Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 95
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 95
A small park somewhere in San Francisco.
A young couple who just got married a few days ago and went to LA for their honeymoon looks at the photos in their hands with tears welling up.
“We did well to get them printed, right?”
“It really seems like we did the right thing…”
They had asked friends to take their wedding photos because even the wedding photo prices were burdensome.
Naturally, printing photos taken during their honeymoon wasn’t part of their plan.
But they had no choice but to print these.
The best photos of their lives.
They had to frame and preserve them.
They stare blankly at the black and white photo showing them praying to the gods.
Someone approaches them.
“Did you make a honeymoon baby properly!”
“My goodness, Haruki!”
What if someone heard that.
Shocked, they cover their friend Haruki’s mouth.
Haruki giggles.
“Oh, our shy ones.”
Such overly timid friends.
He wonders how they managed to get married being this timid.
“Is that something you, being Japanese, should say?”
“My father is American. Was the honeymoon fun?”
Haruki’s expression turns sulky as he brings up the topic.
He and their friends had pooled money telling them to go to Las Vegas and have fun, but these two went to LA for their honeymoon instead.
At those words, the couple looks at each other.
“It was the best moment of our lives!”
“It’s thanks to you guys!”
“Right. We even bought gifts!”
From their eco bag that friends call a magic pouch, Native American specialties, Hispanic-style keychains, lighters, and more come pouring out.
“Pick whatever you like!”
“…You spent all the money we gave you on this stuff, didn’t you?”
“N-no we didn’t!”
“Right! We ate lobster in Long Beach, saw stars and night views at Griffith Observatory, and took photos in front of the Hollywood Sign. We did everything!”
“Look at the lobster photos.”
Haruki can guarantee it.
His friends probably ate small shrimp, not lobster.
“Th-they’re on the computer! We didn’t want to lose our phones!”
“Should we check the computer tonight?”
“It really was fun! We even took photos like this.”
“Right. Speaking of photos, I’m getting annoyed again. Me, your friend who works at the California branch of Readers…”
“You’re terrible at taking photos… Haruki?”
“…Where did you take this?”
“Silver Lake!”
“Listen to us for a moment!”
They couldn’t waste the money their friends had pooled together.
So they had no choice but to research thoroughly, and that’s how mega blogger ‘Anna’s Diary’ caught their radar.
She said this about that mural.
That it was a march of science transcending time that could be seen without going to Griffith Observatory, and the story Hugo Ballin wanted to complete.
She said the 5th floor mural, ‘The World’s Story Watched by Stars’ and Silver Lake Mural Street were must-visit places.
“So even though it was expensive, we paid extra for transportation and went…”
“There was a kid taking photos who offered to help?”
“Yeah. But it turned out he was taking his family photos.”
“We didn’t know that and asked him. We felt so sorry!”
“So you’re saying some kid took this? …These photos?”
It doesn’t make sense.
Since he works in the editorial department of the California branch of the world-renowned monthly magazine Readers Digest, he can say this with certainty.
‘This seems comparable to Jenkins?’
Jenkins Told, Readers Digest’s exclusive photographer.
A Pulitzer Prize-winning photojournalist, and most photos he takes end up on the cover.
The level of lighting, composition, and all other elements is incredibly high.
If it were just one photo, he would have thought it was a miraculous shot taken by coincidence upon coincidence. But there are five such photos.
They’re all the same quality.
“You think they’re well taken too, right?”
“We think they’re the best photos we’ve ever seen!”
Among all the magazines, weekly publications, and daily papers they’ve seen.
“What’s this kid’s name? Where does he live?”
“He seems to live in LA, and his name is Johann?”
That name was written in the email address.
“He seemed somewhat famous?”
“Yeah. People recognized him.”
“A somewhat famous Johann…”
Haruki’s eyes grew serious.
Then he has a realization.
“Could you let me borrow these photos?”
“Huh?”
“I want to try getting them published in Readers.”
The story they experienced is good too.
“What-?!”
The couple was shocked.
* * *
Click! Click!
Early morning when the dawn dew hasn’t evaporated yet.
Johann photographs the scenery of Fairmont School.
The school has quite a dreamy feeling as the dawn fog disappears.
