“The next meeting will be announced again on Facebook.”
The children who had participated in the protest walked with slumped shoulders, as if they were checking out the high wall and turning away.
“Why are you punishing me for doing the right thing?”
Nanju said, mulling over what the grade head had said.
“If the world were so just, what would be the problem?
“The Mr. Scissorhands thing probably never happened.”
From the time he was little, Onjo was told to listen to his teachers when he went to school.
I remembered my grandmother's voice, which she used to greet me every morning and evening.
The words he repeated without fail, after carrying my bag and checking my clothes.
-- Don't fight with your friends and listen to your teacher.
-- Oh my, did our puppy have a good time at school? Did he listen to the teacher?
I was brainwashed by the words I heard every day without fail, and I thought that obeying and submitting, even when told to do something wrong or when I saw something wrong, was a virtue.
This incident was certainly not a bad thing, but the expression that went against the school's wishes was extremely annoying and became a violation of student duty.
--- p.40

“So, you can see that the scope of buying and selling time is expanding.
Some people buy time, some people sell time.
We just have to tune it out.
Time broker.
You can call them time brokers, time sailors, etc., whatever you want.
“That’s the kind of concept it is.”
“Oh? Awesome.”
Onjo got goosebumps.
He continued speaking, rubbing shoulders and exclaiming in admiration.
“It’s a time-sharing system concept.
It's about making good use of each other's time and making it available for others to use.
If this happens, time will literally become a medium for buying and selling.”
Onjo recalled the days when she had worried about being used for nefarious purposes and heard sarcastic remarks about how she was no different from a paid errand center, wondering if she could really buy and sell her time.
--- p.55

“Do you think I’m alive?”
The old man asked with a smile on his face.
He was staring into space.

"yes"
At the sudden question, Lee Hyeon wanted to ask what he meant.
“Be honest with me.
“Does it look like it’s alive?”
“Yes, of course.”
My heart was pounding uncontrollably.
I was also a bit scared.
"it's okay.
I'm just alive.
“Not living.”
What is the difference between being alive and living?
I had no idea what he was trying to say.
What kind of favor are you trying to ask by beating around the bush like that?
--- p.84

Nanju also received a text message.
Nanju's mother also decided to join.
It was quite different from the first day of the protest.
It feels like I have a strong support group on my back.
The order of the press conference was decided and Onjo was in charge of conducting it.
Since we all said we were the instigators, I thought it was right to step forward as the instigators.
As we entered the school gate, several mothers were talking to their children.
It seemed like he was guarding the front gate, stubbornly refusing Morning Poop's urging to go to the teachers' office.
If the school is chaotic, it can affect children's grades, so you may want to resolve the issue quickly.
Perhaps because the petition against the motion was circulated, the number of students gradually increased.
A large number of people gathered, just as water came in and formed a huge lake in an instant.
The number of parents also gradually increased.
There were quite a few graduates who didn't wear school uniforms.
On both sides of the front row, placards calling for reinstatement were held.
Lee Hyun decided to come forward and issue a statement.
I was surprised to see reporters' cameras lined up in front of the protesters.
So many people come.
--- p.138

“Mom, I have a favor to ask you too. Can I do it?”
“Really? What is it?”
“Next Saturday at 6 a.m. we’re going to have a human chain around the embankment.
Also known as embracing the dam, asking to live together.
Anyone can participate, from very young children to the elderly.
The idea is to get as much participation as possible.”
“It’s okay if it’s Saturday morning, but the scariest enemy is probably sleeping in at dawn.
“Sleep is our biggest enemy.”
“If you have a mind, sleep will be a problem.
Let's leave that up to each person.
“First, call for reception!”
The blood on the gauze on her forehead hasn't dried yet, but Mom is preparing for her next move.
My mother's phone rang constantly, and it seemed like she was talking on the phone and coordinating opinions.
Onjo posted the request to Timeby and Timeback.
Those who owe time to Timeby are given the opportunity to repay it by participating in the Dawn Reservoir, and those who have saved time in Timeback can be persuaded to use it in the Dawn Reservoir.
--- p.195

Lee Hyeon stayed in the greenery of the garden for a long time, tangled with three dogs and two cats.
“Hiya, there are so many different trees, and the trees in the garden, and the flowers, too, planted in such abundance, but not being able to take care of them must have been heartbreaking.”
The old man kept looking around the garden and exclaiming in admiration.
The sound of the sewing machine could be heard occasionally.
The sound of your mother taking your life seriously.
I remembered what he had said about making that sound being alive.
How heavy the word sacrifice is, and that it is not something to be used lightly.
It was a sound that made me realize that it was a word that made both the speaker and the listener feel extremely wronged.
As I opened the front door, the sound of the sewing machine stopped and the woman greeted me.
“Welcome.”
The man took off his hat and bowed in greeting.
“Come in.
Thank you.
Thank you for coming.
“I think this gentleman will be happy that his friend has come.”
The woman said, looking at the man's face.
Even Lee Hyun thought that the two of them would get along really well.

--- p.201