answer:Episode 123 "Wow, amazing!" Jeon Mijin couldn't close her mouth when she saw me. [Jeon Mijin, a fly could enter your mouth.] "Is it really Seongguk? It is Seongguk, right?" "Yeah. It's Jeon Seongguk. You're Jeon Mijin, right?" "Oh, you remember me?" [Of course, I remember. I'm your brother, Jeon Mijin.] I nodded my head. "Of course. I remember the other kids a bit too." I scanned the special class members gathered in the suite. The grandson of the former Attorney General, Kang Juseong. The grandson of the former Samsung Electronics representative, Kim Hyunjoong. The granddaughter of the former Samsung Hospital director, Lee Sehee. The granddaughter of the former Minister of National Defense, Seo Yeorim. All of them had their childhood appearances. [They're still unrefined...] "Seongguk, everyone was just talking about you. Hmm... You can sit next to me." Jeon Mijin, just like in kindergarten, arbitrarily controlled everything. Still, no one could say anything. I sat next to Jeon Mijin and greeted everyone. "It's been a while." Lee Sehee looked at me incredulously. "Wow, Seongguk... Do you have a girlfriend?" "Lee Sehee! I was going to ask that." Jeon Mijin intercepted Lee Sehee's question. Lee Sehee then snapped back to reality. "Ah, sorry. Seongguk just looks so handsome that I just..." [Such a cliché reaction...] I shrugged my shoulders. "Seongguk, how tall are you?" Kang Juseong asked. Kang Juseong also seemed to have grown quite a bit. "About 175cm." "Height is, well, similar to mine. But did you really go to Harvard? You were in the news a lot." "Yeah, that happened." That should sound modest enough... [It's hard trying to be modest when you've never had to before...] I took a sip of water. Everyone couldn't take their eyes off me. "Why are you all looking at me like that?" "Seongguk, even when we were kids, we couldn't take our eyes off you. Now, even more so." Jeon Mijin, just like in kindergarten, rested her chin on her hands and looked at me. [Still as burdensome as ever, Jeon Mijin... Well, shall I show off a bit.] I loosened my shoulders. Showing off was something I had been doing since my previous life. My first words were. "But you all are still in middle school, right?" "Yeah, we all are." Kim Hyunjoong answered in a dazed voice. "Did I ask something too obvious? How's middle school life? Where do you all go to middle school?" "Seongguk, since we've met after so long, how about we introduce ourselves again?" Jeon Mijin suggested. "Sounds good." "Then, I'll start." Jeon Mijin stepped forward. [She still likes to take the lead.] Jeon Mijin, who was always eager but never really good at anything, liked to take the lead. "Long time no see, everyone. I'm <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>, and I've entered Rosemary Boarding School in Connecticut." [Ah, a place where a lot of rich kids go. As expected, she got in with money...] Jeon Mijin then looked at Seo Yeorim. Seo Yeorim had grown quite tall. "I'm going to Yeongseong Middle School this year. But I might go to an international school in Shanghai next year." [So, she couldn't get in because her language skills were lacking. Wonder if she can make it in a year, Seo Yeorim?] I crossed my arms. Lee Sehee, the granddaughter of the Samsung Hospital director, said she would soon move to the Netherlands with her parents and attend an international school there, and Kim Hyunjoong, the grandson of the Samsung Electronics representative, had entered the same Yeongseong Middle School as Seo Yeorim. Lastly, Kang Juseong, the grandson of the Attorney General who bullied me the most, was left. "I'll soon head to a boarding school in Boston. Seongguk, you're at Harvard, so that's in Boston, right?" "Yeah." "Great. You're being sponsored by Hyojin Group there, right?" [What's so great about that?] I nodded slightly. "Yeah." "You know, I was looking for a tutor for weekend academic support, and I can pay well, so could you help me out? My goal is also to get into Harvard." Kang Juseong was smug. They seemed to think that I was receiving Hyojin Group's sponsorship not because I was outstanding, but because I was a social welfare case. Kang Juseong's words enveloped the suite in silence. Everyone was old enough to understand what Kang Juseong meant. [Still seeing me as a social welfare case, Kang Juseong.] I crossed my arms and looked at Kang Juseong as coldly as I could. "Kang Juseong. Can't you study on your own?" "If I can buy help with money, why struggle alone?" "In America, being