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    Mencius, who along with Confucius is considered a one-two punch in the world of Eastern philosophy, said that one of the joys that a gentleman like me can enjoy is acquiring and teaching the world’s gifted students.

    As the saying goes, I didn’t notice the passage of time while teaching Rahee and Ari.

    Thanks to this, when I came to my senses, five hours had already passed.

    ‘···Is it bugun?’

    The reason I even found out about it was because I received a spam call saying it was some kind of insurance premium survey. If it hadn’t been for that, I wouldn’t have come to my senses until around dawn.

    It was strangely fun to teach two people like that.

    Not only that, it was quite rewarding.

    While I was teaching them the basics of meditation, I also gained something of my own.

    I should say that things that were just knowledge until then were able to break the mold and become immersed in me during the process of teaching them.

    That’s why I wanted to continue the class like this until the two people’s physical strength allows it…

    “Okay, let’s just stop here for today.”

    It’s a pity, but I felt like I had to end it here today.

    Because too much is not good.

    Especially considering that both of them have just entered the world of martial arts.

    So I said that, and although the amount was small, Ra-hee, who was repeatedly squeezing and releasing her hand as if it was amazing to see the flow of inner energy flowing freely inside her body, said, ‘Huh? There was a look that seemed to say, ‘Are we going to end it like this?’

    The reaction of Ari, who was honing the basics of divine law as I taught him, was not much different from his.

    “You finished? Why?”

    “Why? I’m afraid that if this continues, you’ll both collapse from exhaustion.”

    “Well, at least how much did you do…”

    “Five hours have passed?”

    “···What?”

    It felt like about a couple of hours had passed, but I couldn’t believe it when they said that in reality, five hours had passed.

    Rahee, whose eyes were wide open as if embarrassed, turned her head to the side and looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the training room.

    “It’s true…”

    Then, he muttered in a slightly dejected voice.

    “Ah… it’s hard…”

    It seemed like nothing had happened just a moment ago, but after realizing the truth(?), did I suddenly feel very tired?

    It was at that time that Ari collapsed on the floor of the training ground with a voice that sounded like he was in pain.

    “Oppa…” I feel like my legs are cramping…”

    I know this because I have tried it myself, but the most difficult martial arts training is the spiritual training that Ari was doing just now.

    This is because you have to move exactly according to the designated path, not just move blindly.

    Even when taking a step, you have to pay attention to distribution of force and the direction of the heel… Unless you were born with a talent for that, it was bound to be so hard that your teeth would grind together.

    What’s more, in the case of Ari, he doesn’t have a body that isn’t that good at exercising in the first place.

    So, if you leave it like this, there is a high probability that you will end up with Ari struggling from muscle pain and not being able to get out of bed.

    “Give me your leg. I’ll massage it for you.”

    “Hehe…❤️”

    That’s why I walked up to Ari’s side, flopped down, placed Ari’s legs on my thighs, and started gently stroking them.

    “Ahhhh···❤️ Ah···❤️”

    As I was kneading, I mobilized my inner energy and gave a proper massage, so the feeling of the accumulated fatigue in my muscles melting away wasn’t such a bad thing.

    With a slightly strange sounding moan, Ahri continued to drop her body.

    Cheogok-!

    It was in the midst of this that another leg came up on top of my thigh.

    “···? What are you doing?”

    “If you’re going to massage my legs, please massage my legs too.”

    “No… you’re fine, right?”

    Ariya is a weakling and has lived almost her entire life with a friend called exercise and social distancing, so care was essential, but the case was a little different for Rahee, who had been consistently engaging in high-intensity training reminiscent of actual combat.

    I guess this isn’t enough to even cause mild muscle pain in Rahee’s soft, sturdy thighs.

    So for now, I focused on taking care of Ari…

    “So what should I do?”

    It seems like he was jealous again.

    The reason you’re grumbling like that is probably because you’re embarrassed to admit that fact.

    “If you are a teacher, you should treat your students fairly like a teacher. Is it okay if someone massages it and someone doesn’t?”

    “Stop talking nonsense and move your legs! It’s heavy?!”

    “Yes, it’s much lighter than your leg.”

    “What?!”

    It was obvious that Rahee’s protest would continue indefinitely if she did not give in to what she wanted, so after calming down the two who were already creating an unpleasant atmosphere, he began massaging their legs at the same time.

    “Hmm… not bad.”

    Was I satisfied with my response?

    Rahee closed her eyes and began to enjoy my massage.

    In return, Ari’s lips turned into those of a duck… but it was better than fighting again.

    There was nothing wrong with what Rahee said.

    As I nibbled on my soft and strong legs at the same time, I quickly made a suggestion to the two.

    “Anyone want a late-night snack?”

    “Hey, late night snack…? But if you eat now, you will gain weight…”

    “···What are you going to eat?”

