Chapter - 274 Episode 274. Does it have a head? (4)



I couldn't stop laughing around Hyun Jong's



"Hahaha!"



He laughed while walking, held the doorknob, and even laughed while eating, so he often covered his mouth.



Hyun Sang couldn't help feeling like flying.



Since he is an anarchist, he should have been more solemn than a long-time writer, but it was hard to control the corners of his mouth that kept twisting.



He has been training for decades, but he can't do anything about his facial muscles.



The calmest of them all was Hyun Young.



"Keep your dignity. Do you have to be so happy in front of the kids?"



Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang stared at him, twisting their faces.



"I don't want to hear that from you, I don't know anyone else."



"What am I supposed to do?"



"Ugh."



Hyun Jang asked as soon as Hyun Jong made a groaning sound.



"Aren't you surprised?"



"What do you mean?"



"Isn't it amazing that the kids are doing such a great job?"



Hyun Young smirks at the words.



"There's a lot to be surprised about. What are you surprised about when Chung-Myung already said he'd break their heads?"



"……."



"Have you ever seen Chung-Myung say things without him? He often talks nonsense, but he doesn't say nonsense."



"That's true."



Hyun Young laughed significantly.



"If he breaks his head, he really breaks his head. But what's there to worry about?"



Hyun Jong blinked his eyes.



Hyun Young said in a calm voice.



"It's time for Jang to realize it, too."



"What do you mean?"



"Hwasan is strong."



Hyun Jong kept his mouth shut. The same was true of Hyun Sang, who was listening.



Hyun Young gives each of those two eyes and smiles lightly.



"It would be surprising if a child broke a beautiful tree, but it would not be surprising if he broke a small seedling."



"He, he is."



"At least those children's Hwasan are a strong clique. It's different from our time, Jang Moon-in. So there's no need to be surprised at each of those kids' performances. Of course."



Hyun Jong grabbed his thigh slightly.



Those calm words shake Hyun Jong's heart.



Strong.



Has Hwasan ever received such an assessment in a hundred years?



Until now, the word "strong" has been appropriate for other civil servants.



But the day has come when they say they are strong.



"Soon, the other clans will recognize him. Is there any way you can't admit it. If we ignore Hwasan, Jafa's children are going to be fools."



"I suppose so."



"So we just have to watch."



Hyun Jong nodded quietly.



"We'll have to be their manure."



Hyun Young, who looked at his benevolent expression, rolled up the corners of his mouth.



"Jang Moon-in. I have a question."



"Hm?"



"What was the long face of Haenam faction?"



"……."



"I think Jongnam was worth watching. Let's talk! I don't think I can sleep because I'm curious if I can't hear this."



"Oh, how can you be a master and rejoice in other people's misfortunes!"



Then Hyun Sang insinuates.



"I'm curious, too, Jang Moon-in."



"……."



"Come on, talk to me. What was the long face of Haenampa like?"



"It's him………."



It's rotten."Jongnam! What about Jongnam? Jong Nigok, he has a stomachache and can't even sleep!"



"He said words of blessing again."



"Really? Giggling. Thinking about what it must have been like to say words of blessing, I feel like my 10-year-old body is going down! Hehehehe!"



Looking at Hyun Young, who likes him like a child, Hyun Jong smiled unconsciously.



'What a mess.'



A master who smiles like a child in joy of others' misfortunes.



Where is Hwasan going?….



Where...



* * *



The next day.



His disciples, who arrived unarmed, opened their eyes wide.



This morning, there was no Hwasanian bibimu, so it was coming out a little slower.



It took more time for Chung-Myung to get him out of the room.



Anyway, it's almost noon and I'm arriving unarmed…….



"What is it says.



"What's wrong with the atmosphere?"



Hwasan's disciples look unarmed with blank eyes.



There's a lot of vigilance anyway, isn't that obvious?



No, it's not like that.



