the head.

"I got hoppang earlier, so let's eat that. If you save it, you can eat it for three days."

"Gasp! Gasp!"

Jun-hyung, who scratched Denny's head, walked bravely.

But that mind was not.

Should I really stop now?’

A life that has collapsed enough to be sympathized with by someone.

I'm too tired to continue my dream.

'Unless a miracle happens.….’

Junhyung wasn't the only one who thought so. I just can't bring it up because I'm afraid it'll really happen if I put it out of my mouth.

"Come on! Let's go and eat before it gets any colder!"

"……Yes!"

When they arrived at the semi-underground accommodation, they froze at the momentarily.

"Oh, my God, the water is gone, too. I need to replace it."

"Get out of the way! Rice is coming in!"

Crowded, noisy.

Rice bags are placed in the corner of the living room, and side dishes are placed in the refrigerator where electricity is cut off. There are people in the back door where the boiler is, and there are people doing something in the bathroom.

"Who, who are you?""

"Oh, they're young men, aren't they? A young man came and asked me to deliver it here. By the way... I guess you even called the water supply and boiler driver."

'Youth?' The four looked at each other.

There was a figure in my head.

The owner of a local mart gave them a note.

"This is what the young man left to give to the young man."

Jun-hyung quickly took it and held it out to Gye-sang.

He was the smartest of the four now.

Gye-sang opened the note with trembling hands and read it.

"Ee, early, Merry Christmas."

Ping?

Tears welled up at the introduction.

"I hope you don't mind too much because the person passing by is just being nosy. And if you didn't get paid for your part-time job, you'd collect the recording evidence of your work and file a complaint with the prosecution.…."

Since then, difficult words have continued, but Jun-hyung realized.

A miracle has happened!’

"Hahaha!"

The leader's cry, who said it's okay no matter what, everything will be fine.

The three faces are distorted.

"Hey!"

They hugged each other and burst into tears.

The accommodation, which was filled with cold cold air, heated up.

* * *

The head of the association's office of the Judo Association is full of hazy cigarette smoke.

People gathered at the urgent call of the president of the association wondered how serious he looked.

"What's wrong, Mr. Chairman? You don't look well."

"I just came and went from the National Intelligence Service, the National Intelligence Service."

"What?"

"Mu, what brings you here?"

The Ministry of Science and Technology is a grim reaper not only for people like them but also for everyone. The president of the association asked for a new cigarette.

"Pooh. Follow the medal. More than ten. More than five gold medals."

The association's executives were astonished when they were told to win a medal.

"What! Gold medal isn't the name of someone else!"

"Or we'll decorate your last year of office with us."

……Gulp!

The president of the association pressed his throbbing temple.

"Since that's the case, let's throw up everything we received, and let's pick the Taegeuk mark only with our skills." In order to do that, I would have to hire a coach or coach with my skills...…."

The face of the elderly, who decided to become a coach this time, was wrinkled.

"Let's do it at the next Asian Games."

"……Yes, sir."

"Well, thank you for your understanding. I won't forget the decision made by Director Lim. Then who should I choose as the new director?…."

"Isn't he the only best coach in Korea right now?"

At someone's words, the association president and executives hit their foreheads.

"Oh, him."

A director who has produced talented people who swept away the national sports festival and the presidential flag.

You said you've introduced a new training method.’

And I made the result. A huge result.

"Okay, so you're deciding to do it with him?"

"Why don't you pick the coach, too? If it goes wrong...…."

I didn't say everything, but the president of the association laughed.

"So there's no objection?"

The executives nodded, and that's how the national judo coach was chosen.

* * *

The hillway to the athletes' village.

Jong-hyuk, who fixed a large sports bag and held it, grinned as he recalled the phone call he had just received.

"What did you think about asking Suho for his number?"

They've called in thanks.

Suho just taught me. I'm sorry.

"There's nothing to be sorry about."

They didn't just support out of pity.

I just picked it up quickly because the treasure was thrown away by the side of the road.

"What if they invest in half-air, half-sound?"

If the investment is successful, it will be hydrated here as well.

Line that will help the entertainment industry.

"It's better to target people around you than to go and invest without a plan."

Then, he said, "It's easy to cheat because my vigilance is eased."

It's a trick of crooks, but it's also a method that Jong-hyuk often uses to target witnesses who hold their mouths tight-lipped.

"By the way, who will be the director? Hmm?"

Jong-hyuk grinned at the reporters gathered at the entrance to the athletes' village.

"Be diligent, too.’

"Huh?! Choi Jong-hyuk! Choi Jong-hyuk 선수!"

Jong-hyuk, who was barely released after suffering from reporters, hardened his face as he approached the real entrance to the athletes' village.

Whether it ends as a standing army or a Taegeuk mark depends on the tendency of the coach.

Since coming all the way here, Jong-hyuk wanted to wear the Taegeuk mark.

"Please…."

"Come on, you bastard!""

With his head up, Jong-hyuk tilted his head to his side.

The person I met until yesterday. a teacher

"…Director?"

'Why is he here?' Jong-hyuk stared blankly at the smiling director Shin Sung-il.

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