I Became A Renowned Genius At My Arts High School - Chapter 235



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Episode 235. Year-end party (1)

A tile with numerous choices drawn on it.

The camera zoomed out as it panned over several tiles at a dizzying speed.

thud.

An aerial shot of hundreds of tiles radiating out across a vast plaza took in the view.

And people rushing in at a rapid pace. Those who dipped their hands in paint stamped their palms, recalling the paths they had walked in their lives.

The faces of people who were occasionally moved to tears.

Falling teardrops.

Shaking shoulders.

And then, the handprint is engraved.

The path created by the stacking handprints has been cross-edited.

Over the past few months, the work that has been happening in Lisa’s small square has been properly documented and played on the screen as if it were a documentary.

“under.”

Kim Min-jun burst into laughter.

But I couldn’t take my eyes off the scoreboard for even a second.

The screen darkens for a moment.

Someone’s hair was seen fluttering, and then the camera pulled back.

“… … .”

Now, Kim Min-jun couldn’t even laugh.

It was Jerome who appeared on the screen.

He was looking at the overturned tiles with puzzled eyes.

A close-up of Soo-hyun’s face, nodding again as if cheering.

Jerome’s trembling hands appeared, carefully turning over the tiles.

‘It’s the end.’

Kim Min-jun had a gut feeling.

I wanted to reach you by any means possible.

I thought I could do it even though I lacked talent, but now it’s over.

Su-hyeon crossed over to another world.

Like a butterfly that has shed its cocoon and spread its wings, it has passed on to a completely different world.

Knock knock.

My heartbeat, which had been pounding rapidly, seemed to slow down somehow.

Swish. The strength left my legs and then suddenly. Tears welled up in my eyes.

‘It just won’t work out? Even though I did everything I could?’

Su-hyeon’s past drawings came to Kim Min-jun’s mind like a scene from a movie.

From the preview period, paintings from national competitions, to paintings from solo exhibitions, and works in New York.

At first, I thought I could follow along. If I did well, I thought I could catch up.

But, at some point, the existence of writer Han Su-hyeon grew and grew until it seemed as if it would eventually swallow him up.

A calm yet powerful painting.

It was truly overwhelming.

Su-hyeon’s originality in her paintings was now exerting great power.

The electronic billboards of Times Square.

It was an exhibition that Kim Min-jun could not even dare to dream of.

“omg.”

Kim Min-jun looked around and groaned.

He let out a sigh.

It seemed that he had not yet realized the greatness of the work.

People walking down the street stopped and stared at the electronic billboard.

Faces filled with inexplicable emotion. They were curious about the identity of the writer Han Su-hyeon who appeared in New York this Christmas season.

“It’s a complete defeat.”

Kim Min-jun muttered absentmindedly.

“What should I do?”

The situation was so harsh.

The day he fell into the mud, Soo-Hyeon flew high into the sky.

The distance between me and Soo-hyun, seen while falling, was so far away that it was impossible to measure.

How did it turn out like this? This is just too much.

My heart was in unbearable pain, but I had to get out of there first.

Briskly.

Kim Min-jun boarded the bus to the airport.

Before I get into trouble, I need to get my ticket quickly. I have my passport, wallet, and laptop in my bag, so I’m going to take the fastest flight back to Korea. If I go back to the hotel to get my luggage and get caught, it’ll be a big deal.

Kim Min-jun trembled.

Wake up, Kim Min-jun. This is nothing. Just go back to Korea and find a way. There will be a chance to get back up in Korea. I’m sure there will be.

However, the situation turned out to be just as urgent as Kim Min-jun’s response.

A little later, at the airport.

Kim Min-jun, who had just managed to reserve a ticket to Korea, headed to a place where he could use the Internet.

I didn’t have the courage to open my phone, but I wanted to know what was going on.

Click.

Kim Min-jun, who had searched several portal sites, entered his ID and password to check his email.

At the same time, my mailbox caught my eye with 127 new notifications.

“ha.”

Kim Min-jun frowned. And.

“uh?”

His face became embarrassed.

I guessed that Maria, the gallery, and the reporters who smelled the scent would contact me. But I didn’t expect that there would be contact from Korea too.

“Why, uh, how?”

How do you know the news from New York in Korea?

Kim Min-jun shook his head.

It was a story that no one would have known unless they had been paying attention and watching.

Although the incidents he committed in New York were major, they were not international news that would reach Korea.

However, the subject lines of the emails were suspicious.

Korean newspapers contacted me to interview me about the incident at the New York gallery.

In addition, there was an email from Baekhyundae.

“A, a disciplinary committee? What, what does that mean?”

A sender and subject line that cannot be ignored.

Kim Min-jun opened the email as if possessed by something.

There was a brief but thorough article listing Kim Min-jun’s mistakes one by one.

The content reprimands him for trying to interfere with Han Su-hyeon’s exchange student activities, stealing other people’s paintings and committing fraud, and causing enormous damage and tarnishing the school’s reputation.

“ha.”

The color drained from Kim Min-jun’s face as he read the message.

“So, you decided to expel me?”

My head feels dizzy.

I was thinking of returning to Korea and starting anew, but my foundation collapsed.

Baekhyundae Painting Department notified Kim Minjun of his expulsion.

The content of the email clearly indicated that it was an unusual move, but a decision that would be difficult to reverse.

“What should I do?”

