Regression Reset Life of Police

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It's just due to fuselage vision and age-related skills, but things got bigger while trying to hide the sudden change in style.

Jong-hyuk was bound to panic.

"……YAHOO. That`s right. Thank you, Sir. God bless you."

Jong-hyuk, who hung up, saw Shin Sung-il.

"Whoa, you'll get an e-mail soon, director."

Jong-hyuk wiped his sweat and laughed in vain.

I don't remember because it was too long ago.

Through this, Yahoo accessed the NFL Secretariat's phone number and checked the NFL Secretariat's e-mail.

And I made an e-mail according to that, asked if I could attach a file, and if I could send it to you.

In 1997, it was a time of great scarcity and hassle. Not only Korea, but the whole world.

"Huh? Uh……."

He was in a daze and smiled in vain.

It was the same for middle-aged people in their early 40s who came in because there was so little director.

Jong-hyuk's eyes sank.

Coach Park Sang-mook.

Medical Doctor, Technical Assistant Coach, General Manager of Judo Department, who provides treatment when members are injured.

an all-around judo housekeeper

But there was a saying that you were getting paid.’

Coach Shin Sung-il's direct scout, Jong-hyuk, is not familiar because he withdrew from the first tournament due to a broken ligament in his fingers and elbow.

However, in the future, I heard from a senior in judo that Coach Park Sang-mook received back money.

It was worth suspecting that this person had to have the consent to participate in the competition.

This period of exercise was all the same, and sports corruption was commonplace in the future.

"You're good at English, aren't you?""

Jong-hyuk grinned.

"It's the global era soon, so we have to do this basic thing."

No, I've really learned it hard not to lose to elite police officers, to discriminate against other detectives.

Not only English, but also Japanese, Chinese, Russian, Thai, and Vietnamese have learned languages based on the nationality of all foreign criminals and victims in Korea.

If there was even one incident, the language of the country was learned unconditionally. To bring in even one more case.

You don't speak Vietnamese. Turn the case over, I'll buy you a meal.' Like this.

"If you don't speak English now, you won't be able to get a job."

"Oh, should I send my daughter to an English academy?"

A social atmosphere in which large corporations go bankrupt.

Shin Sung-il, who thought about his wallet situation, looked sad. Coach Park Sang-mook's face is darkened.

"By the way, is it okay for you to give me materials such as training methods so easily?"

"Sure, the training is not top secret."

Training that is dangerous enough to be strictly confidential or unproven is not allowed from the beginning. This is because the players' ransom is huge.

I honestly didn't know you'd be so willing to give it to me.

He is an athlete from some school in Korea and he wants to refer to how to play sports, so the NFL Secretariat said that students from countries far away are enterprising and cute and decided to send him right away.

"As expected, America has a different heart. Isn't that right, Coach Park?"

"Yes, developed countries are different no matter what."

'I think so, too.' Developed countries had different minds.

"Oh, do you happen to know where a college or high school is famous for judo in the United States? Or Japan."

"Hey, you're gonna ask me that, too?"

"Can you speak Japanese?!"

"It's a global era. I'll have to get it done at once."

Otherwise, I can't stand it because I feel uncomfortable.

"Or ask the International Olympic Committee (International Olympic Committee (IOC)."

Coach Shin Sung-il and coach Park Sang-mook were shocked by the IOC.

"Uh…… I don't know about America, but Japan…"… Now, hold on a second. I'll be sure to find out."

"I'll find out, too!"

the training methods of developed countries

I can't help it if it doesn't work, but it's amazing if it does.

The two, who were heated up, raised their bodies with a new small cell phone that came out this year.

Then Shin Sung-il said, "Oh, my.

"I'll order you black bean noodles, so stay here and, uh, mail? I heard it's coming to the computa. Try that! Don't go anywhere!"

"Spicy seafood noodles, fried rice, and double noodles. Sweet and sour pork, too."

