Time Mansour - Chapter 37



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Episode 37 Hackathon

I rest my chin on my hand and look out the window. Spring is crouching far away on the other side of the world. I look forward to a spring that has not yet arrived.

“You said the book would come out in the spring?”

If it’s March, it’s March. If it’s April, it’s April.

It is vaguely called spring.

– Since it is a Spring textbook, it will be published in Spring.

A message from Jaeshirong.

I thought that if I asked more, it would just make the story go on longer.

I just thought, “Oh, that’s it,” and covered my phone.

‘I guess you can ask the publisher.’

Yeah. I guess I’ll have to ask about it while I have the chance and sneakily bring up another contract.

I wanted to make flowers bloom while spring was coming. Even if they didn’t bloom fully, I wanted to at least twist the flower buds.

Besides the co-authored book, I wanted to publish another book.

If I wanted to publish a book, no one would look at it, but if a developer who wrote with Jaeshrong said he was publishing a book, I would at least listen to it.

With that in mind, I’m still racking my brain to figure out which textbook would be good.

“But I don’t know what book to write.”

First of all, you should avoid books related to Spring or Cloud.

Because if the content of the book we are co-authoring overlaps, it will be difficult for both of us.

then.

Excluding those two.

The only thing I’m confident about is Delphi.

“Who would buy a Delphi textbook these days?”

Even as I say this to myself, I find myself laughing out loud.

Delphi is the language of that time. It is a language to reminisce and ponder.

It was a language that was not learned with the head, but remembered in the heart.

I sat there, leaning into the music and staring blankly out the window.

My body is gradually becoming accustomed to the stopped time.

And then.

Suddenly.

“Oh! That’s right? There’s a scratch. This is also a language. There’s probably a textbook too.”

I can’t think of another language I’m confident in.

-Scratch textbookㅣ

I started searching. As expected, they were all elementary school textbooks.

“You could almost think of it as a fairy tale.”

A textbook for elementary school students with lots of pictures. I’m paying for a few copies for reference.

Since there are a lot of images, I was worried that the details would be lacking if I viewed it as an e-book, so I ordered it as a paper book.

‘Well, that would be fun.’

A giant developer who wrote with Jaesherong? A developer who creates a coding textbook for elementary school students.

To be honest, I thought it was a little strange, but it made me want to use it more.

**

Turn off the computer.

I got up from my seat.

After putting on the padding and pants, I pulled up my socks to my calves.

“I’m really trying to gain weight. You’re acting weird these days.”

Throughout my life, I have thought of food as nothing more than fuel. Nothing more, nothing less.

But lately, I’ve been craving more and more things. Thinking about going out and buying something to eat in this weather? You’ve really changed a lot.

He came out muttering like a rain-drenched fool.

ah.

“I’m screwed. Should I just go back in?”

I find myself frowning. The world is completely white.

It wasn’t raining, it was snowing. The asphalt road was already completely white.

I stood in the hallway, hesitated for a moment, and then decided, Okay. Let’s go and come back quickly. It’s not that far. After making up my mind like that.

I exited onto the main road. Crunch. Crunch. I sang as the snow crunched. I walked cautiously, staggering along to the rhythm as if dancing.

Why do I suddenly want to eat mala-tang? It wasn’t a food I particularly liked. No, I had never eaten it in the first place. It was only once. I had it with Manager Chae. But on this cold day, out of the blue, I suddenly wanted it.

I kept moving forward, complaining about how much I had changed.

“uh?”

I saw a familiar back from afar. It was the clothes I bought. I squinted my eyes and looked at it again just in case.

‘It seems right? But why is it there?’

A child is leaning out of a pile of trash under a telephone pole. I look closely to see what he is doing. Is there a cat under there? No. No. There can’t be a stray cat in this weather.

I couldn’t hold back my curiosity

Towards a familiar silhouette.

“what are you doing?”

I’m just pretending not to know.

The child, startled by my voice, stepped back. The white plastic bag he was holding in his hand shook. Clink. Soon after, the sound of empty bottles clinking was heard.

“Ah! It’s nothing. Hello.”

I hurriedly hid it in a plastic bag behind my back.

‘I can see everything.’

At the same time, he even pushed the beer bottle on the shelf with one foot.

It all came into view.

The child’s eyes shook momentarily. My eyes followed suit. Should I pretend not to see it, pretend not to know, and move on? Or should I at least listen to the story?

While I was worrying like that.

I let out a breath without realizing it.

“Rice···”

“No, it’s really, really okay.”

It will die down soon.

Before I could even finish speaking, no, before I even started, the child turned his head sharply.

Those little hands that wave the air left and right.

It’s red and ripe.

**

“It’s really okay… I’m so sorry for always being so indebted to you… I’m so… really sorry.”

“No. I also feel a bit awkward coming alone.”

I was being sincere about what I just said. I would have regretted it if I had come alone.

Actually, I didn’t know before I came into the mala-tang restaurant.

After coming.

I thought it was a really good idea to bring the kid.

The laughter of girls echoes from all directions.

Dinner time. A full table. Every seat was occupied by girls.

Gyarrr. Every time a squeaky laugh erupted from the tables on either side.

I look at him, flinching without realizing it.

Honestly, if I had come alone, I would have felt a little embarrassed.

“Thank you so much. I will enjoy the meal. Thank you.”

