Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 217

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 217

‘Really. Really bad.’

“Emily! Over here… Puhaha?!”

Joy, who had been waving her hand after spotting Emily muttering to herself, bursts into laughter.

A black A-line skirt that comes down to below her knees with an ivory-colored sweatshirt.

“Johann’s work, right?”

“…So annoying!”

“Why? It’s pretty though?”

It’s a modest yet charming coordination that brings out Emily’s appearance and atmosphere to the fullest.

It’s just not the style Emily likes.

“Are you kidding?”

Joy in a pink tennis skirt and a see-through sleeveless blouse, capturing both liveliness and sexiness at once.

Surely Mason would have been flustered as usual seeing this cute look and missed the chance to point it out.

“Aww. Are you mad? Should I scold him for you?”

“…Never mind.”

These are clothes personally chosen by a boyfriend whose fashion talent is so overflowing he increased H&M’s sales. It’s not like she completely dislikes them.

If she had, they would have had a huge fight.

“Why? What were you wearing at first that made him change you into this?”

“Well…”

“Hello, pretty ladies?”

Emily and Joy frowned as they looked at the tall white man approaching them with a bright smile.

* * *

“Who are you! Let go! Won’t you let go of this?”

“Kyaaaah!”

Annie and her friend’s bodies shake back and forth as their hair is grabbed and shaken by both hands.

The people around with wide eyes stepped back, unable to think of intervening due to the too violent scene, and the woman who grabbed Annie’s hair explodes in anger.

“What do bitches who know nothing about Johann think they know?! Let’s just die today, you damn bitches…”

“Whoa, whoa. Calm down.”

Johann, coming to his senses, urgently grabs the woman’s arm.

“Get lost…?!”

The woman freezes solid after seeing Johann’s face under his cap.

“Kyaaaah!”

“It’s Johann!”

“What?! Johann?!”

The surroundings instantly became noisy, but Johann and the woman only look at each other.

“Calm down, Josh.”

Her fan name is Wolfwife. An almost founding Wolfie, she’s a woman 4 years older than him.

‘I knew she had entered UCLA, but…’

He never expected to see her here like this, in this state.

‘But why is she here?’

“Hup?!”

Josh, who had been shocked that Johann knew her name, holds back her rising tears.

“Let’s let go of this first.”

“B-but these bitches…!”

They don’t know anything about Johann yet act like they do, going beyond babbling to badmouthing Johann with false facts.

How could she endure this as a Wolfie.

“It’s okay. It’s not completely wrong either.”

“That’s ridiculous! You’re already a photography association member!”

At Josh’s outcry, the women with their hair grabbed and the surrounding new students are shocked.

But Johann blinks his eyes.

“I’m not though?”

“What?! You’ve debuted how many models and actors, why!”

From 2011 until now, Johann is the person who took profile photos for over 80 percent of the models, actors, and singers who debuted under Rocky Management.

In LA where models and actors overflow like sand underfoot, 50 percent of the credit for them seizing the opportunity of debut and landing jobs and roles belonged to Johann.

Because opportunities don’t come if you can’t even pass the paperwork stage.

“To be precise, I didn’t do it.”

2011, when he started taking photos, was a time when he was reluctant to lose freedom due to excessive attention.

Unless registering as a photography association member could provide some new experience, there was no such thing, so he couldn’t find a particular reason to register.

‘And public perception is also a problem.’

Just like Annie and her friends did earlier, some people who only want to believe what they want to believe would gossip that photography associations only registered Johann because of his fame.

That suspicious gaze would always follow him even when traveling around the world later.

‘That’s not the story I want.’

Therefore, even if he were to register with an association, it would have to be after formally learning photography and sufficiently proving his capabilities through contest wins and such.

He wants to make it so they can’t even wear colored glasses, so they have no choice but to acknowledge him.

‘Of course, the biggest reason is to enjoy campus life with Emily!’

Once it passes by, these are moments he won’t be able to enjoy with these emotions and this youth.

Campus life that won’t come again. It was the biggest reason Johann decided to enter university.

“Now, let’s let go of this first. Let go and talk.”

“…Try badmouthing Johann in front of me again. I won’t end it at this level next time!”

The freed Annie and her friend breathe heavily in anger.

“C-crazy bitch! Who are you to boss us around!”

In this America where there’s freedom of expression, insulting others is also freedom.

Though the situation got dirty from gossiping.

