You Promised Me, Mr. Lee San-ha - Chapter 112



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Episode 112 Manners Maketh Man (4)

Nam Young-jun’s escape due to his ability.

Since he was always talking about ‘corpse viewing’, it is impossible to predict what he will do.

I ran through the crowd.

‘Where are you? Where did you disappear to?’

With over a thousand people moving at once, it’s not easy to find them all at a glance.

I looked around, but I couldn’t see him anywhere in the lobby.

That moment.

“Whoa! What is it?!”

A scream was heard from somewhere.

And the screams that follow.

“Get out of the way! Get out of the way! I have work to do right now!”

This voice, mixed with annoyance, was definitely Nam Young-jun.

I moved towards the direction from which the sound came.

Soon, I was able to see Nam Young-jun fighting with other people in front of the ATM.

“Why did you suddenly come running here? What are you doing?”

“Shut up! Why are you guys being so noisy?! It’s so noisy that I can’t even remember my password! What was it? 1486! Say I love you four times a day, laugh eight times, and kiss me six times! That’s right! This is it! But, this! Why is this fucking ATM’s withdrawal limit only this much?!”

He was withdrawing money while letting out all his frustration.

People who were tired of his maddening behavior said nothing more.

It seems like everyone knows that there is nothing more meaningless than a conversation with a crazy person.

‘But why are you suddenly running out and withdrawing money?’

I checked the status window again.

Nam Young-jun: Promise to watch a corpse play.

This is the only promise that is being fulfilled.

I couldn’t figure out what the connection between the corpse viewing and the cash withdrawal was.

Nam Young-jun, who had finished withdrawing money, ran back into the theater.

Ta-da-da-dak!

In his arms was a pile of freshly cashed cash.

‘First of all, isn’t this doing something dangerous?’

It didn’t seem like he would harm himself and become a corpse.

But it is still unknown what will happen.

I followed Nam Young-jun while keeping a close eye on him.

He shouted as he re-entered the theater.

“You ignorant people who don’t even know the manners of watching a musical! I’ll teach you real manners here!”

Is it because it is a space designed to maximize sound expansion?

The shouts from the audience also resonate very loudly.

“You guys are barely keeping track of trivial things like refraining from talking, turning off your cell phones, and not being late! But that doesn’t make you good manners! That’s just common sense! That’s just like not eating with the hand you used to wipe your butt with in India! Manners like eating small portions are trivial! I’ll show you the ultimate theater manners that a well-educated and cultured person like me can do: watching a corpse aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Then, all of a sudden, he started to scatter the things he was holding in his arms.

… … I’m talking about the cash I just took out.

“Are you watching Lee San-ha?! I told you?! If I take away money, I’m a corpse! Hahahahahahahahaha! Humans are money, money! Hehe! Money! Listen carefully! In capitalism, if you don’t have money, you’re a corpse!”

Banknotes start to fly around like dandelion seeds.

As I watched the aftermath of the scattered madness, I couldn’t help but sigh.

“crazy…….”

When a strange person keeps his promise, he behaves strangely.

Of course, I didn’t expect it to be this weird.

“Take this! Capitalism! Ho! Hoo! Mew!”

The people standing next to him did not immediately try to pick up the money.

Instead, they just grumble and move away from him.

“What is it? Is it a play?”

“Are you throwing an event or something?”

“Les Miserables is hinting at the origin of Victor Hugo’s original work that was intended to criticize the system?”

Regardless, Nam Young-jun’s money-spending continued.

“At this moment, I am dying! Goodbye, all my assets! The 3 million won I borrowed from Hyungje Capital! After I send you off, I will finally be reborn as a true corpse! It’s like the process of molting for insects! It’s like the metamorphosis process of a caterpillar becoming a butterfly! That’s right, I am metamorphosing! I am not Nam Young-jun, I am metamorphosing! The ultimate metamorphosis, the king of metamorphosis! That’s me! Open your eyes wide and look at the king’s manners! Welcome only the well-educated, cultured, elegant, graceful, dignified, and refined theater-going manners of the king of manners! And bow down! Hahahahahahaha! Look at you fools! I am! Fucking! A corpse!”

I don’t know about anything else, but I know for sure that my entire fortune is minus 3 million won.

‘They say that if you take away money, you’re a corpse, so isn’t it possible that you’ve already become an undead when your wealth is in the red?’

I had some minor questions, but I didn’t have time to worry about them all.

Because there isn’t much time left until intermission.

Les Miserables Part 2 will start soon.

… … But it seemed difficult for the musical to resume in this state of confusion.

“It’s all gone! Now all my wealth is in flames! This is the completion of the corpse! The end of the corpse! The corpse’s japchae! The important thing is not the money! The message!”

Nam Young-jun ran towards his seat.

Then he threw himself onto the chair.

Maybe I rushed in too hard.

His side collides with the chair handle.

Boom! Bam!

“Aww! It fucking hurts! But I have to endure it! I’m a corpse! Corpses don’t feel pain! Gyaaaah! It feels like my fucking ribs are broken, but I, I can endure it… … Kieeeek!”

He twists and crouches in the front seat and makes a huge fuss.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, snorting loudly.

“Keuuuuuung… … . Heuuung… … . Shit… … . It hurts… … . Ugh… … !”

Nam Young-jun held his side and shed tears.