“Hi, Johann!”
“Hi, Emily, Lucy.”
“What are you… doing? And what’s that camera?”
“I bought it 10 days ago.”
He was too busy until now and only managed to bring it out today.
“Oh, you finished the mural yesterday, right?”
The vast Rocky Mountains and the small-sized Rocky Management Staff Members and Artists standing in front of them drawn in Rocky Management’s lobby mural.
Even the Rocky Management logo drawn with clouds received praise from everyone.
He’s thinking of resting a bit before drawing the Lewis & Boris Law Firm mural.
“That too.”
He also finished a very important task that he had been immersed in, cutting back on sleep.
“10 days ago was when Grandmother came… right? Wait. Were those photos uploaded to your Instagram story taken by you?”
“So what?”
“Why?”
“Huh?”
Emily and Lucy, who know Johann’s photography skills, are greatly surprised.
Johann’s Instagram had various other photos including ones of Grandmother, Larry, and Johann together, but they were such high-level photos that they thought he must have hired a professional photographer for the grandmother who came from another province.
The photos taken against the backdrop of ‘Stories of the World Watched by Stars’ and ‘Fire is Always Targeting Us’ were also so excellent that they naturally thought so.
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Did I not mention it…? I guess I didn’t.”
He seems to have forgotten because he’s been so busy lately.
“Anyway, stand up. You know those poses leaning against the wall?”
“Th-this?”
“Yeah, that.”
It was worth attending the modeling class at Rocky Management.
She’s quite well-positioned.
“Now lower your chin and look at the sky cynically. Good. Hold your breath.”
Click! Click!
“Good. Beautiful.”
“So, did it turn out well?”
“Take a look.”
“…Oh, my God.”
Lucy also widens her eyes.
The cold, sharp yet warm color tone characteristic of dawn.
Emily leaning against the wall looking at the sky is touched by dawn fog that’s rare to see in LA.
Her school uniform looks like luxury goods, and her shoes look like luxury goods too.
No, Emily herself is just glowing.
‘Is, is this me?’
Even though she’s taken countless photos before, it feels unfamiliar.
It feels like someone else, not herself.
“My God!”
“I’m not though.”
“It doesn’t matter! You’re my God from now on!”
“Lucy, you want me to take photos of you too, right?”
“I love you!”
“Ugh!”
“Hey! That’s not necessary!”
“Sorry. I suddenly felt disgusted. Walk over from there.”
“Okay!”
Click click click!
“Kyaa!”
“Emily! Lucy! Johann!”
“Hi, Joy, Mason.”
‘Why are these two coming to school at the same time?’
Their school arrival times were definitely different.
Mason was a bit later.
Mason approaches Johann, who’s puzzled.
“Hi, Johann! What, what are you doing?”
“Johann is taking photos for us! Look at this! He just took this!”
Joy, whose eyes have completely flipped, looks over.
“I want one in the lobby!”
“I don’t want to.”
Since she’s making a request like a demand, he suddenly doesn’t want to do it.
“I’ll love you!”
“Ugh!”
“I’ll buy you hamburgers! One per location!”
“Let me take a few more of Emily and Lucy first.”
The midterm exams were over anyway, and the mural was painted too.
He had plenty of time.
* * *
“I wonder what happened yesterday.”
Fairmont School newspaper club.
Reporter Joanna opens her laptop.
The Fairmont Weekly, published as both daily and weekly editions.
It’s quite a popular newspaper that covers various competition schedules and results, school schedules, poetry and comics, and stories about students and teachers.
Moreover, it’s sports season now.
They just need to print the newspaper and bring it to the lobby for it to sell out.
‘That’s why it’s disappointing.’
Because of Johann.
Johann, who had been creating issues from the moment he transferred in.
He even has a fan club called Wolves now.
However, when his baseball player qualification was revoked recently, one source that always worked disappeared.
“SNS is permission to use their stories…”
‘If you’re upset, come and confront me!’
That would also become a source for articles.
Her eyes gleam as she checks the students’ SNS.
“Huh? Sherman posted another photo. She’s always posting photos…”
Joanna, who was blinking, quickly takes out another laptop and starts typing on the keyboard.