“Me?”

Josh smiles coldly.

“Teaching assistant for Studio Art photography major that you guys are trying to enter. Josh Hamilton, 22 years old.”

Thud!

At the shock that struck their heads and drained all the blood from their bodies, Annie and her friend turned pale, and Josh, who had snorted, looked around and clapped.

“Now, new students hoping for photography major! We’ll proceed with orientation from now on, so gather around me! Johann, here, next to me.”

“…Ugh! This is abuse of power!”

“Dictator!”

“If you don’t like it, enter university 4 years before me!”

The situation just now where their hair deserved to be grabbed because it was grabbable.

‘They insulted him in front of the person himself and his follower, so this much is…”

‘Johann is really kind.’

The new students thought they were lucky not to be beaten to death and ignored Annie and her friends.

* * *

“There shouldn’t be any idiots here who don’t know the definition of Studio Art, so let’s skip that…”

Studio Art is an academic field that learns visual arts with a focus on actual production, teaching the process of handling various media and creating to develop practical skills and personal expression as an artist.

Josh, who is guiding the Art Department building, continues speaking while looking at the new students.

“Studio Art has various majors like photography, painting, sculpture, etc. You can major in one of these and take all or some of the rest as double majors, or you can just learn photography.”

However, since they’re first-year new students, taking only the main major isn’t recommended.

“You won’t be able to meet the credit requirements by taking only photography major anyway.”

Classes start next week and there’s a week-long course correction period, so they can think about it until then.

“Are there advantages to taking multiple majors as double majors?”

When Johann raises his hand to ask, Josh snaps her fingers.

“Good question!”

How can he ask such an excellent question? He’s so adorable I could die.

Josh looks at Johann and the new students.

“As a teaching assistant, as a senior who has walked the path you’ll take, here’s a tip: earn credits whenever you can, as much as you can.”

After finishing boring and difficult high school life, you’re excited and thrilled about becoming the college students you dreamed of, about becoming adults, and your heads are probably full of thoughts about enjoying fun campus life, but I recommend giving that up.

Studio Art is a place that emphasizes practical skills.

“If you don’t earn credits now, you’ll be registering for summer sessions starting next year.”

Absolutely. To graduate on time four years from now.

“Honestly, even if I don’t warn you like this now, you’ll realize it yourselves starting from next spring semester.”

Rustle! Murmur murmur!

“And this place is where you’ll practically be living from now on…”

Josh freezes as she opens the door and enters.

Johann and the new students who follow behind are the same.

Click! Click! Whirr! Scrape scrape scrape!

In the wide space brightly lit by warm sunlight, someone is carving marble with a grinder in the center, someone is drawing that scene, and someone else is photographing it with a camera.

No, they’re all professors.

Professors of photography, drawing, and sculpture.

Even professors of ceramics, painting, and installation art.

“What the Hell?”

It truly looked like hell.

* * *

“….”

Arthur Pickford, a White Man in His 40s who is a photography professor in the Studio Art program at UCLA Department of Art, clicks his tongue while looking at several photographs.

The photos Johann submitted as his portfolio.

‘These are amateur photographs?’

It doesn’t make sense. In lighting, composition, exposure, expression of subjects – nowhere can he feel the clumsiness of an amateur.

These are definitely professional photographs that drew out 120 percent of the subject and model’s potential.

The titles of the photographs tell him so.

[IT Company CEO]

[Street Cleaner]

[Sophisticated and Stylish Spy]

Photographs that truly feel that way even without examples attached.

“It can’t be… fake.”

There are too many interviews and SNS posts praising Johann.

All the artists under Rocky Management – actors, models, singers – expressed gratitude to Johann.

If this were fake, a scheme to build a career for a child, it would be impossible.

“With this level of skill, why bother entering university…”

‘Recognition.’

Not recognition from industry officials and clients, but public recognition. To build the story of having formally studied photography.

Associate Professor Arthur, who instantly grasped Johann’s intention, furrows his brow.

“This means there’s a high probability he won’t attend classes well…”

With skills where there’s nothing more to learn, is there any reason to attend classes? Even if he does come to lectures, there’s a high probability he won’t listen.

Slam!

“Professor!”

“What’s wrong, Josh?”

“Oh? These are photos Johann took.”

“…You know them?”

“Of course I do.”

As a Wolfie, she naturally has to know these photos.