able to manage on your own is seen as a huge merit. Unlike in Korea." "How would the school know every detail about who gets help?" He did have a point. With the influx of Korean-style academies in the US due to demanding Korean parents, it was becoming a reality. "Jeon Seongguk, you're receiving sponsorship from Hyojin Group but don't want my money?" "You all seem to have a misunderstanding... I receive Hyojin Group's sponsorship because I'm outstanding, not because I'm poor." "Why receive sponsorship if you have money?" "And why can't you get into Harvard if you have money? You could donate a building or lay some grass and get in, couldn't you?" [Just rich in Korea!] Kang Juseong's face turned red at my words. "That's why you shouldn't deal with the poor. They think they got into Harvard because they're great." "Kang Juseong. Speak properly. I got into Harvard because I am great. Without anyone's help." "But Hyojin Group sponsored you!" "I studied on my own, not Hyojin Group." "Hey, if you don't want to teach, just say so. I'm also in contact with Grace Choi. She took care of you before you entered boarding school." "Grace only cares for the best. I wonder if you're good enough?" "What did you say!" Kang Juseong stood up abruptly. Jeon Mijin crossed her arms and looked at Kang Juseong. "Kang Juseong, sit down." At her words, Kang Juseong reluctantly sat down. Here, Jeon Mijin still wielded absolute power. "Why are you all being so childish after meeting after so long?" [What, calling me childish! I just didn't want to lose!] Jeon Mijin shook her head. "Let's eat first. Seongguk, you used to love our hotel's jjajangmyeon, right?" "Yeah..." Kang Juseong was still pouting in front of me. "I've already ordered Chinese food in advance. They'll bring it soon. Seongguk, but have you dated anyone since going to Harvard?" "I'm a minor. I'm not interested in dating right now." "Then, what are you interested in?" Lee Sehee asked with sparkling eyes. "I'm planning to start a business. That's my main interest right now." "See. He's struggling to make money because he doesn't have any. Why make money? Just live comfortably with the money you have." Kang Juseong babbled from the side. [Should I really put him in his place?] At that moment, Jeon Mijin looked at me uncomfortably. "Seongguk, you were a trainee at JP, right?" "Really?" "Wow, amazing." With that one sentence, everyone's attention was focused on me again. Indeed, there was no interest like idols for middle schoolers. "Seongguk, if you were a trainee at JP, are you going to debut as an idol?" "I just wanted the experience." [I'm not cut out to be a celebrity. Of course, I'd be great if I tried.] Surprisingly, Kim Hyunjoong showed the most interest. "Seongguk, how did you get into JP as a trainee? I want to try too, but my dad doesn't have connections in that area." "I got in with my face." Pfft! Kim Hyunjoong, who was drinking water, sprayed it directly onto Kang Juseong. "Juseong, sorry." "Hey, why would you suddenly spray water?" [Was I funny? I just told the truth...] Kang Juseong receiving a water spray was satisfying. Then, Jeon Mijin stepped in. "If Seongguk said the truth, what's so funny? If it were me, I would have chosen Seongguk right away." "Even among celebrities, Seongguk wouldn't fall behind." I shrugged my shoulders. [I'm a face genius. I was prom king in America.] Ding-dong. The suite's doorbell rang, and soon, Samjeon Hotel's jjajangmyeon was brought in. There were plenty of other dishes, but my eyes were only on the jjajangmyeon! [Shall we try it now?] Honestly, one of the reasons I came to this reunion was because I wanted to eat Samjeon Hotel's jjajangmyeon, maybe 5%, no, about 10%. * * * "Seongguk, here's my number." "Huh?" Jeon Mijin handed me her phone number. "If you have any trouble in America, contact me. You know, I have people taking care of me." [I won't need to...] I slurped the jjajangmyeon. Still, I took her number out of courtesy. Of course, I planned to throw it away. "Okay, got it." "Seongguk, I'll give you my number too. No, give me yours." "Okay, sure." [All of you will be blocked.] Everyone took my number. "Seongguk, how was the JP audition?" "I didn't really have an audition because I got in with my face." "Is the training really tough there?" "Yeah. But it was manageable." "But if you're going back to the US, does that mean you dropped out of being a trainee?" Kang Juseong still asked with a slant. "Yeah. I dropped out." Everyone looked at me with surprised eyes. [Surprised, aren't