Time Mansour - Chapter 119



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Episode 119: When you want to scream.

Online community.

Among thousands of dimensions.

This world is located at the lowest level.

so.

All the stories that could not be told have sunk here.

Holding my breath, I felt around on the floor, looking for traces left by Mr. Jang.

‘It really does taste like tea.’

It wasn’t difficult to find Mr. Jang’s post among the letters scattered on the floor.

It was easier to find because the sentences and description style were similar.

Knock. Knock.

I took a screenshot by pressing the keyboard.

Even the engraving on the capture button, which was still intact, is gradually fading.

“You really did write a lot.”

I kept posting similar content in various communities.

The number of views for the post written by Mr. Jang was not that high.

-It’s all fake. They’re embezzling donations from the app. Free commissions? Do you believe that?

A post that doesn’t even get any malicious comments. It fails to generate interest in people and is pushed back further and further.

“How on earth did this manager find this?”

Rather, it is the director who first found this post that is surprising.

To the point where I would never have known if you hadn’t told me.

Really, no one cared.

Mr. Jang had no knack for writing posts.

If you write more provocatively, it will draw aggro.

It seemed like he wasn’t familiar with this world.

Just embezzlement.

I think he believes I am committing corruption.

Well, whatever the truth is, embezzlement in social welfare facilities is a bit too weak of an issue to be of much concern.

If you use abuse or human rights violations as keywords, Mr. Jang himself will not be able to escape. He could become an accomplice.

So I guess the keywords were embezzlement and bullying. It wasn’t a very good choice.

Since I’ve never appeared in the media and shown my face, I don’t really have any accumulated karma.

And also, he wasn’t a person with enough issues to get people interested.

So, the only comment under Mr. Jang’s post was the one I wrote.

– I think we need a more detailed explanation of how the embezzlement is done. The donation amount and list are all publicly disclosed in the app notice. Both the company and the donors can check each other’s details, so how on earth is the embezzlement done? Are you the real person involved?

While looking for and capturing malicious comments, I am also writing comments on the side.

I wrote the comment just to fill in the blanks.

It wasn’t intended to persuade Mr. Jang, nor was it a strategy to change public opinion.

‘I’m just bothering Mr. Jang.’

Because this world is one where you shouldn’t think too rationally.

So, naturally, I followed the laws of this place and played the comments on the keyboard.

**

For the past few days.

I was hanging around the lawyer’s office.

I received counseling and handed over the malicious comment material.

The lawyer said that the resume fabrication was a bigger problem than the malicious comments, so he filed a lawsuit for that as well.

Well. Anyway.

It’s out of my hands now.

The law firm will take care of the rest.

When I first saw the post, I didn’t feel good.

still.

Now my feelings have calmed down a lot.

I’m a lot less angry now than before.

but.

As the anger subsided, because of the sediment that had accumulated on the floor.

“It’s a little stuffy.”

I just felt a little frustrated.

I headed to the parking lot, lightly patting my chest with my hand.

“Hey, come quickly. Run.”

“why?”

“There will be traffic jams soon.”

In the parking lot, I saw Seongtae waving and I walked towards him pretending to run.

When I opened the back seat door of the van, everyone had their heads down and were looking at their cell phones.

“Oh. You’re here.”

“Go forward. It’s full here.”

He turned his head and glanced at me, then looked back at his phone.

bang.

I closed the door and went to the passenger seat. Click. As soon as the seat belt was fastened.

Woohoo.

There was a vibration in the car. When Seongtae stepped on the accelerator, his body was thrown forward.

“Why are you in such a hurry? The performance is tomorrow anyway.”

“I told you there’s traffic. And I have to stop by the supermarket. I have a lot to do.”

Seongtae answered as he turned the steering wheel. The car jerked.

The car was quiet except for the occasional conversation between Seongtae and me.

In the back seat, everyone was looking at their phones.

After making promises with my mouth every time, I’m finally going on a trip.

With that thought in mind, I leaned in to the soft music. I was licking my lips and singing along to the ballad.

That was when.

“Hey DJ. Change the music.”

A complaint came from the back seat. That’s why the passenger seat was empty. Only then did I realize why everyone was sitting in the back.

“What are you going to select the song?”

Something exciting. As Gook-young said that, he buried his head in his cell phone again.

The lock list of the playlist. When I pressed the play button, the first song started playing randomly.

-Welcome to the Jungle.

A Guns N’ Roses song. It was just the right song. I put my phone down, feeling secretly satisfied.

This is a song I often sang at karaoke during my school days. It’s a song I’ve never sung while sitting down.

Memories of those days, when I used to jump around and step on the karaoke chairs, came to mind here and there.

-WE got everything you want

So the speaker vibrates.

Before I knew it.

All the kids who were looking at their phones were singing.

Everyone raised their heads and shook their bodies excitedly.

“In the jungle!”

“Welcome to the jungle!”

We all sang the climax part together.

A noise closer to a howl than a song.

As we screamed and shook our bodies, the van shook with us.

When the excitement was at its peak.

at that time.

suddenly.

-Jiing. Jiing.

Maybe because I was so excited, I even shook my phone along with it.

The song suddenly stopped as a vibration rang out. The kids looked at me with puzzled eyes.

I quickly checked my phone and saw that it was an unknown number. I didn’t answer the call and hung up right away.

“what?”

“Aren’t you answering the phone?”