Except for uploading self-composed songs to SoundCloud, he didn’t do official activities, which made countless Wolfies yearn for more. These photos taken between ages 12 and 16 were almost his only official activity.

“Seeing the models and actors in these photos walk the runway and land roles made us so proud.”

It felt proud as if the Wolfies themselves had accomplished it.

Also because of this, due to the rumor that you debut if Johann photographs you, many Wolfies registered at Rocky Management’s Directing Studio.

“For extras who can’t escape minor roles or aspiring models, he’s almost regarded like a god, like religion, you know?”

“Hmm…”

‘Is this why photographers in that field badmouthed Student Jefferson?’

Photographers in LA who make a living taking profiles of aspiring entertainers had been cursing Johann for almost 7 years, while other photographers pointed fingers at them for badmouthing a mere 11-year-old.

It was specifically about profile photography, and at the level of aspiring entertainers or minor role profiles, so it wasn’t widely known.

“So it was really disappointing…”

“Because he didn’t release songs?”

“That’s included too.”

While she was grateful he at least did photography activities, it was truly disappointing that he didn’t do activities in other fields like drawing or sports.

“Drawing? Sports?”

“You don’t know much about Johann.”

Music talent is just what’s most well-known, but Johann has countless talents including photography.

“Maybe other talents just haven’t been revealed yet because Johann hasn’t shown interest in them.”

That’s how much Johann had shown excellence in every field he’d shown interest in so far.

“Hmm…”

Hearing the words of teaching assistant Josh, which border on blind faith, makes him more certain of his earlier thought.

‘He definitely won’t come.’

Arthur felt disappointed but also relieved. It’s better for him not to come at all than to do other things during lecture time and disrupt the atmosphere.

‘Since he extended my lifeline, I should treat him well though.’

For instance, treating 10 absences as if they were just 1 absence.

“So what did you come here for?”

“Ah! During this new student orientation, the sculpture professor is putting on a sculpture performance! The drawing professor too!”

“Both of them? Suddenly? Why… Ah?!”

A huge shock hits the back of his head.

‘They’re targeting Student Jefferson!’

Studio Art is a place where you can major in one or several of various specializations.

A place where you can change your major anytime if you have talent. In other words, even if Johann applied to university wanting to major in photography, no one knows what might happen during the long four years.

‘Of course he’ll keep photography as one of his majors! But not attending photography lectures while attending other major lectures?’

This is exactly what the other major professors are aiming for.

“Those bastards?!”

Certainly Arthur himself did nothing to make Johann choose photography.

But Johann not attending lectures and having him stolen away have different meanings. The professorship that continued because of Johann might disappear because of Johann.

He grimaced and rushed out of the professor’s office, leading to today’s situation.

* * *

Sparks fly.

Hot heat surges.

Geniuses who achieved mastery in their respective fields enough to be hired as professors at the prestigious UCLA put forth all their might. They exchange heated gazes while looking at each other.

‘These unscrupulous bastards!’

‘Quick-witted bastard! Why does that teaching assistant go around blabbing!’

‘I just need to get his interest! That’s all I need!’

‘Pottery is really great too, Johann!’

Everyone’s eyes become dazed watching them accomplish things without exchanging any opinions out loud.

Josh looks at the teaching assistants from other majors, and they smile warmly.

However, her eyes say she wants to die from embarrassment.

“…Now! As you can see, Studio Art involves a lot of collaboration with other majors like this, and if you choose our photography major… you can collaborate with professors like this too!”

Rustle!

‘With, with professors?!’

‘Really?’

A collaboration with masters standing in positions they dare not even look up to.

When Johann’s eyes also sparkle with interest, the professors’ bodies move even more vigorously.

Click! Snap! Whirr! Whirr! Swoosh! Swish swish swoosh!

“…Then shall we leave so we don’t disturb the professors?”

“Yes…”

They began to carefully exit the space, and as soon as they all left, the professors stopped their hands, stood up, and approached each other.

Grab!

“You bastards!”

“You think you’re the only one getting the honey!”

“I don’t have a budget either!”

“Wahhh! Stop them, stop them!”

“Professor! Just grab the collar! Just the collar!”

Studio 1 Art was turned upside down.

* * *

“That’s it for orientation! Anyone have more questions?!”

After sharing various Q&As about course registration methods, corrections, dormitory issues, and various tips, it was already 5 PM, and the sun was gradually preparing to set.