As his moans gradually died down.

A few people came toward me and spoke cautiously.

“Hey… … After Part 1 ended, you had a long conversation with that person… … Do you know each other?”

It’s ruined.

There must have been too many witnesses.

Now that it was something I couldn’t deny, I had no choice but to nod.

“Yes, that… … is a senior in the school. I apologize for causing trouble. I am not in my right mind… … .”

Then something amazing happened.

The people who gathered all handed me wads of money.

Let’s look at them with a puzzled expression, they said.

“It seems so… … . This money seems to be real money, so please take good care of it for him later.”

“I checked the amount and it was 2.97 million won. I think 30,000 won was blown away by the wind.”

“I don’t know if I should say this, but please tell him to cheer up… … .”

Good citizens collected all of Nam Young-jun’s money.

I thought it would be difficult to refuse here, so I accepted them all for now.

“……thank you.”

“People like that should be banned from the police. Those credit card company guys are really bad people.”

It was difficult to say anything in response, so I just smiled and nodded.

After people leave.

The recovered money was carefully pushed into Nam Young-jun’s bag.

An Hee-yeon looked at me with a dumbfounded expression.

“What magical thing have you done now?”

“No way. It’s just… … I provoked him a little, so maybe he just went wild on his own? You know, back when we had the company outing, he drank all the alcohol and said he was going to die, and he really did drink all of it. I was outside at that time, so what would I have done?”

“… … Is that so?”

It wasn’t much of an excuse, but Ahn Hee-yeon seemed to agree.

Soon, the announcement that intermission was over was made.

After I sat up straight again, the darkness subsided.

Bam bam! Bam bam! Dududududung!

The second part begins with a loud trumpet sound and heavy drum sound.

During the first number of Part 2, Building the Barricade.

“Thuur!”

Someone’s heavy breathing erupted.

… … right in front.

People around him look at him with annoyance.

Of course, my gaze was also included in that gaze.

Nam Young-jun took another deep breath.

“Wheww-.”

The audience is plunged into silence.

Meanwhile, Marius, who was at the barricade, had Eponine deliver a letter to Cosette.

After delivering the letter, Eponine walks the street alone.

The most heartbreaking number from Les Miserables.

It was time for ‘On my own’ to flow out.

Eunsol Lee, who has now completely become one with Eponine, performed the number wonderfully.

“You, who are going to a happiness I will never know! I love you. I love you. I love you… … . But, I am alone… … .”

As soon as the number ended, a huge round of applause broke out.

The sound of applause fills the opera house.

It was louder and more thunderous than any applause I’ve ever heard.

This means that Eunsol Lee performed the song perfectly.

An Hee-yeon, sitting next to me, was smiling brighter than ever.

This is the first time I’ve seen her smile so brightly since she got her stolen deposit back.

As the next number continued, the play became more and more serious.

… … Again, a gasp erupted from the front seat.

“Phuha!”

This time, the person next to Nam Young-jun couldn’t stand it either.

“Oh my god, what the heck?”

Nam Young-jun apologized.

“Ugh, I’m sorry! A corpse shouldn’t have breathed like a corpse! My corpse powers aren’t enough yet… … I’ll try to corpse a little more. I’m really, sorry for causing trouble!”

When I started yelling out of the blue, people started to get openly annoyed.

“What’s wrong with that kid? Is he crazy?”

“Shouldn’t someone be the one to pull him out?”

“Brother, can I go and cut that kid’s head off?”

I think I heard something ominous… … I guess I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear it for now.

Are you conscious of the eyes of those around you?

Nam Young-jun rummages through his arms, feeling something rustling.

And then it became quiet again.

… … . … … . … … .

After that, no more noise was heard.

The Les Miserables performance finally comes to an end.

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Bravo! Bravo!”

“Beep!”

The curtain call was held amidst cheers, applause, and thunderous applause.

Even though the entire audience was standing and applauding loudly, there was one person who did not get up from his seat.

It was Nam Young-jun.

‘You keep talking about manners like that, but is it also manners to not applaud during the curtain call?’

I couldn’t understand it, but somehow it seemed like it was a kind of ‘manner’.

Now that the curtain call is over, people are starting to get up from their seats one by one.

Nam Young-jun, who was sitting in the front seat, collapsed.

thud!

Crumpled bills protruded from his mouth and nose as he fell.

“Phuu …

This crazy guy was blocking his windpipe with a banknote.

The large men in front of Nam Young-jun looked back and said.

“Brother, why is this kid laughing?”

“Leave it alone. I guess you’re having a good dream.”

It seems like they are the people who were shouting ominously at Nam Young-jun in the middle of the play earlier.

‘Fortunately, I avoided the tragedy of having my throat slit.’

After calling 119 just in case, Ahn Hee-yeon and I left the theater.

* * *

After leaving the Arts Center, we went to a meat restaurant called ‘Gyodae Samcheongjip.’

“You can eat something more expensive.”

“How much is the salary for a fresh graduate? It’s okay.”

If you ask a job seeker what he has to say, it would be too much of a stab.

While I was choosing the menu to eat with Ahn Hee-yeon.

Chaenggrang!

I heard the sound of a glass breaking.

And there’s an accompanying howl.

“Am I funny?! Huh?!”

I had a feeling that it would be difficult to eat meat in a comfortable atmosphere.