“I don’t know this number.”

I rejected the call while fiddling with my phone.

“I see you’re not accepting it. I guess there’s someone who has a knack for it.”

“Uh. Maybe Mr. Jang.”

“The person you sued?”

“Oh. Right.”

Lately, I’ve been getting calls from unknown numbers a lot. At first, it was my number. But since I kept not answering, the number changed.

It seems like he has something to say after the director leaves.

I didn’t care what they said. I just wanted to avoid the conversation.

Because I felt like if I apologized, I would be weak-hearted, and if I got angry, I would be hurt.

Even though I clearly refused to accept the call.

-Jiing. Jiing.

Another call came in from another number. It kept ringing and vibrating, so I just turned my phone off.

And then.

“Hey, can someone give me my phone? I’ll play some music.”

I turned my head and looked at the back seat.

I wanted to hear some more exciting music.

Under the pretense of singing a song.

I wanted to scream out loud.

**

Big mart.

The van’s engine died in the supermarket parking lot.

At Seongtae’s suggestion to buy something to eat, we all came into the store together.

I looked around the shelves while pushing the cart.

A 2 day and 1 night itinerary.

Since I have a performance tomorrow, the only time I really have free is tonight.

So I was thinking of buying something simple to snack on.

“Hey, buy only as much as you’ll eat. Just as much as you’ll eat.”

“What are you talking about? I said you can eat it all. Don’t you trust me?”

Before I knew it, the cart was filled with a mountain of items.

“Just try not to eat it all. Seriously.”

Every time the kids put something in the cart, Changseok was checking it.

No one asked Chang-seok to be the general affairs manager.

He said he simply couldn’t trust us and volunteered to become the general manager.

“A box of cup ramen contains 12 pieces? You can eat them all in just 2 days and 1 night?”

“This is just one bite. You can eat it all in one bite. 12 is 12 bites.”

They were fighting over a box. They were fighting over something so trivial.

“There’s lettuce and perilla leaves? Why do you need ssammu?”

“How can you eat meat without ssammu? You absolutely have to have ssammu.”

Gukyeong and Changseok started a debate on the topic of ssammu.

There are two opinions: one that ssammu should be there and the other that it is not necessary.

The claims of both sides clashed sharply.

at last.

“Hey. Then I’ll just buy one. None of you eat it. I’ll eat it alone.”

It ended up being a petty affair.

So, I had Chang-seok inspect each item one by one.

no.

To be exact, Changseok forced himself to take the test.

“It’s not like I don’t have enough money.”

It wasn’t a cost issue, it was just Changseok’s habit.

I’ve been in the habit of cutting back on spending since I was young.

It’s not like Chang-seok doesn’t spend money. What should I say? I guess you could say he reduces unnecessary spending. He’s kind of like that.

To begin with, I’ve never seen anyone my age who kept a household account book in Excel other than that guy.

It was a bit unusual, but it was still fortunate.

Being an accountant is something that fits your body.

I slowly pushed the cart and watched the kids fight.

“We have ssamjang, so why do we need gochujang?”

In this way, Changseok’s round song was repeated.

I feel this every time, but everyone looks the same as when they were young.

“By the way, what time is it now? It’s already past dinner time. Hurry up and choose.”

Seongtae kept urging me.

“I told you it’s cheaper if you buy it in bulk.”

Myunggyu kept putting large items that could be used in a business into his cart.

and.

“Look at this. When you press it, it turns into a gun. Let’s go to the pension and play with this.”

Guk-yeong picked out some strange items. He laughed and jumped around like a child.

Looking at the band members who were so noisy.

I promise we’ll never travel together again.

I promised myself again and again.

**

Before I knew it, it was getting dark.

Because I wasted time at the supermarket.

We were only able to arrive at the pension past dinner time.

We quickly unpacked and went outside to grill some meat.

‘I absolutely can’t eat that.’

I bought a lot of food, but I didn’t have enough time to physically eat it.

The second game will be held tomorrow. I thought to myself as we shared a drink.

When you smell something burning on the grill, then you take the meat out.

“Hey, you’re all done.”

“You won’t die if you eat that.”

“No. You’re going to die soon. I mean, you.”

Myung-gyu rolled up his sleeves. His fist floated in the air.

To complement the bustling atmosphere, pour some soju into a glass.

Moonlight in a soju glass. I poured the soju into my mouth along with the crescent moon.

“Then you bake it.”

“I don’t like that. It’s annoying.”

Myung-gyu and Guk-yeong dance, holding each other by the collar, under the moonlight.

Maybe it’s because I like side dishes. The alcohol went down well today.

I was pouring alcohol alone like that without saying anything.

“If I file a lawsuit, do I have to go to court?”

Seongtae tilted his head and asked me.

“I don’t know either. I just do whatever the law firm tells me to do.”

Then, as if nothing was wrong, he poured alcohol from Seongtae’s glass.

“Just think of it as being bitten by a mad dog.”

“Okay, good job. If a mad dog bites, you should bite back.”

“There are all kinds of people in the world.”

He gave words of comfort along with a toast.

The kids said they were comforting me in their own way, but honestly, it felt really awkward.

I looked up at the sky, thinking that it might be because I was more used to being cursed at.

The corners of the lips of the crescent moon hanging in the night sky were slightly raised.

If you look at it one way, it looks like he’s smiling. If you look at it another way, it looks like he’s laughing.