The child keeps looking at me from time to time.

Even if I tell them to eat comfortably, it doesn’t seem like they’ll eat comfortably anyway

just.

“Isn’t it spicy?”

Said something different.

“Yes, it’s okay. I usually eat everything well. Thank you.”

Still, it doesn’t do much good.

He bows his head again, still holding the chopsticks in his hand.

I don’t know what to say. Thank you automatically comes out at the end of every sentence.

‘Where and how should I start talking in this situation?’

Every time the child lowers his head to eat noodles, he glances at the plastic bag containing the empty bottle.

I guess my guess is right. A child picking up empty bottles in the snow in this weather.

As a human being, I couldn’t help but worry.

Should I ask her directly? No. It’s nothing serious, but am I overreacting? If I offer to help her, she’ll definitely refuse. My thoughts are tangled and in disarray.

While I was thinking like that, before I knew it, only the chili oil was left floating in the bowl.

Until I finally put down my chopsticks, I couldn’t say anything.

In the end, I hesitated and couldn’t get the words out of my mouth until the very end.

I asked quietly as I stood up to do the math.

“What’s going on?”

“No. No. I don’t have any. Thank you.”

A child who tries to smile. The corners of his mouth are forced up.

The shadows on his face are not hidden, but rather stand out more.

so.

I know it’s rude, but I don’t know

“If it’s urgent, spend it first and pay it back slowly later.”

“No, really. No, I can’t. I owe you too much already. I’m sorry.”

I took money out of my wallet.

A child who is startled and takes a few steps back.

He looks at me with an embarrassed expression. He looks like he would never accept it even if he died.

But I feel too uneasy to just let it go like this.

Because I was thinking quickly for a short moment.

“Then, could you help me with my work? Like a part-time job? I need someone right now.”

The words came out in vain.

Anyone who heard it would think it was nonsense.

Really? Thank you. I can really do it. I’ve heard a lot that I’m good at my job. The child nods vigorously and is very happy.

He smiles brightly, revealing his white teeth.

**

It is a violation of the Labor Standards Act in the first place.

There is no part-time job that an elementary school student can do.

Even though I know it in my head, I keep typing on the keyboard.

You need to make your child feel like he or she is doing the work himself or herself.

“Honestly, there’s nothing he can do to help me with my work.”

No. Should I even call what I’m doing work in the first place?

It’s a life somewhere between being unemployed and a freelancer.

Should I ask this director? I looked it up and it seems like child actors are the only thing that kids can do. But is it something that just anyone can do as they please? I don’t know. Since I don’t know much about that ecosystem, I hesitate to contact him right away.

While thinking about it like that, I moved the mouse.

“Let me think about this.”

I go into the Ghathub and check the library manual I uploaded out of habit.

-You’re back again? Wow. It’s just these guys who are the spring manual.

-Aren’t you guys working on any open source projects?

-It seems like it never existed. I don’t participate in any projects. I’m just putting out manuals.

-I’m always grateful, but am I the only one who’s curious? What do they do?

Now there are so many comments that I can’t handle it.

I just came in for a change of pace.

Since I didn’t come here to read my writing from the beginning, I just skimmed through it.

Scratch library.

“I have to write it quickly before spring comes.”

It’s an elementary school textbook with lots of illustrations. Even if I hand over the original to the publisher, there’s time to add illustrations.

I thought maybe it would be too tight to meet the schedule.

like that.

After looking at a few Scratch libraries.

Also, while looking for educational materials related to Scratch.

“Oh. But what kind of part-time jobs are there?”

By pressing Alt-Tab.

Search for part-time jobs for elementary school students.

The screen keeps going back and forth, and I can’t concentrate at all. I’m a little scared that my child’s eyes will turn red with disappointment.

I couldn’t concentrate for a long time and kept looking at the screen in turns.

Suddenly.

-Future Ideas Elementary School Hackathon.

By chance, an advertisement for Macbooks caught my eye.

The algorithm led me.

I clicked on an advertisement link without knowing it.

“The prize money. How much is the prize money?”

I strained my eyes and started looking for job openings.

**

Hackathon.

The words are cool though.

It’s just a contest.

A competition, such as a cooking competition or a 100-day event, where development is done within a limited environment and time, and awards are given based on rankings.

But compared to the plausible sound of the word hackathon.

“The prize money is ambiguous.”

The amount was too small.

The justification is a bit weak. The target is 300,000 won. There are three people in a team, so it’s ten per person.

Of course, ten thousand won is a lot of money for an elementary school student.

Still, it was a little disappointing.

Plus, it’s a prize that you can’t even guarantee you’ll win 100% of.

no.

To be honest, there was a higher chance that they wouldn’t be able to ride. I’ve done a lot of coding education recently. Since coding education will be mandatory starting in 2025, there were many parents who prepared in advance. I’ve done about 15 homework assignments for kids who didn’t want to code.

I replay the scenario in my head. After all, it’s true that I’m making a Scratch textbook. If I combine this with some lies, it might sound plausible.

..

I opened a Word file on my computer and wrote down each line.

I recited my lines while blinking my eyes. After practicing them over and over again.

I called the child.

The phone rings three or four times. Hello. As soon as a child’s voice rings on the other end of the line.

“Do you have any friends?”

First of all, I looked for a friend right away.