you? So am I.] I finished my jjajangmyeon and wiped my mouth. Everyone was waiting for my next words. "I failed the monthly evaluation because I stood out too much. They were looking for members to join a group. They asked me to come back later, but I didn't want to become a singer or anything, so I left. If you want to check, go to my 'Face Paper.' It's all recorded there." "Ah, right. My dad mentioned your 'Face Paper.'" Jeon Mijin pretended to know. But most seemed clueless. "It's like America's Dotori World." Then everyone nodded. [In 10 years, you'll all be ditching Dotori World for 'Face Paper.'] Really, an hour or so of trivial conversations continued. [As expected, I don't match with middle schoolers.] I looked at the clock and stood up. "I should get going." "Seongguk, why? Leaving already?" "I was curious, so I came. We have each other's contacts, so feel free to reach out." [Of course, I won't answer. Since I might pick up unknown numbers, I took all of yours.] Jeon Mijin seemed the most regretful. "Seongguk, I'll definitely contact you when I go to America. I'll visit you at Harvard. Okay?" "Okay." [Please don't come.] The other friends said their goodbyes fairly amicably, but only Kang Juseong had an angry face. [Such a narrow-minded guy.] I extended my hand to Kang Juseong first. "Make sure you get into Harvard." [Though that's unlikely.] "Alright, see you then. At Harvard." [Idiot. By the time you get admitted, I'll have already graduated.] I just smiled and turned around. This marked the end of the Samjeon Kindergarten special class reunion. There would be no more meetings or encounters! * * * When I arrived at the first-floor lobby, Secretary Yang quickly approached me. "Seongguk." "I can go home by myself, Secretary Yang." "That's not it... If you have time, could you talk to my son? Something you said earlier stuck with me." Secretary Yang seemed to be not such a bad father after all. "My son was doing well in his studies, but I sent him to school with the Thai young master because I thought this job would provide a stable life. I'm wondering if that was the right decision. If he still has thoughts of studying in the Ivy League or elsewhere, I want to support him now. But I'm not familiar with his age group or American schools, so could I ask for your help, Seongguk?" "Like career counseling?" "Yeah, exactly. I guess I beat around the bush too much, didn't I?" "It's fine. Where's your son?" "It might be uncomfortable at the hotel. I told him to wait at a café near your house. I'll take you there. Is that okay?" "Of course." I got into the waiting car. Secretary Yang's son, and Secretary Yang, who had been a long-time aide, was indeed too good to be under Jeon Taeguk. And whether Jeon Taeguk would inherit the Samjeon Group based on his current actions was uncertain. I remembered something Chairman Jeon Jaehyung once said. - There's nothing more important than finding someone to spend your life with. Would Secretary Yang also become someone to spend this life with me? Curious, I headed towards the young Secretary Yang.

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answer:Episode 122 A reunion for the special class of Samjeon Kindergarten? To me, Samjeon Kindergarten was a place where I gained a lot, but at the same time, it made me painfully aware of my place in society at a young age. The special class at Samjeon Kindergarten was attended by children and grandchildren of influential figures in politics and business, including Jeon Mijin, a member of the Samjeon Group family. There, I was nothing more than a beneficiary of social consideration. I crisply ignored the text message and jumped into bed. Ding. My phone rang again. This time it was Mark. - Seongguk, when are you coming to the US? I'm so lonely in the dorm. [Whining...] Jessie and Dennis were dating, and now that the first semester of the first year was over, practically everyone at Harvard was in a relationship. - Just wait a bit, Mark. Maybe try dating in the meantime. - Seongguk, you've also lost popularity because of your ribs. - I know my popularity isn't that fragile. Mark, it's midnight here in Korea. I'm going to sleep. See you in the US. - You're cruel. - zzz. * * * "Seongguk, your phone has been ringing non-stop." My mom woke me up by shaking me. "A call?" "Yes. Please check it." I checked my phone, which was placed beside my bed. There were three calls from an unknown number, and several messages from someone claiming to be Jeon Mijin. - Seongguk, it's