episode_0003

Today is the first day of school!

Thanks to somehow managing to register for classes, I was able to complete a perfect schedule that took care of both lunch and weekend classes.

From the first hour, it’s a major lecture. The door to room 4 on the 4th floor with a sign that says “Computer Lab” is right in front of you.

Why 404 of all places? I don’t think I should do any backend related work here. No matter how I look at it, it looks like an error will pop up.

As I entered the classroom, countless gazes poured in. I thought it was impossible, but there wasn’t a single woman. No, I thought there would be at least one or two.

I sat down carefully, skillfully booted up the computer, and connected to Mytel… I almost did, but I held back. Surely no one saw me typing commands. This is why communication is dangerous.

People staring at me or gossiping. Of course, in the 90s, if a woman entered an engineering school, and a computer science school at that, and a woman with the looks of a TV celebrity, that would be something like that. I also felt a sense of satisfaction… Is this too perverted?

After some time had passed, the professor came in sharply and started the orientation. Since the professor was the head of the department, he also did the orientation for the department.

The content wasn’t anything special. It wasn’t bad by today’s standards, but for me, coming from 30 years later, most of the content was already familiar, so it didn’t really resonate with me.

‘I’m bored…’

These words keep trying to leak out of my mouth, but I desperately try to stop them. If I make a mistake here, there is a chance that my school life will be completely ruined…

Ah, I’m closing my eyes.

***

I thought I opened my eyes as soon as I closed them, but all the people were gone.

No, not everything disappeared.

Because the professor in front of me was glaring at me with sharp eyes.

Swish swish

The professor motions for me to come over. This is fucked up.

I have no choice but to go forward with the mindset of entering a coffin. What the f*ck, what …

“Are you really bored?”

Kind words. But don’t be fooled. Usually, when a professor does this, he has reached the state of liberation. If you provoke him even a little here, his school life will be ruined.

“I’m not trying to scold you. It’s just that when you hear my orientation, your eyes light up at the new computer.”

Huh…? Are you really not angry?

“Your eyes are not the eyes of a student. They are the eyes of a person who is already experienced, full of weariness. Those are not the eyes that a student would have.”

What the fuck, how did you know that those eyes were real?

“Of course, sleeping like that during orientation is unforgivable. I try my best to accommodate the students and lead them, tsk tsk.”

What the hell, I’m not angry. I’m already really angry.

“Anyway, have you ever used a computer before?”

I guess you can’t say “Danggeunpattajo Shiva”, right?

Wow, but is physiognomy and such a thing even real? You can guess something by just looking at it once? I think you’ve already guessed it, so it would be right to be honest, right?

“…yes”

The professor looked at me with surprised eyes for a moment. Why would you be surprised when I ask you that? Did you take a picture of it too?

“What, is there something already made?”

“Yes. I made some games in high school.”

The professor frowns at the word game. Yes, this is a normal reaction now. It’s the people at Mytel who always worship me that are strange, for now.

“Did you work at Mytel by any chance?”

This time, the professor asked in a tone that seemed a bit like, “Maybe…?”

“Oh, yes.”

Just looking at this, it already seems like it identifies me. No, but this feels like my entire community is being exposed, so it’s a bit weird.

“I don’t really play Mytel. My peers use Manlian more. I’ve heard that some naughty and hot-blooded friends make games on Mytel and distribute them, but I never thought they’d be my students.”

What is it? I feel like my favorability rating has gone below minus. Is it a hit?

“I’ve tried it too… but the only thing I liked was the code. The code was really clean and close to perfect. I have to admit that much.”

No, Professor, please stop playing around with people’s minds. It really makes me cringe.

“To be honest, with that level of skill, you should be a third-year student in college. To be more honest, I want to hire you as a teaching assistant. People’s hearts can be reformed just like formatting.”

Did the graduate student route come out???????

Please don’t be a slave, Professor, please.

By the way, what is the mind format? What does that mean, Professor? Since you have the title of professor, the image of a common mad scientist is superimposed on you in my mind.