"Okay, dude! I'm afraid you're not a judo player. Tsk."

He called a Chinese restaurant today, as he was about to cry over his lightened pocket. I had to feed him even though I tried to make him work.

"Yes, it's a crown, right? I'm in the judo department, double jjajangmyeon and fifty dogs...…."

Jong-hyuk saw the director in surprise.

"Are you the only one with the mouth?"

"Oh."

Jong-hyuk ran outside to tell the news, raising his thumb, and the director, who finished the spell, looked teary and picked up his cell phone again.

"Yes, my dear. It's me……."

Whoops!

The cheers soothed his bitter stomach.

* * *

Perhaps, of course, Japan did not inform.

On the other hand, the United States was different. The U.S. has decided to teach not only the physical strength of the national team but also how to train their skills.

The IOC contacted the U.S. national judo coach and found out.

Surprisingly.

However, coach Shin Sung-il and coach Park Sang-mook nodded as if they knew it would happen.

"I thought Japanese shikis wouldn't let me know because they're insidious, and America is a blind alley. You barely won a bronze medal at last year's Olympics. When a Korean student who is the best judo student asked for training, he must have been something."

"Oh, these snobs are not good at compliments either. No, is that a pushover?"

"Oh."

Jong-hyuk, who had left judo early and had forgotten that it was none of his business, wondered and watched the director.

The coach and coach grinned.

"As you said earlier, you should do anything if you can speed up 0.1 second or even that moment. I'm the director, shouldn't I be researching? You wouldn't know if you didn't."

"Oh, yeah, that's why we're here."

Yeah, he was like this.’

"I respect you, director."

Whoops!

Jukdo - hyuk jong a hit on the head. The wound was healed, so it was outspoken.

"Don't flatter me, man. I don't have any money."

"Ugh."

Jong-hyuk, who rubbed his head, smiled and looked at the computer.

The mail had just arrived. There's a limit to the attached capacity, so we'll split it into tens.

Jong-hyuk started downloading them one by one, and Shin Sung-il watched it and tapped Coach Park Sang-mook and went outside.

The two who left the building bit a cigarette.

"Sangmook."

"Yes, brother."

"Should I get him to study?"

Park Sang-mook's eyes opened thinly.

' Choi Jong-hyuk.'

The student whom Shin Sung-il in front of him directly scouted and brought.

I didn't even care because I thought it was a long way from becoming a player, but I saw it again in a month and a half. I became a different person as if I had been completely transformed.

It seemed to be an obstacle to Yoon Seong-oh's future against Jong-hyuk, a sophomore he is pushing for.

"I don't know."

He kicked his tongue inside.

'If he hadn't just seen that.

English and Japanese were like Americans and Japanese.

But when I said let's just make him study, his skills were so neat today. Shin Sung-il would also be worried about it now.

"You're gonna watch us stay together for now, right? You're using techniques."

One of the big competitions in the first half of the year, the Blue Fan, ended not long ago.

Yoon Seong-oh is unfortunately sixth in the competition.

Now all the big competitions have been crowded since August.

"Right?"

Shin Sung-il's face brightened up.

"Yeah, you're better at judo than studying, right?"

Jong-hyuk, who even used technology, was an athlete who would play in national sports unconditionally. Perhaps he could have won the honor and become a standing army.

"Okay, let's watch the camp for now. Until then, Jong-hyuk should do medical checkups often."

"Yes, sir."

Shin Sung-il went inside throwing cigarettes, and the remaining Park Sang-mook chewed on the cigarette.

"Should we just want to get into an accident or get hurt? Or……."

His eyes were cool, but he soon shook his head.

"Tsk, it's hard to make money."

He soon went inside, throwing a cigarette.

According to Jong-hyuk, he was very curious about the training method of football players called Physical Monster.

* * *

Crunch! Crunch!

"Hey, that's useful, too."

Computers and printers that used to occupy only desk space.

