I Become a Doting Father 229

I Become a Doting Father chapter 229

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“Yes, I’ll give it a try.””

After spitting out the answer, I realized a funny fact.

He expressed his intention not to listen to what kind of contest it was.

“Why?”

I don’t know. I just naturally went out of words.

The one I shared with Hong Soochan when I was in school.

The conversation came to mind.

After a brief silence, a bright voice was heard.

“Okay, well thought out.”

“Oh, by the way, sir.”

“What is this?”

“What kind of contest is it?” No, before that…

When I thought about it after answering, there was a question that came to mind.

I asked the question to the teacher.

“Is there an art contest that I can participate in?”

Of course, I have participated in many contests. There were a lot of times when I was suspicious.

However, I have never participated arbitrarily.

Basically, I had little interest in the contest.

“At that time, I just needed to be able to draw.”

It means that there was no need to draw through a contest.

For this reason, the contests I participated in during my school days were always held at the recommendation of Hong Soo-chan.

Sometimes it wasn’t a recommendation, but a compulsory one.

One thing was certain. That either of them was for me.

‘Come to think of it, it’s the same now.”

Even after seven years, the teacher’s care for me is not over.

The fact touched me for no reason. I don’t have any intention of expressing this feeling disgustingly.

The gratitude was deeply embedded in my heart.

In the meantime, I heard the teacher’s voice.

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“Of course I do.” Art contests are not exclusively for students.”

After answering like that, Hong Soo-chan smiled and continued to talk.

“In fact, the contest I’m going to recommend is not a contest that Joo Won can participate in.”

“What? You just said you could participate.”

“Yo.”

“Listen till the end, you punk.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“To be exact, it’s not a contest that you can participate in, but a contest that only people like you can participate in.”

I said I said it exactly, but I have no idea what you mean.

Only guys like me can participate. What kind of guy is like me?

Rather, I felt more out of the blue.

“What’s that?” A guy like me.”

“Youth.”

“A young man?”

“Yes. The name of the contest I’m talking about is ‘National Youth Artist Art Contest’.”

It was the name of the contest I heard for the first time. The most important keyword was likely to be “youth,” as the teacher said.

That’ll be a requirement for participation soon. If so, the next question was also set.

“What’s the standard of youth?”

“Young artists aged 24 to 42 with Korean nationality. That’s a contest.

It’s a qualification.”

“Over 24 years old…”

At the same time, a small smile spread around my mouth.

My current age is exquisitely in the cut line.

“Youth.”

Now I was in the shape of that category. At the same time, I’m also a dad. Well, everyone belongs to many categories.

That’s the law.

Hong Soo-chan’s words continued.

“The application period is generous. I’ll send you a link for the detailed contest, so let’s check it out.”

“Yes, I will.”

“Don’t feel pressured as it’s been a while.” Like before, it’s not as good as the art contest you participated in. It’s a big contest. There are many high-quality participants.”

I guess so. From the title, “There are young writers from all over the country.”

For me, it was rather good.

Even if I didn’t win, I wanted to do my best in a competitive contest.

In the process, I wanted to check my skills and in many ways, the best ball for me now.

I thought it was Mojeon.

“Oh? Wait a minute.

In the midst of that, I suddenly realized one great fact.

You had to tell me this right away.

“Teacher.”

“Yes.”

“I just realized a huge fact.”

“Amazing fact?” What’s that?

“Think about it.” The standard for young writers is 24 to 42 years old.”

“Okay. But why?”

“According to that standard…” “You’re a young man, too!”

I deliberately talked with a lot of tension.

As if Columbus had discovered a tremendous fact as he had discovered the New World.

Bubbling. Bubbling.

It’s weird. I don’t think I’m boiling water, but I think I can hear something boiling.

Soon I had no choice but to take my cell phone off my ears.

Since Hong Soo Chan screamed.

“You punk!” Teasing the teacher!”

I answered back skillfully.

“Teasing. I’m just saying that you’re young.”

“Is that what it is?”

“Yes, I feel comradeship because we’re both young men.” In this world, 40 is a young age.”

“My my, that’s right.” Of course.”

Phew. Fortunately, it seemed to be well surrounded. I was actually joking around.

“If you do more, you’ll get caught, so stop there.”

Go.

What I really want to say to the teacher is…

There was a separate one.

I called the teacher again.

“Teacher.”

“Why again?”

“Thank you.”

“What is this, you punk?” Grossly.”

“You say something even when I say hello.””

“What?”

“It’s not.”

“That… Juwon.”

“Yes.”

“Thank you so much”.

…”

The teacher’s words that naturally continue.

“Please hurry up and do a New Year’s greeting video.”

It was Hong Soo Chan, an unstoppable green tea lover.

*

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(Link attached)

Took.

As soon as I touched it, I thought of recruitment guidelines.

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It was a link to the contest with the details of the contest sent by the teacher.

I immediately checked the contents.

– Qualification for contest: 24 years old to 42 years old.

Criteria including me, a young man, and Hong Soo-chan, a relatively old young man.

It was the same category as I heard earlier.

“There’s plenty of time to register.”

There were no singularities in the subject of the contest or the standard of the work.

Except for the contestants, there’s not much difference from the contest you participated in.