Of course, it was true that such boundaries were unfamiliar, but this was expected.



Hawsan's disciples are not fools, either. They did something yesterday, how could they not be wary of the eyes of the other gatekeepers?



The problem was not the look of vigilance that stuck with them, but the situation on the stage.



"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"



"Get out of my way! d*mn it!"



His pupils blinked as they watched the stage of the fierce rain of sword.



"Did you wash your meds?"



"Did you bring the Heukdo kids?"



The atmosphere of the competition is different from yesterday.



There was still a warm atmosphere yesterday.



Since Hwasan's disciples finished their choreography without the atmosphere, nonsense, and even before they could be seen properly, on other stage, the choreography was as good as those of their best disciples.



But today, in a word...….



"What a mess."



Jo-Gol's casual muttering was just right.



There's a lot of blood. The eyes of the attackers are full of venom, as the living herbivores, which were never seen yesterday, are after each other.



"What's wrong with them?"



Chung-Myung smirked at Baek Cheon's words.



"What's wrong with him? He doesn't want to go back after watching others play and gain fame.""



"Huh?"



"Do you remember any of yesterday's winners?"



Baek Cheon shook his head as he pondered.



"......I don't think so. But I had to keep an eye on my children's silliness.…."



"So other people watched the other non-stage?"



"…I don't think so."



Chung-Myung shrugs his shoulders.



"Yesterday, if it were an ordinary dance competition, there were quite a few people who would have made a name for themselves. Apparently, they're very talented."



"Well."



"When a competition is held in a calm atmosphere, they usually make a name for themselves and raise the reputation of the Moon faction.…."



"You were buried because of us?"



"That's right."



Chung-Myung smiles.



"I fought to death and won, but everyone talks about Hwasan. How many people can stand the sight of it?"



"……."



"Even if I can stand it...…."



Chung-Myung's gaze shifted slightly onto the stage.



"They must be in a different position."



This is a story about Chung-Myung in the past sharing the shortcomings and the ark that he felt in his masterpiece.



There is no one who doesn't know that the basics are important.



However, when one feels that one's student is starting to fall behind others, one will teach practical herbivores that can be used immediately.Comparison is always the main culprit that ruins people.



"You're the one who likes my baby even though he can't memorize things and his brain is stupid, right?"



"Yeah, but he's still a child."



"Yeah, but the guy I hate the most comes to me and starts bragging about my son. He already memorized the three Buddhist scriptures and said that he was called a prodigy at the academy. Then that day, you'll be pulled out of the house and the rafters will collapse."



"……."



Baek Cheon shut up.



The metaphor is so perfect that there's no way I can't understand it. Even if it's Baek Cheon right now, if you're in that situation, you'll be mad inside.



"In that sense."



Chung-Myung smiled and chanted toward the place where the long writers gathered.



"What did they say when they got back to their quarters yesterday?"



"……."



"What is it?



"It's okay if you don't stand out, so take your time and show your skills."'



Did he say that?"



"Well, wouldn't he? Still, they're very well-known writers, aren't they?"



"Do you really think so?"



Chung-Myung grinned.



'Hagiya, you may not understand.'



Most people think that they are at least half as fresh as they are from a prestigious family.



But is it really?



You're welcome.



Long-written people are more secular than anyone else.



To lead a huge clique means to feed, clothe, and put them to sleep, while continuing to embrace new disciples by destroying the reputation of the clique.



When fame rises, disciples of better quality flock, and those of better quality grow up and raise the reputation of the Munpa again.



Long writers who know how important this virtuous cycle is have no choice but to hang on to Munpa's reputation.



Doesn't it come to a conclusion just by looking at what happened to Hwasan who lost his reputation?



Chung-Myung grinned.



Perhaps they don't understand what this means when they hear it.



It's only possible for Chung-Myung who has experienced them until he was old enough to know how fast and obsessed they were with the world.



He said, shrugging his shoulders.