Shocking! Emily Sherman, Model Debut?
“Duane!”
“What?”
“Go to Sherman right now and find out which brand she signed with! How much the contract fee is, and if it’s an exclusive contract like Johann’s!”
“…What are you talking about?”
The male student who approached with confusion quickly turns around.
Emily Sherman, who looks like a model in a photo shoot to anyone.
The school uniform she’s wearing is even from Fairmont School, which they attend.
Since brands like Tommy Hilfiger and Polo all handle school uniforms, they need to fact-check thoroughly.
“I’ll be back!”
“…Ha, I got myself an article.”
And it’s big news enough to be featured in the Fairmont Weekly.
It was the moment she grinned and continued reading Emily Sherman’s Instagram story post.
“Huh…?”
Joanna blinks again.
“Johann took it? …No way.”
It’s probably a photographer named Johann.
She shook her head and began to continue her SNS exploration.
And a little later.
Joy Brown Model Debut?
Lucy Miller Model Debut?
Mason Moon Model Debut?
She alternated between looking at the contents written in her second notebook and the SNS posts of Johann’s family, then kicked her chair and stood up.
Crash!
“Teacher-!”
It seems Johann has discovered another talent.
This one seems pretty serious.
The fifth-grade student ran toward the Fairmont newspaper club’s supervising teacher.
* * *
“How can there not be a single shot worth discarding?”
As far as these girls who were interested in fashion knew, you had to take hundreds of photos to barely salvage one or two.
But the photos Johann took for them were different.
More than 80 percent were worth keeping.
The remaining 20 percent were only slightly inferior compared to the 80 percent, but they were still excellent photos.
About the difference between A and B+.
‘It’s because Eisenstaedt used film.’
Film was expensive, so you had to put care into each shot. Yet you also had to capture the subject before they moved.
As a result, his body naturally moved to find the optimal composition and lighting.
And such a person was given a digital camera.
A magical camera where you didn’t have to worry about film costs no matter how much you shot.
Naturally, every cut had to be the best.
“There are many failures too.”
There were quite a few C-grade and D-grade photos as well.
“Even the failures are better than what we took!”
“We’re doomed! What do we do now that our standards are so high!”
From now on, they wouldn’t be satisfied with any photos they took.
Unlike the guys who reacted with “Oh, I guess I’m originally handsome. I should show this to mom,” Johann narrowed his eyes as he watched the three women clutching their heads.
“One hamburger per photo.”
“That’s expensive!”
“You mean choosing one photo from several, right?”
“Absolutely one photo.”
The quality is random.
It’s gambling.
“If you don’t like it, forget it.”
“That’s too much!”
“You know that without demand, there’s no supply.”
Prices are formed because there’s demand from these three women.
It’s basic economic logic that any Fairmont School student would know.
“Ugh! How frustrating!”
“God! Why did you give such talent to that cold-blooded person!”
‘Isn’t your God me?’
Slam!
“Is Johann Jefferson here?”
Everyone closed their mouths and looked toward the classroom door, where a fifth-grade student was looking around.
“I’m Johann Jefferson…”
“The principal is looking for you. Go quickly. I’ve delivered the message.”
“…I didn’t cause any trouble.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
Johann calmed his friends’ strange looks and headed to the principal’s office, puzzled.
Principal’s office.
The principal and teachers were gathered around a computer.
“Damn…”
“As a teacher… please use more refined language.”
“It’s just an exclamation.”
“Quiet, quiet! The principal is here!”
As the teachers quieted down, the vice principal looked at the principal.
“What do you think, Principal?”
“Really… remarkable.”
Photos taken in various places around Fairmont School’s grounds.
The gradually brightening expressions of students according to the time change from dark dawn to warm morning were exquisite.
It made one wonder if Fairmont School had so many students with modeling talent.
“Are these really taken by student Johann?”
They looked like photos taken by photographers from magazines, publications, or journals.
“The newspaper club reporter students have finished cross-verification! These were indeed taken by student Johann this morning and posted by student Sherman and others!”
“Oh, God.”
How could one person possess so many talents?
Perhaps he had been underestimating the limits of human potential.
It was a moment when his educational philosophy was shaken.
