After 12 Hours

After 12 Hours (3)

An A4 article appeared in my email window. I started reading it with my chin in my hand.

[Lotte Giants won the dramatic battle against Hanwha Eagles. Lotte Giants, who had been led to 2-0 in the early stages of the game, pursued Hanwha Eagles to the bottom of his jaw with 1 ruta in Jung Sung-hoon and 2 rutas in Kang Yong-jin in 5 in the final 9 out. Hanwha's pitcher, Choi Yong-wook, at the 2nd and 3rd innings, throws two bowls and struggles to cope with the pressure while giving Kim Hyuk-jun a home run to the 6th runner...]

After reading the article, I quickly summarized the results.

‘... Well, to summarize, Lotte lost 0: 2 and then reversed to 3: 2 at the end. But when is this game? ’

I stopped by the sports relay on the portal leaving the email window. I was able to find a ‘baseball game schedule/outcome’ without difficulty. There were many baseball games going on tonight, as always. Nexen, SK, LG, Samsung. Among many baseball teams, I found Lotte and Hanwha.

"Lotte and Hanwha Lotte and Hanwha... ’

There is a red light 'in the game'. It's the top of the 9th. And the score.

"Hanwha 2 vs. Lotte 0"

I doubted the eyes. Just as it says in the article.

If this is the way it's going to be... it's going to turn around.

I went back to the sports site and entered the 'text relay'.

[Type 1 out situation # 4 and enter Jeong Sung-hoon's seat.]

I did an Alt Tab and compared it to the current situation. This is what it says in the article. I'm a little shaky.

Is this really going to work? ’

A ball that falls out of the first sphere. Ball.

The ball dropping rapidly in the second sphere. It's a ball, Jung Sung-hoon who picks the ball well.

It was the third one. That's right. Routine one.

Jeong Sung-hoon from Battalion 4 does what he does in a crisis.

Just as it says in the article. I swallowed a saliva.

Batter 5 enters Kang Yong-jin Stone. I wonder if I can save the fire from the last pursuit.

Oh, that's right. It's big. It's big. Hand over the fence. Hand over the fence.

‘I'm not giving it up. ’

A ball punched through the fence. The wild beast catches and sings.

I don't just run until Chung Sung-hoon III. It's 2.

Second and third.

I'm a little creeped out. Now, when Batter 5 hits the home run, this article, this prophecy, is fulfilled. I muttered secretly.

“This is... really...”

But it was then.

“Is this for real? Let's really see...”

You hear voices behind you. I closed the window I was looking at in surprise. Behind me, the chief was shooting at me like he was eating me.

*

After leaving the company, I grabbed my head.

"Aren't you the one who's doing well? Huh?"

The chief's voice sounds like it's ringing in my ears. Naturally, I was devastated. I'm watching a baseball broadcast at work. I don't usually get scratches that are bothering me, but I'll be bothered for a month if I ask you properly.

“Phew...”

I sighed.

Do I have to retire because I'm too old for this? On a salary the size of a rat, with your fucking boss and your goofy, constant repetition of this stupid thing? ’

This is slavery. Slavery. Who called South Korea a liberal democracy? If we don't have the money, we'll have to voluntarily enslave them.

"I want to hit him as hard as I can without any debts."

I was thinking about that.

“Let's look at today's highlights! ”

The bald man is watching today's highlights on his smartphone in front of the crosswalk in front of the company. I saw it.

‘Oh, right. What happened to the baseball results? ’

I only remembered the results of baseball before. I grabbed my phone and skillfully entered the sports page And I looked up the results of today's Hanwha and Lotte matches.

‘The game is over. Lotte 3: Hanwha 2’

I muttered again.

“This is... really...”

I read through the game details. After what I saw at the end of the ninth period,

Enter the 6th runner, Kwon Hyuk-joon.

Goal farther out than 1st sphere. It's the ball. Choi Yong-wook is shaking.

Near the second spherical body. Strike? Ah, bowl. The referee has declared the ball.

It was the third one. A ball that extends straight out. Home run. Home run. End of Kwon Hyuk-joon Home Run!

It was done, just as it appeared in the article.

"What the hell is this? ’

I was confused. I wanted to go to the un-written mailbox and check it out. However, this email was also lost in the mailbox.

[70% savings by clicking now]

Lasik? Lasek? Don't worry!]

Only useless advertisements were filling the mailbox.

"What the hell..."

Last time I was too drunk to do it, but not this time. Obviously, the email was about to send an announcement about the future 12 hours later.

What was that prick then? ’

Suddenly, I looked in my pocket. That prick. I wore the same pants yesterday, but I can't remember where I put them.

Did you throw it away?

And just then...

Tiri. Tiri.

A blue light appeared on the crosswalk in front of the company. I crossed the street. Cross the street and you're right in front of the subway station. That's where I picked up the thrush when I was late and twisted my foot. Across the street, I looked for that starling thing I saw last time. But there's...

‘Loans 100% of the Day’

"24-Hour Beauty."

It just looks like. That prick I saw.

‘You're late today, but you won't get mad. ’

It was not found.

I don't know what it was.

Unknown. Is this really an act from a non-narrative novel?

So tomorrow... you get that e-mail at 8: 55? ’

I thought about it and tried to enter the subway station. At that time, the sign in front of the subway station caught my attention for some reason. I used to go to and fro work hundreds of times, but this is the first time I ‘know' that it's here.

‘Lottery No. 2 per winner. Toto, Proto Sale'

I glanced at the flashing light for a moment, muttering.

“Perhaps... slavery... can end...”