The Best of Tomorrow [ 내일의 으뜸]

Chapter 8

While walking in front of the school, I found a snack bar and went into it. There wasn't a single customer.

"Boss, please give me one rice cake ramen and one tuna kimbap here."

"yes!"

There was a TV on top of the refrigerator. A variety show I saw a long time ago was being broadcast. It was a reality show about the lives of trainees who became part of an agency's debut group before their debut. It was unfamiliar to me to see their fresh faces.

One of them went to eat grilled clams in Eurwang-ri with an actor who won the Rookie of the Year Award last year, and a photo was taken, causing a scandal. The other one ordered Palbochae and Kkanpunggi at a Chinese restaurant, but he was abusive when he said he didn't receive fried dumplings, and the delivery man posted them on the Internet. The post caused a stir.

I rested my chin and watched TV, and the kimbap came out first. I picked up a leg of meat and ate it, and then ramen came out. The snack bar owner who placed the ramen on the table looked me up and down.

"I heard you rang the bell earlier. "Isn't it class time?"

As I stirred the noodles with my chopsticks, I sucked the air back from my mouth that had been blowing out air. Putting her lips together, she raised her eyes and looked at the owner of the snack shop.

"Oh, I'm a graduate of that school."

"graduate?"

"yes. These are my pajamas. "I'm taking the exam again."

"Oh my. "I see."

The owner of the snack bar turned around with a sad look on his face and brought a fish cake skewer into a bowl full of fish cake soup. When I looked at her with wide eyes as if asking what this was, the owner of the snack shop patted my shoulder and nodded.

"Fighting."

"yes? Oh, you don't have to give it to me. thank you "I'll fight!"

I have to fight, find the bag, save Seonjae, and go back. I nodded, said hello, and slurped down the ramen noodles. When I finished the ramen, ate all the fish cakes I received as a service, and only had a few pieces of kimbap left, a certain fact suddenly struck me.

Didn't I have a wallet?

"... ... ."

I quietly put down the chopsticks I was trying to pick up another piece of kimbap. Suddenly, cold sweat broke out on my back. What on earth was I thinking when I came here? Are you stupid? What was the point of telling me that I couldn't go home because I didn't have my wallet and that it would take time to find my bag so I should eat first? I felt like I was possessed. idiot. You idiot. You idiot. Those were the only words that came to mind.

I held my hands below the table and glanced at the owner of the snack bar. I was writing something on A4 paper. After a while, the owner put down the pen with a thud and went outside and stuck it on the glass door. The paper was thin, so the writing was visible on the back.

except. award. buy. I

I made eye contact with the owner of the snack bar.

"Ah, the students here often say they will go and get money when they say they didn't bring it, but then they don't come. I won't come again. "Funny things."

"... ... "I see."

I drank cold water. My throat burns. I took a spoon and stirred the fish cake soup. The words, "No foreign affairs," swirled in the fish cake soup.

I put my hands in my pockets. He took out what was inside just in case. My cell phone was everything. Her face automatically crumpled into tears. He left three pieces of kimbap behind and looked through his cell phone contact information. Since I had left school early, there was no way I could ask for help. Her elbows rested on the table and her forehead rested in his hands. He held the bangs between his fingers.