Color Rush[MinSung][민성][HIATUS]

Are You A Men? Show Me pt2

Still Jisung P.o.v

"Ah, what is his crotch called?"

"The crotch is known as the crotch."

"crotch"

"Our Jisung are so smart. You don't need to press many times. Just look at the key, just once."

In this way, he taught me fighting techniques. For me, as a child, I didn't even know what it was. On the other hand, when I grew up and saw my aunt threatened. I realized it only after showing it to me personally.

Indeed, technology cannot be learned with words alone. I confirmed that guy's point. I feel like if I hit the center of her mouth, my fist will be buried in her gynecomastia, her crotch.

I don't want to touch that place with my feet. Although the one who easily approaches is among the people. His face crushed from him. If he crushes me again. I am afraid of being condemned by my conscience so I discarded the idea.

"Give me back my headphones."  When she said this to him with a serious face. The guy was a bit surprised. But he might think that I reacted quickly and thought he was good.

So he immediately spoke again.  Is very annoying.  "Are you a man? You use your beautiful face to spread your legs to Probe? Right?"

He could only use those kinds of inferior words to speak. In the end, I was very upset and took off the remaining earpiece. Then I threw the receiver that I took off on the ground.

I felt the students in the class looking at me nervously. "The headphones that a dirty guy like you played, if I put them back on, I'm afraid I'll go deaf."

I saw the guy's distorted face after hearing this sentence. If you hit someone, you still have to hit them on the nose. It does not have a nasal bridge. If I hit it again, it might look like a mass, so I resisted.

Anyway, after winter break, I will be divided into classes in the next grade and I will never meet again.  Damn, kid obsessed with Probe, kidnapping and killing people.

Hearing this sentence, my expression was distorted. Total neurological color blindness is also called Mono. It is different from total color blindness where the cone is abnormally unable to see colors.

Although cells are not abnormal, the mind does not accept colors. Only occasionally do you see the face of a certain person and notice the color. These people are called Probe. The problem is that each patient with neuropathic achromatopsia will only rarely find one or two probes, or may not find them in her lifetime.

"The news aired yesterday? Was it crazy? This time it turned out to be cannibalism."

Sadly, some Monkeys have shown a crazy obsession with a Probe.  This obsession can sometimes turn into a crime ... it is not uncommon.

"Is your mother Monkey too? Is your father still alive?"

I got up from my seat. If I keep hearing these words, it would be better to tell the teacher everything before I forget what this guy said. However, a boy also got up from his seat.

Seeing that he was about to leave the seat, he turned around and grabbed my arm. He maybe he was sweating and his hands were sticky. It may also be because I am in a very bad mood.

"Your mother, she met her Probe, so did she abandon you and run away?"

"Uh"

Those who took a deep breath upon hearing this were the classmates who were watching the excitement. I abandoned my conscience, raised my right fist and struck him. Among the people who stand up to that guy.

The principal's office is much more comfortable than he thought. The hot air from the air conditioner blew slowly and the sofa was soft. My aunt, who hadn't woken up from a hangover, was summoned to school early in the morning in a black suit.

Sitting across from each other was the guy with the broken nose and a middle-aged woman who looked a lot like this guy.  She looks like she should be her mother.

My aunt makes circular motions with her index and middle fingers gently at her temples. She frowned, her large eyes that inherited her mother's thick double lids flickered and her head hung slightly.

"How can you hit a child casually?"

Very old-fashioned words came out of the boy's mother.  He's too old-fashioned, does it feel like he's just started?

"Mother of Jin Sang , please calm down."

Ah, that guy's name is Jin Sang I. With that name, it's no wonder the boy grows up like this. That guy showed a pitying expression to the fullest extent and clung to his mother's side.

"Jisung hit me."

"Well, then you passed out, in the classroom."

I'm just saying it bluntly, but your answers vary. The blood on that boy's face slowly condensed and gradually turned red. His mother clicking her mouth in disdain. My aunt stopped pressing her temples and bit her lower lip with her teeth.

The director and me and that guy sat upright, with only their eyes rolled. I'm not talking about something from nothing. At that moment. My fist fell on the boy's shoulder, and there was only a muffled sound.

My knuckles were stained with dirty grease on his nose, and the boy fell to the living room floor.  For this type of man who passes out after a single hit, I only give six words as evaluation.

~•To Be Continued•~