"You didn't say anything and they're running around with poison."



"……."



Baek Cheon, who had nothing to say, closed his mouth.



"You'll see, now that we're on the beemoo, we'll all be struggling to drag him down somehow."



"So what do you want?"



"What do I do?"



Chung-Myung smiled nonchalantly.



"It doesn't make any difference. The atmosphere must have heated up, just break the head of every foot you can see."



And I looked at the beaming that was being played.



"Argh! Argh! My arm!



An unmanned man who was beaten by a sword and broke his arm was rolling around the floor. When I see the sleeves colored with blood, they seem to have been clumsily combed and cut.



Pleasure spreads on the face of the winner.



The current atmosphere was apparently overheated, although rain must bear some injuries.



"It's a good mood.



Chung-Myung rolls up the corners of his mouth.



"A place to build friendship between the great people and the prestigious world? Don't be ridiculous. Who's gonna make you do that?"



Glory is enough for Hwasan.



There is no honor to share with others. All non-Hwasan people have to take is humiliation.



Baek Cheon nodded heavily and began to grasp his disciples.



Chung-Myung stopped paying attention to what was going on in the back and looked at the lengthy writers on the podium.



You're still going to be condescending, aren't you?'



Being able to watch Bimu from up there means that there is still room. If you're really cornered, you'll be busy giving advice next to your student."Well, how long is that going to take?"



There is no particular grudge against them.



Although Goofile Bang and Oh Dae-sega turned a blind eye to the crisis in Hwasan, they were not necessarily obliged to help him.



Besides, those who made that choice at the time had already died and disappeared.



I don't want to hold my descendants responsible for what their ancestors did. An ancestor is an ancestor. A descendant is a descendant.



Just one thing.



"Living quarters."



"Huh?"



"Look, there."



Chung-Myung pointed to the podium where the long writers sat.



Baek Cheon, who did not readily understand, asked with a questionable face.



"Why?"



"Isn't that annoying?"



"Huh?"



Once again, Baek Cheon's expression on the podium hardened slightly.



In the luxurious chair at the front of the podium, the heads of the Nine File Room and the Great Sega sat solemnly.



And Hyun Jong, his long story, was sitting in a small chair placed behind them.



the back seat of the old file room



Although it is located on the same platform, its class is clearly divided according to the power of the Munpa.



"It's definitely annoying."



With his eyes nailed to it, Baek Cheon muttered.



Chung-Myung twisted his neck left and right. Every time I turned it, there was a thud.



"But we're writers, and they treat us like cold rice. I'm curious. Why don't you break the heads of all the kids again today? But will Jang Moon-in sit there again tomorrow?"



"That's possible."



Baek Cheon replied with cold eyes. And I licked my lips a little bit.



"Then shall we go on a rampage until we change seats?"



"It's been a while since I've heard that. That's how I'm supposed to live."



Jang Moon-in was smiling broadly at his disciples, as if he liked his seat.



The sight turns my stomach upside down.



My parents told me that I was pretty even if I didn't have enough children.'



But to Chung-Myung, Hyun Jong is not lacking. It's the same thing that could have raised the reputation enough if Hwasan had been standing upright.



"You have to get it back."



Let's have a seat.



It's nothing, but the truth is that it's more important than anything else.



At that time, Gongcho, the host of the competition, shouted in a loud voice.



"Next! Baek Cheon of the Wasan tribe!"



As soon as the call was heard, the audience turned to the place where the disciples of the Hwasan faction were.



Then Baek Cheon turned around Chung-Myung with his sword firmly turned on.



"There's nothing to worry about."



"Huh?"



"I'll be back after a show of glamour. It was a mistake to dare to put Hwasan's long writer there."



Chung-Myung grinned pleasedly as he looked at Baek Cheon's back as he headed to the stage.



"Anyway, he says something he likes."



You learned well.



I learned very well.



Giggling!