“Of course I don’t plan on using freshmen as teaching assistants.”

Oh, did you see it on your face?

“Anyway, you’ve already completed about two years of college, but you still have to attend class properly. That’s respect for other people and professors.”

That’s true. Who would like it if someone were talking loudly in front of them and they were sleeping without listening?

“Okay, thanks for the guidance.”

“No, it’s not like that. I’ll listen well in class from now on.”

The professor patted my shoulder and sent me out with a more satisfied expression than before. Phew, it doesn’t seem that bad. This class is amazing. I even got to meet the professor on the first day.

So that’s the end of my first college class. Well, it’s been a while. Should I say my first interview is over?

***

After that, nothing much happened. Whenever I felt sleepy, I would think of the department head’s words and force myself to open my eyes. Thanks to that, a major accident like last time didn’t happen again.

A week passed like that, and the recruitment period for the clubs that could be called the flower of the university approached.

Of course, I wanted to join our computer science department’s club… but Jeongjun said that I should try not to join if possible.

When I asked why, they said that the hierarchy was so severe that they held on to military discipline tightly, their activities were sluggish, their direction didn’t match up with ours, and because of the female members, the only female member left. Above all, they said that the professor in charge was extremely negative about games.

In the end, I gave up on joining the club and was wondering where I should join to make games…

Is it really necessary to go into a place that already exists in the first place?

Yes. If there is no place to go, can’t I just make one? This is a genre cliche to begin with. If it seems like absurd for a first-year student to make a club, the problem can be solved by making Kim Jeong-jun the club president like a president. Isn’t this a bit of an academy cliche? Since college is an academy, I guess it’s okay to use it like this?

Wow! Club problem solved!

“Therefore! Let’s kick out the over-age club and make a new one!”

“…”

Hey? Kim Jung-jun’s expression is strange!

“Why is that?”

“Junnae’s thoughts are like a retard.”

“”Let’s do it right now””

Right, how can you put up with this?

***

The club was established faster than expected. Kim Jung-jun gathered members of the Mytel programming club in the school he knew, and the one missing member was kidnapped from the industrial design department, which was also connected to Kim Jung-jun’s network. After all, if there were only 10 coding slaves, there was a high possibility that the UI and in-game graphics would be ruined…

Even if I have the perfect idea of the games I will make later in my head, it is an incredibly difficult task to implement them graphically. Just looking at the picture, the awesome illustrations that come to mind and the messy results that my hands create are different, right? That’s my experience. My hands never move the way my head wants them to.

“So… you want to pursue a different direction from the existing clubs, so you want to create a new central club with some overlapping themes?”

“Yes. I think we need a more free and horizontal environment and atmosphere than the club… Anyway, there are many things that don’t fit with what we think.”

“Once the reason has been met, you can participate as a provisional club for more than a year and, based on the results, be registered as an official club after the General Club Committee reviews it. Club name KIN… Director Kim Jeong-jun… The documents have been processed and the provisional registration review has been completed, so you can go now.”

“Yes! Thank you for your hard work!”

The name of the club is KIN. KUST Internet Nation… is actually an acronym that is reversed and is a pun that is read sideways. This kind of thing is supposed to have humor.

Now that I’ve registered for the club, what should I do?

“Umm… making a game?”

I’m sorry, Kim Jung-jun, but that’s wrong.

“Huh? Isn’t that why you created a separate club?”

“To become an official club, you need to go through a committee review. If you submit a game as a result, it will be rejected without exception, and in severe cases, the club will be forcibly disbanded.”

“Yeah, that’s true too.”

“Then what kind of activities are you going to do? We all came here just to look at the game.”

Everyone’s questions are growing. And I’ve already made a roadmap since the vacation.

“First, we create one big output for evaluation and then we go about developing the game while having fun. Usually, if you have one output like that, you can use that as an excuse for whatever you do.”

“So what is that?”

“…Is there anyone here who can speak English?”

We’re going overseas from the start!