Jeon Mijin from Samjeon Kindergarten. Remember me? - Seongguk, did you see the message about the special class reunion? - Seongguk, why aren't you answering? - Is this not Seongguk's phone? - Seongguk, Mr. Yang's secretary confirmed it's your number. Why aren't you picking up? Please call back once you check. [Still the same personality...] Jeon Mijin's persistence in bothering people until she got what she wanted hadn't changed. Of course, I had no intention of responding to Mijin's texts. The year I entered Harvard, Chairman Jeon Jaehyung called me in for a face-to-face meeting with Jeon Taeguk. At that meeting, Chairman Jeon Jaehyung made it clear that even someone as talented as me would inevitably become a part of a conglomerate like Samjeon. Since then, I've cut off my emotional ties with Samjeon. My phone rang loudly again. "Seongguk, answer the phone." "Okay, got it." I answered the phone with a sleepy voice. "Hello?" - Is this Seongguk? It wasn't Mijin. I quickly checked the caller ID. The caller was Secretary Yang. His number was still saved in my phone. "Yes, Secretary Yang." - You remember my voice. "Yes, how have you been?" - Of course. I've been hearing about you from time to time. You've grown up so well. "I still have a lot of growing up to do." - Right. Haha. Secretary Yang chuckled softly before getting to the point. - Seongguk, do you remember Miss Mijin? We were in the special class at Samjeon Kindergarten together. "Yes, vaguely." Honestly, I wouldn't have minded saying I didn't remember, but seeing Mijin's desperate texts, I wanted to show them how the social beneficiary they knew had grown. - Miss Mijin is organizing a reunion for the Samjeon Kindergarten special class. You're the only one who hasn't responded. Would you be available this Sunday to catch up with old classmates? "Yes, I'll attend." - That's great. Then, I'll arrange for a car to pick you up at the right time. "Understood." I hung up the phone and smiled triumphantly. During my time at Samjeon Kindergarten, I was close to being an outcast. A smart kid from a humble background couldn't be friends with them. Although Mijin couldn't ignore me because she had taken a liking to me, everyone else quietly ostracized me. I was certainly old enough to understand that. I stretched and got up. It's time for revenge! * * * As always, Secretary Yang arrived in front of my house right on time. "Seongguk, have you been well?" "Yes, hello." "Now you truly look like a young man. You've grown up so well. You were handsome even as a child, but now you're even more so." Then, a neatly dressed young man hurriedly greeted me from behind. "Hello." [Oh! Secretary Yang! It's me!] It was Secretary Yang's son, who had looked after me for a long time, the young Secretary Yang. However, I couldn't be happy to see him. "I've heard a lot about you from my father. I'm <PRESIDIO_ANONYMIZED_PERSON>." "Speak comfortably. You're older than me." "Is that okay...?" Cheolsu hesitated a bit. [I'll allow it. Secretary Yang, speak comfortably.] The older Secretary Yang looked at his son with a gentle face. "Cheolsu, be comfortable. Seongguk, you've seen him before, right?" "At Taeguk's birthday party." "Right. You saw him then." Cheolsu opened the back door for me. [It's been a long time since I've been treated by Secretary Yang.] I was slightly nostalgic for the old days. I had many memories with the young Secretary Yang. Despite the age difference, in a world where true friends were nonexistent for a chaebol heir, Secretary Yang was my only friend. I quickly got into the back seat. The older Secretary Yang sat next to me, and Cheolsu took the passenger seat. "I'm also going to the hotel to assist the young master. I'll ride with you." "Speak comfortably." "Ah, that... okay. Then, Seongguk." Cheolsu smiled shyly. He was as kind-hearted and upright as his father. "Cheolsu hyung, are you also studying in the US?" "Yes. I'm attending the same university as Taeguk." I clicked my tongue inwardly. Cheolsu was a prodigy who could have entered Seoul National University or any prestigious university in Korea, and he had attended the same school as me during his study abroad. Although his purpose was to look after me, he was also academically talented. But in this life, he was attending the same university as the troublemaker Jeon Taeguk to look after him! I felt sorry for him. Moreover, it seemed he was taking care of Taeguk's mess even during the vacation. "What about Taeguk? Did he stay at the hotel yesterday