Should

Naturally, my eyes turned to the list of awards.

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“The important thing is here.”

It was none other than the type of award and the details of the award.

The award details included prize money and various rewards.

My mouth naturally opened when I saw the list.

“This much?”

The types of awards were the same as general contests.

The grand prize work, two excellence awards, and five selected artist awards.

It’s simple and consists of three types.

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“Although it is often divided into more details.”

There was nothing so special about the award itself.

What surprised me was the reward including prize money.

It was an award history with this written on it. First of all, the amount of prize money was considerable.

Grand Prize 30 million won, Excellence Prize 15 million won, and Selected Artist Award 5 million won.

The total prize money totaled 50 million won.

I roughly knew because I participated in a lot of contests.

Regarding the relationship between the size of the contest and the amount of prize money.

“It’s a huge contest.”

According to my experience, it was a fairly large-scale contest.

There was a reason why the title was labeled “national.”

But it wasn’t just because of the amount of prize money that surprised me.

“No, I rather look at other things.”

In addition to the awards and awards, it was written that all winners would support the group competition.

And the phrase stating that the Grand Prize winner is to be supported before the individual.

Individual exhibitions, art students, were all dreaming of.

To hold an exhibition decorated with your own work.

“I’m not an art major.”

I, too, had fun just imagining it.

My heart is already starting to get a little overwhelmed.

The small voice that comes out from the side.

“Dad…”

“Yes, Yeondoo.”

“I want to see Yeondoo too…” “I like dad…”

He must have been watching from the side.

Seeing me say that I like it, I can guess what my expression was like.

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“Sorry. You watched it alone, didn’t you?” What this is… Yeondoo…

I briefly explained the contest.

Upon completion of the explanation, Yeondoo said.

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“Then are you going to compete by drawing?” “Who’s better at drawing?”

“Yeah, it’s like that. “Who draws better?”

“Dad.”

“Huh?”

I thought you just called me, but it wasn’t.

Yeondoo smiled and continued to talk.

Peel it.

“Dad is the best at drawing…”

“Haha, really?”

“Yes.”

I shrugged and responded for no reason.

“Right. Yeondoo is next to my dad.”

“Hehe.”

Yeondoo who likes my paintings and at the same time becomes a model for them.

As I said before, she was like a muse to me as well as a daughter.

I started drawing again because of Yeondoo.

“It’s the same this time, too.’

I wasn’t the only one next to Yeondoo. Yeondoo was always by my side and cheering for me.

They were happy to see me happy.

So I was going to do my best.

“To the point where I can be fully satisfied with myself,”

That way, I can share that feeling with Yeondoo.

I smiled and opened my mouth.

“There’s one last one left.” “Should I watch it with my dad?”

“Yes!”

Yeondoo answers powerfully. I sat side by side with Yeondoo and checked the last item.

The last item was the ‘examination process’.

“It’s divided into the first and second rounds.”

It’s not written in detail, but the feeling…

Came

As the scale is not small and the prize money is large, reliable judges will participate.

“Teo”.

However, not all works can be judged by them.

‘There must be too many entries to do that.’

In other words, it would have been the second time they participated in the screening.

It would be relatively easier to use the first screening process.

The experience of participating in the contest,

I knew to some extent because I had information from the articles.

How the contest is reviewed.

“What’s certain is…”

The real competition started from the 2nd round.

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At least I had to draw a picture that could fit in it.

Can I do it? No, you can do it.

“If you’re already doing it.”

I thought of aiming for the top, not the first pass.

***

A cafe in Cheongam-dong. Shin Se-yeon was sitting at a table in the corner.

The voice from the other side toward her.

“Why does it feel like we haven’t seen each other in a while”?

Shin Seyeon smiles quietly and puts it on her face.

I answered.

“It’s because it’s been a while since I’ve seen you, silly.”

“Wow, I feel really bad right now.” “Because I hear that Seyeon is a fool to you.”

“What? That means…” I’m a fool.

That one?

The woman sitting on the other side covered her mouth and replied with a smile.

“Seyeon, you’ve become so quick to catch on”.

“I’m dying, Eunjoo…”

The conversation between close friends. As you can see, she is the best of Shin Se-yeon.

It was Seo Eun-joo, the friend Seo Eun-joo. He’s the only one who’s open-

is same-sex friend.

As we met after a long time, the two began to talk excitedly.

Seo Eun-joo said during the conversation.

“But it’s kind of sad.”

“What?”

“In the past, we used to meet every day together. We talked like this. A poem.

.

“I guess my liver has gone down a lot.”

“… Right.”

The two who are suddenly soaked in memories. Then Seo Eun-joo exclaimed.

“It’s all because you’re so busy.” “It would have been nice if you just lived nearby with me.”

Shin Se-yeon replied, shaking her head.

“… You know.”

“What do you mean? You’re the same, but Sieun is here, too.

Go.

There were some sad stories that came and went.

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But Seo Eun-ju’s eyes that sparkle shortly after.

For no reason, Shin Se-yeon said as if she was embarrassed.

“What, what. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m going to slowly go in.”

“What’s going in?”

“Born, Ron.”

It was time for the main theme of chat to appear today.

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