First Aid Joint Class

"How dare the garbage..."!"

"What? Trash?"

When Byun Ki-young got angry, the uniforms across the street also got angry.

In a moment things changed like a student gang fight. They exchanged lives and had a close confrontation.

"Hey, guys, don't be so mean."

A handsome boy walked out of the school uniform.

It was similar to a gisaeng orabi if the smiling form was good, and a soon-sannim if it was not good.

"Wow, you're handsome."

"Why isn't he in my platoon?"

Members of the platoon talked with each other, blushing. Well, first of all, let's just say you're not a sandman.

"Hahaha. I'm Lee Seung Hwa. We are students from Seo Middle and High School. Nice to meet you,

Haeundae."

"Be quiet and explain the situation quickly, trash."

"Hey, Seunghwa, get out of the way. You've been doing this for a while!

The atmosphere quickly deteriorated with Byun Ki-young's words. The useless fight was also not intended to

have an easy conversation.

"Hey, don't do that."

Lee Seung-hwa, who has not yet lost his laughter, tried hard to stop people. Except that it didn't work much,

it was a decent attempt.

"Hey! Haeundae!" "Are you really going to try it?"

"Haha. There are so many things to pick out on the street."

"Hey, squad leader. Don't try too hard. Don't you know we're losing points? Hey, relax, Seojung High

School."

Kim Se-yeon stepped up to mediate.

"Hit. You trash."

"Wow! You're Kim Seyeon!" Nice to meet you! I'm Lee Seung Hwa!"

At last, a meaningless argument was directed toward an end. Battalions, schools, and all eyes were on white

goblins.

He was the only visual here to overwhelm Lee Seung-hwa. Even ordinary people passing by on the street

glanced at Kim Se-yeon.

Not only the visual, but also the relaxed atmosphere of the top predator.

Kim Se-yeon spoke proudly without being discouraged by numerous eyes.

"Our Haeundae 2nd Squadron 10 came all the way here for a joint class with the paramedics. But there's no

ambulance, but why are there students from elementary, middle and high schools?"

"Oh, my. I can't believe you're a high school student". It's sad."

"Can I know why?"

"Ha!"

Lee Seung-hwa turned back toward her students.

"Hmm? Lee Seunghwa?"

"Nice to meet you. We're the paramedics. Let's do a good job."

* * *

Lee Seung-hwa was kind enough to give all the information she knew. Then, he secretly told Kim Se-yeon, "I

think this meeting was made thanks to you."

"We don't know why the place is a bank. I've only heard that you're going to pair up with Haeundae. I think

it's a combination of three-way interests, from battalions to schools to banks."

As Lee Seung-hwa said, he had already talked with the bank. In fact, the exchange took place smoothly in the

name of Kim Se-yeon.

Win-win for each other.

The battalion and school are very good as this class shows, and the bank will also excel at raising its image.

but,

Is the first aid class at the bank a piece of crap?

What can even be done between students who don't know anything?

What do you mean, a first aid class?

The students just stepped into the situation of adults without realizing it.

From now on, the students themselves had to think hard about the future. Regardless of what you really

mean, it's a class that requires evaluation.

"I'm at a bank, but I have to show you I can do anything."

Lee Seung-hwa said, smiling broadly at the platoon members.

As soon as I entered the bank, the bodyguards in charge greeted me. As expected, there were no other

customers inside.

"You are the students who are supposed to come this time."

The bodyguards were all dressed up, and all were huge. In terms of comfort alone, there was a pressure like a

dark hill.

Most of the students and platoon members were overwhelmed by the professionalism of adults.

Except for one person. "Hello. I'm Kim Se-yeon, a member of Haeundae Special Education Battalion, 2nd Squadron, 10th Squadron,

3rd Squadron

"Oh, you're a pretty girl. Aren't you afraid of us?"

"Why should you be scared? Please let us know if there is anything we will be responsible for in the future."

The rookie threatening Sergeant Ahn Sung-ho was also confident in front of professionals.

"Hahahaha! I like it!" I'd like to hire you from my bank if you grow up."

"No thank you very much."

"You're young. You want to see your confidence?"

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The source of Kim Se-yeon's confidence was simple.

A person with strong power and confidence is different from the air he or she wears.

No one came closer than Kim Se-yeon herself.

"If you don't want us to do it, can we be on a separate alert?"

"Wow! Did you say Kim Seyeon?" Even if you're young, soldiers are different Good, good. Do as you

please."

The guards kept emphasizing that the platoon members were young. It meant that they never thought of it

with the same power.

"Oh, so cute. Are you from Seoul Middle School?"

"They're from Haeundae. I want to try on a combat suit."

The female employees at the information desk were about to stroke their heads.

As expected, the class was the same in form.

No one touched the students and platoon members. I repeated with a pleased look, 'I was like that back then.'

There was also an employee who asked me to just kill time.

"Well, I don't think this is right. Excuse me, Mr. Lee Seung-hwa."

"Hey, Seyeon. Call me sublimation."

"Then, Lee Seung Hwa."

"...."

Kim Se-yeon personally claimed to be a troubleshooter. Even if you rest when you rest, you have to rest in a

plausible way.

Since it is a show, it is wise to make images for people on the bank side.

First of all, the students of Seo Middle and High School were divided into four parts and absorbed arbitrarily

into each division.

Each team decided to manage their scores. In fact, at this point, it was questionable whether the teachers were

nearby.

"Will the teachers come?"'

I thought while looking at the work floor where Park Jin-sung has become the bottom of the market. Teachers

didn't even set a simple time to come anytime.