too?" "He said it was awkward to go home after drinking with friends, so I escorted him to his room." "Good job. Try to get him to go home today." "Will the chairman listen to me as much as he listens to my father?" [That day will never come. People don't change!] Secretary Yang glanced at me. "Cheolsu, let's talk when we get off." "Yes, Father." I pretended not to hear their conversation. Secretary Yang skillfully changed the topic. "Miss was so happy to hear that Seongguk was coming." "Honestly, I only vaguely remember my kindergarten classmates. I don't remember the details." "Of course. You were both young. Miss Mijin took care of Seongguk in various ways at kindergarten." [Secretary Yang, don't manipulate memories. It's true she took care of me, but not in various ways. She did as she pleased.] I kept my mouth shut. Cheolsu glanced back at me and then looked at me briefly. "Seongguk, you must hear a lot that you're handsome?" "I hear it sometimes." [I was called a face genius at JP.] I shrugged my shoulders. "Eh, it doesn't seem like just 'sometimes.'" "Shh. Cheolsu." "Ah, yes. Father. I'll look ahead." Cheolsu straightened up and looked forward. Secretary Yang had always been strict with his son from a young age, even for trivial matters. I had witnessed it several times. [Even now...] In my previous life, I didn't realize that having someone serve me was a privilege, but in this life, I couldn't understand why Cheolsu had to live like this. Secretary Yang, while serving Chairman Jeon Jaehyung, earned a salary comparable to that of the heads of affiliated companies, along with various benefits. From apartments to bonuses. He must have accumulated enough wealth to own at least one building in downtown Seoul, so why force his son to live the same way? Of course, living like him would allow his son to enjoy a high salary and benefits from a young age. But did Cheolsu really want to live that way? As I pondered, the car arrived at the entrance of the Samjeon Hotel. The door opened, and as I got out of the car, Cheolsu quickly greeted us. "Seongguk, have fun. Father, I'll go take care of the young master." "Alright..." Secretary Yang watched Cheolsu run off with a bitter look. Secretary Yang must know, right? Unlike Chairman Jeon Jaehyung he serves, Jeon Taeguk is a headache. "Secretary Yang, I have a question." "What is it, Seongguk?" "About Secretary Yang's son. Does he dream of becoming like Secretary Yang?" "Why are you asking that all of a sudden..." Secretary Yang looked visibly flustered. "Do you find happiness in serving as the chairman's secretary?" "Seongguk... Why are you asking that?" Secretary Yang was still flustered. I had never seen Secretary Yang this flustered before. "I've met Chairman Jeon Jaehyung and his son Jeon Taeguk a few times. Especially Taeguk, he wasn't very considerate towards someone like me." I changed the subject. "Where is the reunion being held?" "Ah, yes. Please go up to the suite." I followed Secretary Yang's guidance and took the elevator. After a moment of silence, Secretary Yang suddenly turned to me. "Seongguk, about what you said earlier regarding my son. May I ask what you meant?" "I'm only fourteen, but I have many things I want to do. I've developed SNS with friends and even tried being an idol trainee. But I was wondering if Secretary Yang's son is really doing what he wants right now." Ding. The elevator arrived at the suite. Secretary Yang guided me and then took the elevator back down. [Secretary Yang, wake up. Jeon Taeguk will never become like Chairman Jeon Jaehyung. He's completely yellow from the roots...] I adjusted my hoodie and stood in front of the suite. * * * Secretary Yang stepped out of the elevator, smoothing out his furrowed brow. Seongguk's demeanor just now was exactly like Chairman Jeon Jaehyung quietly reprimanding him in his youth. It felt like he was completely caught off guard. And to think he was worried about his son's future... In truth, it was Secretary Yang who had sent his son Cheolsu to follow Jeon Taeguk to a university in Utah. Cheolsu could have easily entered one of the Ivy League universities or a renowned state university with his academic abilities. Cheolsu wanted to attend his desired university, but Secretary Yang strongly discouraged him. Secretary Yang believed that serving the Samjeon Group generation after generation would secure his son the wealth he had amassed. In the workplace, it's common to pledge one's liver and gallbladder to the job. He thought it was best to earn a lot of money since mental health would suffer anyway, so Secretary Yang believed this was the best course of action. 