3 3 currency. 1 currency. Lucky day (2). (1/2)
3.
Jung Hyun-woo, he wasn't very close to studying.
It was when he became a Korean professional baseball player, not only did he become close to playing numbers, which hurt him just by listening to analysis, calculation, and probability.
”The arrest is 135 kilometers at best. He's not the type to throw more than 100 pitches, and his body is not weird if anything explodes between his shoulders, waist, and knees. He has only one talent for ball control. You have to roll your head hard if you want to survive the pro.”
I learned how to survive the pro under the pitching coach I met for the first time, and from then on I played that number game.
Analyzing batters, quantifying all their behavior and starting a probability fight through him.
Of course the results were not very good.
The number play was not bad.
'If only my shoulders weren't out there.
It's just that the shoulder guy just can't do his job before he can play the numbers right.
It was because of him anyway.
'Why am I suddenly thinking about this? Oh, the truck's coming to me now. Is this a lantern? No, but what was the probability of dying in a car accident after the supply of unmanned vehicles?’
At this moment of desperation, I can see in my head the probability even in the face of a truck losing balance in the rain and driving out of the road.
Damn it, you'really bad luck.’
Furthermore, Jung could even recall that the number of deaths from unmanned vehicles since the introduction of unmanned autonomous vehicles was smaller than that of those who won the first prize in the lottery a year.
'You'll win Lotto.’
That's it.
Gaining!
The truck hit Jung Hyun-woo as it was, and his accident stopped at that moment.
It was the moment of the accident.
Gwa-ang!
There was a tremendous roar.
Then there was a terrible silence.
As if time had stopped and as if the world had stopped, everything had stopped.
”Huck.”
What popped out of it was none other than a line of Jung Hyun-woo's blocked breath-taking short sound.
”Sa, did you live?”
Since then, Jung Hyun-woo's words popped out to himself.
With the words, Jung Hyun-woo turned his eyes to the side and saw a huge truck hitting a telephone pole next to him instead of him and a trailer loaded by the truck.
It was a sight that would not have been seen if the truck had not turned the steering wheel a little more properly.
a narrow escape
In a situation where the expression is not overshadowed, Jung Hyun-woo expressed his feelings.
”Bitch!”
There was no roughness in the mouth.
It was a good sound.
Wouldn't it be strange if you suddenly had an experience where you might die in a ridiculous way and you had a good sound?
”Bitch! Whoa, whoa!”
Such a burst of abuse did not stop but rather burst out.
Sweat also burst out of the pores.
”Wow, shit!”
Forgetting the raindrops, Jung took off his hat and washed the sweatdrops soaked in his hair.
”Hahaha, hahaha!”
Next was laughter.
Jung Hyun-woo, who smiled as if he was faint with a horse, collapsed on the floor without realizing it.
Jung Hyun-woo began to feel relaxed in his head, and soon he recalled a conversation with Lee Hyuk-joo.
A conversation about a game fantasy that the main character who was hit by a truck returned.
”Wow, I almost fell back.”
Jung Hyun-woo, who recalled the conversation at that time, laughed as if he was dumbfounded.
A smile gradually spread around the mouth of Jung Hyun-woo, who uttered such laughter.
'Oh, is there any reward for this? How much is it?’
There was a smile of joy that he might receive compensation for the accident.
'It's going to be a lot more salty than I thought, ····.'.'.'
as such thoughts fill one's mind
”Cuck!”
Jung Hyun-woo collapsed as it was.
It was an electric shock.
4.
No one likes hospitals.
The same was true of Jung Hyun-
He hated the hospital.
When I was a professional baseball player, my shoulder broke and I hated hospitals even more after I almost lived in a hospital.
After that, the hospital was hell for Jung Hyun-woo after his brother and sister-in-law, who were more precious than anyone else, were in an accident.
A place where you don't want to go.
”Uh,·,·,·”
As soon as Jung opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, he knew right away that this was a hospital.
'Buck, hospital? Why?'
Of course, it was not clear why he came to the hospital.
I had a splitting headache, and the memory was due to confusion.
”Uh,·,·,·”
Above all, my body and senses were strange.
What, what is it?
Feels like time has slowed down.
It felt like watching the world through slow video.
The strange feeling that he had never felt before, Jung Hyun-woo began to feel unknown confusion and fear.
”You're up.”
It was a heavy tone that made such a sense normal.
”Huck!”
Jung Hyun-woo, who made a breathtaking sound, raised his upper body.
Then there was an old man in his eyes.
He was in his 60s, wearing heavy horn-rimmed glasses with his hair neatly pulled back, and he was an old man who felt like a professor.
This is a hospital, of course it's a doctor.
So Jung Hyun-woo asked the question without any doubt.
”How many days have I been asleep? What date is today?”
The old man said with a stiff look at the question.
”It's March 9, 34.”
”Yes?”
At that moment, Jung Hyun-woo looked blank.
Soon after, Jung Hyun-woo, who understood the situation, said, changing his expression to astonishment.
”Come on, hold on. It's 2034. Not 2038?”
Instead of answering, the old man closed his eyes and nodded once.
Jung Hyun-woo's eyes began to shake at the sight.
'Gee, are you really back in the past?
past regression
Did the situation that you could only see in the novel really happen to you?
'Now, wait a minute. So what do we do? What should I do first?’
This ridiculous situation forced Jung to panic so naturally.
My heart is pounding!
In the meantime, as if instinctively felt that this was a golden opportunity, the heart shook violently and did not hide its excitement.
”Patient Yang Hyun-soo!”
It was none other than the nurse's voice that cleared up such confusion.
”I've told you a few times that you shouldn't talk to the patient on your own!”
Jung Hyun-woo tilted his head to the nurse's sharp voice.
'Patients?'
Along with the horse, Jung Hyun-woo looked at the old man's appearance, not his face.