I brought it because the school told me to use it, but the computer, which was nothing other than mine hunt and card games, was finally being used like a computer.

What's more surprising and shocking is that Jong-hyuk translated English, which makes you dizzy just by looking at it.

The fact that Jong-hyuk, who is only 17 years old, is so good at translating means that he can get a job or anything in the future only if he has this basic level of translation.

Having never heard that his daughter bought an English workbook, he smacked his lips.

I really need to send you to an English academy.….’

Jong-hyuk was something special, but he couldn't have known.

"I've translated only 10 pages, but I'll translate them all within a month."

"A lot of footage?"

"Page 612."

"What?"

Coach Shin Sung-il and coach Park Sang-mook were frightened.

This is almost like sending a paper.’

What's more surprising is that 200 of these are data on medical and sports medicine, including rehabilitation and first aid.

"What?! Rehabilitation? First aid? Are you serious?"

"Yes, if you look here, the taping...…."

"Oh! What, how do you read it?"

Park Sang-mook saw Jong-hyuk, and he scratched his cheek.

"It won't take more than a month to get it.…."

"What! You have to do this first! We have to do this first, director!"

Shin Sung-il nodded, too.

"Yeah, you can apply it to summer camp, but it's better to apply medical as soon as possible."

"Hmm…… that's true." It's an advanced technology built on massive investment, but this is from 1997.

There were many things to be desired for Jong-hyuk.

Shall we make a proper improvement?’

Jong-hyuk also studied sports medicine during his criminal career. Especially in rehabilitation.

When I chased the criminal, I would get all kinds of injuries, each time to get back to the scene as soon as possible.

"Yes, sir. But it will take some time."

It took some time to improve in line with induction.

Jong-hyuk quickly began translating medical materials, and the two looked at him pleased.

'He's a treasure, a treasure. It's a good thing I'm scouting!’

"Well, should I raise him as a coach? I think you're greedy about money too...….’

The two dreamed of daydreaming.

* * *

Late at 9 p.m., Jong-hyuk, who returned to the precious nest of the two squishy rings, blew his nose.

The smell of meat and spicy seafood was strong.

Toward the kitchen, he was astonished.

"Braised short ribs or steamed seafood? Mom, did you win the lottery?!"

"You won, you won the money."

"Money"?

"Yes, 10 million won."

Jong-hyuk's eyes are wide open.

"It's strong."

In those days, 10 million won is never a small amount of money. This seemed to be why people call money a lump sum.

"If Ye-sook's investment goes well, let's move in with the settlement money." Take a shower. It's done."

"Oh!"

Turning to his mother's planned appearance, Jong-hyuk paused.

"Investment?"

"Yes, the world is noisy. You have to buy dollars and gold...… No, you don't have to worry about it, so hurry up and wash up."

At the moment, Jong-hyuk's blood spiked upside down.

"Ha, Song, look at this pair of cubs. Did you smell the money?’

Jong-hyuk was originally trying to leave it untill 2001. I don't know if I'm losing weight, but I paid my money well until 2001.

So it didn't make any more sense.

A swindler never shows his teeth until he meets his target. Of course, I'm ready to stand out at any time, but there are no good men in the world like swindlers unless a knife comes under my chin.

"Oh, really?"

"Mom."

"Why again?"

"If you don't wash away the sour smell of sweat quickly, I'll crush your back," said Jong-hyuk, who was nervous but straightened his chest.

"Did you happen to tell your men about your father?"

"I did."

"What about my agreement?"

I shook my hand with a lazy face for a moment, but it worked.

You're trying to stand out! That's what my mom said about my father's relationship with Kim Jong-du!’

Under his chin came a knife named Kim Jong-du.

Just in case, Kim Jong-du stopped by his mom's stall. You're looking at a foster? The 3 billion-dollar edition that she made is going to be turned upside down.

The foster man is trying to stand out before that.

'Ha, how do I kill her?’

Jong-hyuk's eyes sank coolly.

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