widely!
I hit the enter key with all my anger and annoyance. After the period in the last sentence, the blinking cursor went down one line. Finally, I checked if I had written my student number and name correctly, and clicked the save button.
<Final report_final_modified_final_2nd_this_final_really_final_please_why did I hear this? tlqkf.hwp>
It was spectacle. The long file title contained my screams for three days. I rewrote the title with a lot of nasty sagittarius neatly.
<Year 20□□_Second Semester_Management Strategy Theory_20□□019653_Jung Ho-hyun.hwp>
I mechanically entered my email address with my fingers, inserted an attachment, and hit the send button. I couldn't even remember what it was written about. At least it's obvious Dear Professor, Are you staying healthy in the chilly weather?
“Aaaaaaa… … .”
He groaned like a final, dying cry and collapsed onto the bed. The ceiling turned tight, repeating darkening and brightening.
It was three days. It was the third day. I couldn't sleep while writing this heinous final report, holding onto my laptop. At this time when others finished their exams and assignments early and went out to play, saying it was an end-of-course party or a trip, I had to stay in my room without moving.
It was almost Christmas, and a large wreath was hung on the glass door of the dormitory. Every time I passed it, I was overcome with the urge to toss Rees to the floor, trample it and set it on fire.
The roommate finished class about a week earlier than me, but he said he decided to go out to play with his girlfriend at a pension for Christmas, so he packed up and disappeared at the speed of light. The look of his back was very fluttering and lighthearted, which further fueled my anger.
In the place where the infamous major exams came and went, the final report of the major remained. The remaining deadline is 3 days, and the amount to be squeezed out is 50 pages.
I took a deep breath and went to the convenience store on the first floor of the dormitory. It was a heroic spirit, like a general attacking the enemy camp alone. After picking up energy drinks, bottled coffee, and gum to prevent drowsiness, I soon ran out of hands, so I called a part-time worker and asked him to take out the entire box. I can see the expression of the part-time student who looked at me like a monster at that time.
Memories after that are not clear. I turned off my cell phone and threw it away, locked the door, drew the blackout curtains, and frantically wrote a report while wearing earplugs in a room where I couldn't tell whether it was day or night. I put a whole point on the last sentence, hit the control key and the E key habitually, and looked at the clock at the bottom of the computer monitor with wide eyes. The deadline for submission was just 10 minutes away.
It's finally over. As soon as I pressed the report submission button, my semester ended. Scores and everything, now only the fact that it was over was the only thing that mattered.
“Three days seems to reduce lifespan by three years… … .”
He mumbled in a hoarse voice and groped for a blanket to cover himself with. The drowsiness that had been suppressed through all sorts of expedients had come back. It felt like I would be able to get a good night's sleep even if World War III was going on outside and nuclear bombs were dropped.
My stomach ached because I only poured caffeine and taurine on an empty stomach. But more than that, I was sleepy. I closed my eyes, ignoring my cell phone, which had been charred dead from discharge.
Now no one can stop me will sleep Even if the world were to perish right now, I would still sleep soundly. Even if I die, I will sleep and die. Hello everyone. I cast off all the chains and shackles of this world and set off to find my own happiness. Happy everyone too!
He closed his eyes while muttering to himself a nonsense that he couldn't tell whether he was sleeping or not. Red and blue vortices swirled over the closed eyes. My consciousness went dark, like fainting.
* * *
I opened my eyes. It was as stiff as if glue had been put on the eyelids. It tossed and turned with a growl. The cell phone that had been placed by my bedside reached my fingertips. The phone was connected to a charger. He slept soundly for a long time, woke up briefly, and repeated his sleep over and over again.
He yawned and stretched. how much did you sleep day? Two days? I woke up a few short times in the middle, but I was certain that I slept for an incredibly long time anyway. I said everything because my body, which had been suffering from extreme fatigue, became lighter.
I walked into the bathroom and took a hot shower. The school dormitory has very poor soundproofing, so you can hear the sound of water washing in the next room. Even if there was someone using hot water on the same line, only lukewarm water came out. But now, perhaps because it was vacation, the place was as quiet as a rat. Hot water also came out profusely.
Enjoying the peace, I finished the shower and came out with a towel over my head. While I was sleeping, I lowered the temperature of the boiler, which was running fast, and changed into a new pair of dry clothes. I felt like living a bit now.
On the screen of the phone, which was not turned on, there was a clear indication that the battery charge was complete. I brushed my hair with a towel and hit the power button. The logos of manufacturers and carriers appeared one after another, and a familiar background appeared.
"uh?"
Looking at the screen that appeared after a while, I frowned. I woke up less and the blurry numbers became clearer.
Missed calls and messages piled up. After a few days of diving with my phone turned off, it wasn't strange to see a mountain of messages piled up. But why is there a three-digit number on the phone?
Most of the calls came from family members. mother, father, brother. The three names alternately filled the missed call list.
Even on Christmas, to comfort my poor son, who is stuck in a school in Chupcheopsan Middle School... … There is no work. I haven't been in touch for so long, so maybe my family thinks I'm missing. I told you in advance that I wouldn't be able to go home because I was busy.
I need to call my parents and reassure them. Your son didn't die and he's alive and well, he almost died while doing his homework, but he's still breathing, so hold on to his worries.
- Because the connection is not established, it is connected to the voicemail after the beep sound... … .
However, only mechanical announcements came from beyond the handset. I called my mother and father in turn. I didn't get both of them. Next, I walked to my brother. It was the same this time too.
Not one person, but three people can't talk at the same time? Did the whole family, except me, go on an overseas trip at the end of the year? No, if I went abroad, there would have been a comment that the power was turned off or connected to overseas roaming.
“… … .”
Sleep ran away. I ran through my dry hair and entered the Messenger app. Numerous notifications greeted me. Numbers indicating that there are unread messages came to mind incessantly. In the meantime, the message at the top caught my eye.