At first, each squad also acted as if they were patrolling, guarding, and pretending to be various. Of course, it

had nothing to do with the first aid content.

"Maybe your teachers are out for a cup of coffee by now So you can just relax."

"Do you want some snacks?" Do you want a drink?"

The response of the staff was a mess, so the students and platoon members were solved as they were.

In the end, even if you act by squad, the change is zero.

There are some guys who act like they're totally on vacation. Then the staff also offered food because it was

good. Park Jin-sung went to the corner and secretly took out a grip. I thought I would hide quietly and unnoticed.

"Well, is this okay?"

"Hello!"

"Hmm? Oh, my!" Hello, everyone.."

Lee Seung-hwa, who was wandering in the group for a while, came to Park Jin-sung and laughed.

"I saw you get along with Sergeant Kim Seyeon." You were with me earlier, right?

"Oh, my God. Was he a more aggressive man than he looked? Our partial dam is pretty. What do you think,

do you want me to formally introduce you to you?"

"Hahaha! I didn't know we'd be that close. No, no, it's okay. It's not like that."

Kim Se-yeon was drinking coffee with the staff as if it had been a little loosened.

The sword he had brought had also been thrown away early. Anyway, everyone seemed to have decided that

it was relatively okay if it was a mess.

Park Jin-sung tilted his head at Lee Seung-hwa.

"Then do you have anything else to do?"

"I actually had business with you. Ah ha ha. It was just like that."

"Huh? Not many people are interested in me. So I'm sorry, but... Do you happen to be one of your line...?"

"No! I came because you were a bit far away from me!" Anyway, it's because I like to look special by

myself!"

"Oh! Lee Seunghwa was also a 8th grader!"

"Hahaha... That's not true."."

"Then what is it? I have nothing to eat."

"Ah ha... You are very unique..."?"

Even a small favor was rare for Park Jin-sung, who has been known as an F-class since he was young. An

ordinary approach like Lee Seung-hwa was a distant unknown.

"Will you have a drink?"

"Why are you using Danaka when you're in the same grade? Just speak informally."

"I'm comfortable with this."

"This is informal... It's honorifics... Let's go, there was a vending machine over there earlier."

Lee Seung-hwa grabbed Park Jin-sung and headed for the revolving door behind the building.

"You don't have to report to the sub-dams or the sub-dams?"

"It'll be okay. What's your name?"

Lee Seung-hwa was interested in the appearance of Park Jin-sung, who was so relaxed.

First of all, only Park Jin-sung could not see the rank badge.

And even in the eyes of a third party himself, he was strangely deliberately ostracized. Haeundae students

pretended to be aristocrats only when they faced Park Jin-sung.

But somehow. Kim Se-yeon treated Park Jin-sung as normal. If you look at it, Kim Se-yeon seemed to find Park Jin-sung

difficult.

"No... Are you relying on me?"

"Seunghwa, is talking to yourself a hobby?"

"Ah! Sorry!"

The two chose a cool soda. After an awkward toast, I felt the same thrill.

"It's cool."

"Why are you so relaxed?"

"Huh? I'm pretending to be relaxed. It's another motto."

"Really? That's amazing. What's your level of combat power?"

"Grade F." Park Jin-sung, who had been vague all along, gave a serious look after a long time.

"Well, that's a lie."

"Idea is also class F."

"Are you teasing me?"

"Idea F, the F.F.-class two-time champion in overall combat capability. Double F, Twin F."

"...."

As Lee Seung-hwa suddenly lost her mind, Park Jin-sung had to force the conversation.

"I have a question. But why is this a first aid class? I'd rather pretend to understand if it's a joint vigilance

class."

"I can't believe there's a class F. Oh, yeah? Oh. They think it's okay just to interact with each other. Actually,

we heard it was a joint battle class. But you know...."

"Was it your taste to see you procrastinate?" I'll respect it, but I don't want to be the target."

"No! I like girls, too!""

"Then what?"

Whistle. Taeng, Taeng, Taeng. The can thrown by Park Jin-sung bounced exactly twice against the wall and went into the trash can.

"Wow. How did you just do that?"

"And what else? Are you worried about your future?"

"Huh...? Haha. It just popped in."

"I came to the wrong person. What the hell do you want from a two-time champion."

"No, I'm glad I found you."

Whistle. Taeng, Taeng, Tuk.

The can thrown by Lee Seung-hwa didn't get near the trash can. I had to pick it up again because it fell quite

far away. "Well, I'm not in a position to give advice."

"Actually, I... was so weak that I changed my course to first aid. But I heard you're level F. I'm an F, and I'm

wondering how you're still there."

"Are you asking because you really don't know?" Of course it's partial damming. When I joined the combat

team in the first place, I was lucky to get into the changing course."

'…I think your partial dam is also looking at Jin Sung's.'

"Seunghwa, what's IDEA?"

"Me? I..."

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"Isn't that a good idea?" There seems to be a lot of room for improvement."

"It's been years since I said that. I've never improved my ability."

"So, do you mean you want to be part of a combat team? Through the know-how that the F class is holding

out in the combat team?"

"Correct."

Lee Seung-hwa, who was caught in his heart, felt quite sorry.

"I think first aid is much better. It's about saving people."

"Is that so?"

"I think paramedics are a hundred times as good. Haha. It's not something anyone in the combat team would

say." "...."

"But I don't think the deep process is very important, whether it's a combat team or an ambulance team. One

day, even a half-pun like me can save people."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

Before Park Jin-sung's words were finished, a sharp scream rang out.

Two Quiett!

The thick front entrance was smashed with a light earthquake. A large hole was drilled, allowing for the

entrance of a frightening uninvited guest.