It looked like he was filling his stomach with meat today.
Goodbye pasta.
He was surprised when he ate a piece of meat after clearing his mind.
‘What. It’s really good…!’
Beautiful taste.
Delicious–!
‘Wow, it’s much better than bulgogi at most traditional Korean restaurants.’
The seasoning that harmonized with the juicy juice from moderately cooked meat melted on the tongue and disappeared into the throat.
Was this really a menu that would come from a high school?
Maeng Hyo-don, he really was a gourmet.
He emptied the whole plate without leaving a piece of meat.
Maeng Hyo Don was proud of seeing him eating well.
“I ate well.”
“If you know that, then good.”
He knew that Maeng Hyo-don did this in good faith, but he hoped he would know that things went wrong, this can be seen as harassment.
When he first saw the mountain of meat, he felt like he was slapped with bulgogi.
Bulgogi slap.
It was an apt word to describe the meat terror that was forced on him today.
“That…… until now…… that. I don’t think I ever properly said… thank you.”
Maeng Hyo-don, who was handed a bowl at the exit, muttered.
It was a voice like an ant crawling.
“······Thank you.”
It seemed that the mass throwing of Gwangyang beef bulgogi was a result of gratitude.
He got a little playful.
He pretended as if he couldn’t hear it.
“What did you say, I can’t hear you?”
“Ah, I said thank you, vice president bitch!”
Bitch, bitch!
Maeng Hyo-don’s words resonated, leaving an echo effect in the enclosed space and dormitory restaurant.
All the students who were still in the cafeteria looked over to him.
He didn’t want to stand out.
He decided to bounce.
“Yes, I got it. You know you didn’t have to say that? You don’t have to care about that. Alright, I’m heading out. Work hard.”
“Hey, wait a minute…… Vice president, You!”
He went out of the restaurant as if he had nothing to do with Maeng Hyo-don very naturally.
Maeng Hyo-don, who was working as a scholarship student, stayed there while receiving the attention of the dormitory students.
The last moment he saw him before he left his ears were so red to the point one might think it was bloody.
This wasn’t a retaliation to the bulgogi slap, it definitely wasn’t.
* * *
Lobby lounge in the first-grade dormitory building.
He was sitting on the innermost sofa in the unisex common room.
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