The new students looked at each other and shook their heads, and Johann did the same.

“Good. Then do well with tomorrow’s club exploration and meeting with student communities, and let’s meet here again in a week!”

“Yes!”

The faces of the students answering loudly are bright.

It was that substantial and a time where they could clearly feel the difference between university and high school.

University where many things are different despite being just a 1-year difference.

Even Josh, who was only 4 years older, exuded such a mature feeling that they could fully sense that university was a space for adults only.

“Oh, Johann. Do you have time today by any chance?”

“Ooooh!”

“Sorry. I have a dinner appointment with my girlfriend.”

“Puhahahaha!”

“Tsk!”

Josh glares at the new students and extends her hand while hiding her disappointment.

“If it’s a date with Emily, it can’t be helped. Let’s get along well from now on!”

“Please take care of me, Josh.”

Thus the new student orientation ended.

“I’ll have to register my vehicle right when classes start.”

Johann crumples up the parking violation warning sticker and heads to where he had dropped off Emily.

Emily approaches with Joy, having just finished.

“Emily…? What’s wrong, why are you angry?”

“I’m not. Let’s go. See you later, Joy.”

They had all planned to meet together today.

Johann looked at Joy while pointing to Emily getting into the passenger seat, and Joy smiled coldly and shrugged her shoulders.

‘Something must have happened.’

What could it be.

But looking at her expression, she probably wouldn’t answer.

Johann gets in the driver’s seat and speaks.

“We have some time before meeting the kids, shall we go to the department store?”

“…Let’s go.”

“Haha. Alright.”

Johann started the car, and Emily, whose mood lightened slightly at Johann’s words, opens her mouth.

“How was orientation? Did you decide on a major?”

Studio Art has 6 detailed majors: photography, drawing, sculpture, painting, installation art, and pottery. According to his research, freshmen must choose at least two.

“Yeah. I’m just going to apply for all of them.”

“…Ah, that disease is acting up again.”

The disease of needing to try anything new to be satisfied.

Since Johann himself would be the one to suffer if he couldn’t manage his grades, she couldn’t stop him, but she still wanted to ask the reason for such a decision.

“Why?”

“Well…”

Johann told her about what happened today, and Emily’s mouth fell open.

“The, the professors?”

“Yeah. That sight was really cool, you know?”

Directly sculpting, drawing that process, and also recording it on video.

“You could change sculpture to pottery too. Wouldn’t it be really cool to install the works created like that?”

“…One of the empty auxiliary buildings in Vienna will be filled with that.”

Besides the 2 auxiliary buildings set aside for Emily, there were 2 other empty buildings left without determining their use.

“Hahaha! Oh, did you decide on your economics detailed major?”

“I’m planning to study micro and macro, and international economics for now.”

She planned to study those three detailed majors and register for others if she felt the need while learning.

“Wouldn’t micro and macro be enough? Even just those would give you a headache… Ah, it’s because of Edward, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Father said I must study international economics.”

BlackRock, which buys and sells stocks worldwide.

It seems he wants her to develop an eye for reading international economics and situations.

“How about here today?”

“You’re the best after all.”

Neiman Marcus Department Store located in Beverly Hills. Since there are no brands that aren’t luxury, it’s a place frequented by the upper class.

“Just last year, I would get a call immediately if I bought expensive things here.”

Because payment messages would fly to their parents’ phones.

But now that won’t happen.

“…That’s right? It really is, isn’t it? Now I can buy freely!”

Now Emily’s eyes sparkle, and Johann chuckles.

“Where should we go first?”

“Watches!”

University life where time appointments will become important. Unlike high school, being late won’t be excused.

“You know what my dream is, right?”

“Wearing a different watch every day?”

Of course not for life, just enough to rotate for about 2 weeks.

But Edward and Sandra never tolerated even such luxury, so Emily had to spend 12 years of school life with only 4 watches.

“Let’s do that. Oh, there’s Breguet over there. Shall we start there?”

“Yes!”

Breguet, a luxury among luxuries in terms of price range.

It was the moment they entered the store.

“Oh, Emily. How did you come here?”

Flinch!

Emily, who had stopped walking, sees her brightly lit expression harden.

“Did you come to look at expensive watches? If that’s the case, you should have said so! I would have brought you!”

‘So this is the bastard?’

The guy who made Emily feel bad during orientation.

Johann’s gaze turned coldly sharp.

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