'What parent would want their child to suffer...' As Secretary Yang walked, he saw Cheolsu struggling to keep up with Jeon Taeguk, carrying his luggage. Jeon Taeguk only had a phone in his hand. Secretary Yang clenched his jaw and hurried forward to grab one of the suitcases. "Father..." Cheolsu looked at Secretary Yang. "I'll help." "Thank you." "Cheolsu..." "Yes?" "Do you find this job difficult?" "There's no job that isn't difficult." At those words, Secretary Yang's heart sank. He had chosen this life so his child wouldn't have to suffer, but he ended up imposing the same hardships on his son... Suddenly, he was filled with regret. "Father, what's wrong?" "Cheolsu, I'll make some time later, so talk to Seongguk. You were interested in Ivy League schools, and you had the grades to get in. I feel like I forced you to follow the young master because of my own desires. It's not too late, so if you're interested, talk to Seongguk and look into transferring schools." "Father..." Cheolsu was too stunned to speak. At that moment, Jeon Taeguk called out to Cheolsu in an annoyed tone from ahead. "Secretary Yang, do I have to wait for you?" "Father, I'll go now." Cheolsu hurried off again, dragging the suitcase. Secretary Yang realized thanks to Seongguk that he had made a huge mistake.

answer:Each error message from the assembler pertains to a violation of the x86 or x86_64 architecture rules, syntax, or operand mismatch. Here's a breakdown of each error: 1. `movb 0xF, (%ebx)` - **Explanation**: In x86 architecture, `EBX` is a 32-bit register, and this syntax is generally correct for moving an immediate byte value into a location pointed to by `EBX`. However, if this code is intended for x86_64 (as suggested by other lines using 64-bit registers), the correct register name is `RBX`. The actual error could depend on the context not provided here, like if it's specifically an x86 vs. x86_64 issue, or if segment addressing is incorrectly assumed. 2. `movl %rax, (%rsp)` - **Explanation**: The `movl` (move long) instruction moves 32 bits (4 bytes) of data. `%RAX` is a 64-bit register, which mismatches with the size specification of the `movl`. The correct instruction should use `%EAX` for a 32-bit source or change to `movq` for a 64-bit move operation: `movq %rax, (%rsp)`. 3. `movw (%rax),4(%rsp)` - **Explanation**: The `movw` (move word) instruction moves 16 bits (2 bytes) of data. The syntax here implies moving data from the memory location at `%RAX` to the address `%RSP` offset by 4. The correct syntax for the destination should use parentheses around the whole destination, not just the base register: `movw (%rax), (%rsp,4)`. 4. `movb %al,%sl` - **Explanation**: `%AL` is the lower 8 bits of the `%EAX` (or `%RAX` in x86_64) register, which is valid. However, `%SL` does not exist as a register in x86 or x86_64 architectures. The likely intended register might have been `%SIL`, which is the low 8 bits of `%RSI`, so the correct instruction would be `movb %al, %sil`. 5. `movq %rax,0x123` - **Explanation**: `movq` is used for moving a 64-bit (quad-word) value. The instruction format `movq source, destination` is correct, but trying to move a register value directly into an immediate value (constant) is not. Immediate values cannot be destinations. To load an immediate value into `%RAX`, the reverse is used: `movq 0x123, %rax`. 6. `movl %eax,%rdx` - **Explanation**: Here, `%EAX` is a 32-bit register, and `%RDX` is a 64-bit register. The instruction attempts to move a 32-bit value into a 64-bit register with a 32-bit instruction (`movl`), which is usually acceptable for extending values, but the destination should be a 32-bit portion of the `%RDX` register, `%EDX`, to match data sizes accurately or explicitly sign/zero extend the 32-bit value. 7. `movb %si, 8(%rbp)` - **Explanation**: In this case, `%SI` is a 16-bit register part of `%RSI`, and `movb` moves an 8-bit (byte) operand. This creates a mismatch between the operand size (16-bit register) and the instruction's operand size specifier (`b` for byte/8-bit). To move a byte, you need to use the lower 8 bits of `%RSI`, which are `%SIL`: `movb %sil, 8(%rbp)`. In summary, most errors are due to a mismatch between operand sizes or incorrect register names, showcasing the importance of consistency with data sizes and adhering to the correct syntax and available registers in x86 and x86_64 architectures.