    “How about gopdoritang? I added a lot of Daechang.”

    If you take a spoonful of the red soup, which is rich in the rich taste of intestines, and mix it with white rice, it seems like you can easily make a bowl of rice with just that.

    “Isn’t Gopdoritang a bit heavy?”

    “I also don’t like menu items that are too oily… Eating something like that in the evening is bad for your skin.”

    “Then, do you have any special menu in mind?”

    “There is a restaurant near here that makes delicious tteokbokki, and it is covered in fried food and oden…?”

    “Wow…! Splash, covered in fried food…?!”

    The sound of Ari swallowing saliva flowed into my ears.

    Thanks to this, I became a little… dumbfounded.

    No, didn’t you say just a little while ago that eating oily food at this time is bad for your skin?

    Even the fried food seems to be a very oily menu item.

    He just didn’t like the menu I suggested.

    No, even if that is the case, why do women like tteokbokki so much?

    ‘Is it because the phlegm-shaped thing resembles a penis…?’

    indeed···!

    If that’s the case, it might be somewhat understandable…

    “Then order it?”

    “Now, wait a minute!”

    “Why.”

    “No, it was decided based on formula? What about my gopdoritang?”

    “If you really want to eat it, order that too.”

    “Then the amount is too much. Don’t you know that if you leave food behind, you’ll end up eating it all in hell, mixing it up with all the leftovers from your whole life?”

    “What do you say?”

    Aside from that, as someone who came from an orphanage, I couldn’t tolerate the situation of throwing away healthy food.

    “Well… Are there any other menu items at the snack bar besides tteokbokki?”

    “If you don’t like tteokbokki, just eat udon.”

    “It’s not bad. Do you have kimchi udon?”

    “Oh, just eat it. It’s kimchi udon again.”

    Luckily there was.

    So I did that.

    “Then you order 2 servings of fried food, 1 serving of fish cake, and one serving of kimchi udon?”

    “Well… Oh, can I add fried squid? Hehe…”

    “Hmph, I know how to eat.”

    After successfully reaching such a dramatic compromise, it must have been the moment when they were finally about to place an order at the store.

    “So how much is the total?”

    “Why is that suddenly happening?”

    “You need to know how much it is so you don’t have to put the amount that is mine and Ari’s share into your account.”

    “Okay, why bother.”

    “So how much is it?”

    “First of all, it came out to 39,000 won.”

    “What…?!”

    weird···?

    It doesn’t seem like I ordered that much, but why did the price come out as bossam vs. self-sufficiency?

    “Didn’t you accidentally press it a few more times when checking the number?”

    “Two servings of fried food, one serving of fish cake, and one serving of kimchi udon, right?”

    “No, but why is the price…”

    I know that Seoul is expensive, but I think this has crossed a line.

    To figure out what was going on, I tilted my head to the side and checked the screen of the cell phone in Rahee’s hand, and a shocking sight came into view.

    “Delivery fee… 6,000 won…?”

    “Heek…?! Is Seoul really that expensive? The price in my neighborhood was about 3,000 won…?”

    what?

    Does this neighborhood make deliveries by taxi rather than motorcycle?

    For some reason, the neighborhood was really quiet and nice, but that’s just it.

    No, I don’t think it will cost 6,000 won though…

    “Didn’t you say it was nearby?”

    “It’s nearby, right? If I go by car, it won’t take more than 5 minutes, right?”

    “But why…?”

    “This neighborhood is just like that.”

    Is it true that in rich neighborhoods, not only land prices but also delivery fees are expensive?

    “It won’t work.”

    “···?”

    “No matter how much I think about it, a delivery fee of 6,000 won is unacceptable.”

    “So what should I do?”

    “Sometimes I order it packaged. Because it will come back faster than a delivery motorcycle.”

    “Oh, then I want to go too!”

    “Are you okay? Are you saying your legs hurt?”

    “Ah, well… let’s call it a finishing exercise!”

    Cooldown exercise That’s important.

    “Haha…why bother…”

    “Then Rahee, were you waiting at home? They said it was right in front of me anyway.”

    “···But since it’s come to this, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to eat there and come back. Basically, everything tastes best when it’s fresh out of the oven, and if you eat it at the store, you don’t have to bother cleaning it up, right?”

    “Yeah, right…”

    “···What.”

    “No, I understand.”

    “What!!”

    Although there was a minor incident that made Rahee, who couldn’t stand the shame, get angry, we were able to safely make our way to the snack bar.

    On an autumn night when the air was unusually clear, a late-night snack expedition was launched in the middle of Seoul.

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    “Ra, Rahee, hello?”

    “···Sister? Why is Eugene suddenly at my house…?”

    Late-night snack expedition!

    Upon launch, you encounter an unknown person!

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