513. Student Practices57 (1/2)

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“Dorhun, is there anything you can do to help? ”

You're stuck.

[Oh, my God! This will work?]

‘Idiot, the problem is emotion, not content. ’

Yes?

‘Hansol has already fallen for me. So no matter what I say, you're gonna believe me. ’

[Nevertheless, erectile dysfunction · ·.]

‘That's why you said it was a cardio impetent. ’

[That's what you said in the end, right?]

You don't know why doctors don't speak English or Latin when they drop out of their diagnostics? ’

Why?

‘Cause it looks like there's more. ’

Yes?

‘Originally, academic terminology increases reliability. If you say the same thing formally, it sounds reasonable. ’

[No · · · ·.]

‘Hansol must have felt like I was cured. As young, handsome, and smart as I am, I see you have a lot of pain and a lot of storytelling. Yeah, that's a good story. ’

[Even if you have erectile dysfunction, is that what you're saying? He's an AV actor, and he debuted as one.]

‘You don't know that anyway. The important thing is that Han Sol felt sorry for me and wants to help. Why do you think smart women get exploited by thugs, and healthy men get robbed and rebuilt by prostitutes? The moment I get emotional, I'm paralyzed. No matter how smart you are, you can't beat your instincts. ’

“I'm fine. ”

Hansol held my hands and comforted me as I lowered my head with a gloomy look.

“No, I didn't know there was such a thing. If you need anything, just let me know. ”

“You can't help me anyway. ”

“Why?”

“It · · · · ·. ”

Hansol asked again after pretending to be embarrassed.

“Tell me, the teacher's fine. ”

“· · · Are you sure you can help? ”

“Of course.”

I opened my mouth with a solemn expression.

“Actually, the doctor did tell me one thing. ”

“What's that? ”

“So · · · ·. ”

I purposely begged for an answer.

Hansol said, empowering his two hands.

“Doreen, tell me something. I really want to help you. ”

“If a woman stops it herself · · ·. ”

“What, what? ”

Hansol opened his eyes wide.

“The doctor said, Even if it's hard on her own, she can help me. ”

“Did you really do that? ”

“Yes, but I don't have anyone I'm dating, and if I pay you, that's · · · ·. ”

“No. But the man who's going to be a public servant is a prostitute! ”

Hansol gave me some advice.

“I know. I've never been, actually. Of course I don't want to go. But if you're wrong · · ·. ”

“You can have a girlfriend, right? Isn't he popular? ”

“How do you buy it right away? And being together doesn't mean you can do it right away. ”

“Yes, but · · · ·. ”

Hansol, a natural monument, immediately accepted.

“And if you buy one and don't server it when you really have to stand later, then I think you'll feel really self-conscious. Your girlfriend got scammed. You could be here. ”

“Ahh · · ·. ”

“I'm not going to see any woman until I fix this. What difference does this make? ”

Hansol was even sadder when he sighed.

“Gosh, you're a snitch! Not at all. ”

“What are you going to do if you run? I've seen dozens of sneaking around with me every day. Hiding in the bathroom with your laptop spread out on your knees in case you get caught! But she's not responding! ”

Hansol, who had lost his words to my desperate confession, kept his mouth shut. I slumped my shoulders and muttered.

“· · · I'm a confessor. Useless · · ·. ”

“Oh, no. Don't beat yourself up, Donnie. There's got to be a cure. ”

“How? Who likes a guy who can't get his feet up? ”

“Well, that's · · · ·. ”

“I'm sorry, sir. I guess I shouldn't have said that. Forget about today. I'll go first. ”

I turned around for the last time.

I threw a battle and Hansol's decision was all that was left.

The steps to the door were heavy.

One step. Two steps.

Will Hansol ever catch me again? If you think it's just crazy nonsense, my relationship with Hansol ends here.

The mission difficulty was too high at first.

Even if a woman has to strike first, the target is a genuine fisherman who has never had sex in his life. It was like a mission I had begun to fail. In other words, Mission Impossible.

Three steps. Four steps.

As I got closer to the door, the word ”failure” came to mind.

I shouted at Rossi confidently, but it was a rather crowded gamble. It was the only way.

I was about to leave the office almost unconsciously.

“Dorhoon.”

You hear Hansol's voice behind your back.

I slowly turned back.

“Dorhun, the teacher will help you. ”

“Yes?”

“Teacher · · · Uh, I'll pull over somehow · · ·. ”

The gamble has finally succeeded.

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While riding in the car, the two men and women did not talk as if they had pressed the mute button. The car was filled with awkwardness, embarrassment and awkwardness.

[That was quite a battle. You lured out Miss Hansol as bait.]

‘Not necessarily. ’

Yes?

‘The attack started the moment I saw it. Do you think it's possible to take a woman like that off the wall with just one USB drive? ’

[Ah, right.]

‘I didn't rush it so far, I showed off my charm slowly. I had to spend a lot of time on the ball because my skill was sealed. ’