Should I appeal that it was unfair? If I claim that there was a communication error due to my poor English, will it be considered leniency?

Woohoo-.

Could it be because of stress?

Suddenly I couldn’t hear any sounds around me.

“Hey, why am I like this?”

I felt dizzy. My stomach was churning.

“Ugh.”

Kim Min-jun ran to the bathroom and threw up everything that was inside him.

“Ugh.”

Kim Min-jun sobbed as he discovered his shabby appearance in the mirror.

Only then did Kim Min-jun realize.

I thought we were fighting over the lead role, but it turns out that in this world, I was just an extra.

And then another ominous feeling came over me.

“no way.”

Frantically, Kim Min-jun took out a small sketchbook and pencil from his bag and placed the pencil on the paper.

Swish- swish.

Bam.

Kim Min-jun, who was trying to draw a few lines, dropped his hand weakly.

“This can’t be happening.”

I tried to draw the line again, but it was the same this time.

The hand holding the pencil was trembling and I couldn’t find the direction to go.

“Why, why are you doing this?”

Kim Min-jun grabbed his right hand with his left and shed heavy tears.

“Why, why? Nothing is being drawn!”

Kim Min-jun was in pain, hitting his chest with his fist.

Will things be okay tomorrow?

But Kim Min-jun knew.

I probably won’t be able to draw for a long time.

The continuous, enormous shocks had ruined him to the point where he couldn’t even do the job of copying properly.

“Ugh.”

Kim Min-jun collapsed on the spot and cried loudly.

People coming and going from the airport looked at the sight strangely and then went on their hurried ways.

***

A few days later, Soo-hyun’s studio.

“Amazing.”

“This year has been really packed from start to finish. It feels like a full meal.”

“But, still, wasn’t the last one a legend?”

“Yes. An exhibition in Times Square. Wow. I got goosebumps when I saw the billboard that day. The response was also amazing.”

“He, Soo, Soo-hyun’s work was amazing, but I, I like Maria and that child more.”

When Humphrey shook his head, Steve, Jerome, and Henry nodded simultaneously and burst out laughing.

“How vain life is, it was only a moment when Maria collapsed.”

“One wave, one man wave. The fact that the writers and companies who had been hurt by Maria in both small and big ways simultaneously rose up had a big impact. I don’t know how many lawsuits there are, but it’ll probably be 10 years of litigation. I think it’s over.”

“In the meantime, the author ran away to Korea?”

“I thought, ‘He’s just being what he is.’ He felt that things were going against him, so he went out to find his own way.”

“There probably isn’t a way to survive.”

Su-hyeon, who had been quietly listening to the children’s story, shook his head.

“I was notified of my expulsion from the university I was attending. The Korean art world is quite small, so rumors will follow me for a while, and it will be very difficult to make a comeback.”

“Wow, really?”

“Even if I run away, I’ll have to pay the price no matter where I go.”

“But, Soo-hyun. How did you hear that news?”

Su-hyeon smiled faintly at the children who were burning brightly on the new firewood.

“My friends in Korea sent me some news. Apparently, that kid wasn’t the only one who had trouble here. Anyway, enough of that story, I have some other good news.”

“What other news?”

“What is it?”

The expectant eyes were focused on Soo-hyun. Soo-hyun answered with a big smile.

“Year-end party.”

“uh?”

“oh?”

“The party we planned, we were able to make it quite big thanks to the sponsors.”

“and!”

“really?”

Only then did the shadows disappear from everyone’s faces.

Lisa’s Square Project was originally intended to be a collaborative effort that would gradually expand in scale.

Suhyun’s mind map also continues to produce enjoyable results when combined with various projects.

Especially right after the broadcast, as the response grew, requests to purchase the tiles poured in, and stories of people wanting to exchange the tiles also poured in.

Soo-hyun came up with the idea of ​​inviting the main characters with memorable stories to a year-end party and trading their items for tiles.

A warm-hearted plan similar to the relief work of the Christmas T-shirt project. When friends heard it, they nodded and thought of ways to implement it, and shared the idea of ​​encouraging other artists besides Su-hyeon to participate so that a bartering event could be held.

Jacqueline told this news to a sponsor who had a close relationship with J-House, and he agreed to provide a good place. The way was opened for a small party, but when Maria and Kim Min-jun’s story blew up, a lot of attention was drawn, and unexpectedly, the year-end party grew in size.

“They said the broadcasting station would come to cover the story.”

Channel Nine’s Chris Hyde had a crush on Soo-hyun, whom he met on a previous show starring Jerome, and contacted her to say he was interested in the T-shirt project, and then heard about the year-end party.

And I quickly figured out a way to incorporate this into my program.

“Oh, it would be helpful if you could come from a broadcasting station. At least we can get a list of people who will be attending the party.”

Henry smiled and clapped his hands.

“Well, even if it’s not a broadcast, there’s no situation where we have to take charge of things. Because we’ve grown in scale, we have people who can take charge of execution. The gallery will take care of the proceedings, and we just have to enjoy the party.”

That was also the most exciting news.

Although it was a volunteer effort, Su-hyeon and her friends forced themselves to march all the way to the Times Square billboard exhibition.

“Anyway, let’s go.”

Su-hyeon got up.

Jacqueline said she would be able to check out the party venue and general events this afternoon, so I planned to look around with my friends.

Soo-hyun didn’t know yet that there was a surprise prepared for him there.