Knock knock knock!
Everyone’s gaze turned toward the open principal’s office door.
“Hello?”
“Oh, Johann! Come join our newspaper club… mmph? Mmph!”
“Well, let’s go.”
“Then we’ll be going.”
In America, student counseling is the principal’s job.
As the teachers filed out in a group, the principal smiled warmly.
“Would you like a glass of iced chocolate?”
“Yes, well…”
‘Is taking photos of friends such a big mistake?’
Or did some big incident he didn’t know about happen?
Johann’s eyes rolled around as he sat on the sofa.
‘The body signals are favorable though…’
‘The One Who Became a Star’ said so.
Clink!
“It’s already been four months since you transferred to Fairmont.”
So many things had happened during that time.
Starting with going on volunteer activities to care for a washed-up pitcher and raising the school’s honor, Johann had accomplished so many things.
“When you presented ‘Dream – A Journey on a Boat,’ I couldn’t help but dance foolishly.”
He was certain then.
This child is truly extraordinary.
He could become anything.
But Johann showed progress that far exceeded such expectations.
From treating dementia patients with music to the recent mural.
If it weren’t for the school’s image as a prestigious private institution, he would have commissioned a mural.
“You’ve elevated the school’s honor so much, yet as a teacher I feel very sorry for not having done anything for you. I still feel sorry now.”
“…Did I cause some kind of trouble?”
Why is he praising me like this.
It feels good, but it also makes me wary.
‘Tsk.’
The principal clicks his tongue inwardly at Johann’s guarded expression.
However, his face still maintains a smile.
“You must have been surprised by the sudden call?”
“Yes. Whatever the outcome, I’ll accept it calmly.”
“You took photos with your friends today. Right?”
“…We took them this morning.”
“They turned out great. You really captured our school and students beautifully.”
Honestly, they’re much better than the results from photographers we’ve commissioned for school promotion so far.
The difference is clear even to a non-professional.
Johann’s photos definitely contained a compelling story.
‘Hmm? School promotion?’
“So, I’d like to use them for school promotion. Would you give us permission?”
After the upcoming summer vacation ends, a new semester will begin.
4th graders will move up to 5th grade, and 5th graders will advance to middle school – an ending and a new beginning.
It’s time to accept new students.
So we need to create promotional catalogs for parents to distribute and upload to our website, and Johann’s photos would be perfect.
‘…Ah?’
Now I understand why he was praising me so much.
Johann leaned back and smiled.
“How much did you look into before coming here?”
And photo commissions go through Rocky Management.
The principal’s bright, sparkling eyes suddenly twisted with frustration.
* * *
After leaving the principal’s office, Johann quickly calls Planning Team Manager Andrew Pearson.
He needs to let him know that a commission will be coming from Fairmont so he won’t be surprised.
-Oh, perfect timing for your call.
‘Huh?’
-Did you happen to take photos of a couple at the mural building recently?
‘Mural building? Ah!’
“Yes, I did.”
It was a newlywed couple in rather shabby clothes who had just gotten married.
“Why? Did something happen?”
-Something happened alright. That photo and their story made it onto the cover of Reader’s Digest.
And because of that, all the media in California are frantically searching for Johann, the LA photographer.
“…Whaaaat?!”
In front of the classroom, Johann leans against the wall with his hand and blinks.
Still unbelievable news.
Reader’s Digest is a global monthly magazine with an enormous subscriber base.
A magazine that Larry and Ada also subscribe to monthly.
That’s why it’s so hard to believe.
‘…Tsk. Well, it’ll work out somehow.’
This is probably just a brief moment of attention.
Johann shakes his head and opens the door to enter the classroom.
“Jo, Johann!”
Emily, pale as a sheet, quickly approaches.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“Do, don’t be shocked when you hear this. I, I just got a modeling offer.”
“Huh?”
“Polo sent me a message asking if I’d be interested in modeling-!”
Through an Instagram message.
“…Wow, congratulations.”
Modeling was Emily’s long-time dream.
She’s reached the starting point.
Whoosh!
“It’s all thanks to you! Kyaaaaa!”
Johann’s eyes widened as Emily suddenly hugged him.
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