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Episode 15: Malt Study (2)

The instructor, who was a little worried, slowly opened his mouth.

“It’s not a very difficult class. Except the kids are a little bit special.”

Except it's special? Isn't that unusually difficult?

The Korean language instructor, who was taking over the handover, tried to pass the situation with an ambiguous smile as he was embarrassed by what he said.

“Fortunately, there is only one school, so it won’t be difficult to keep pace. Here, from ‘Chanki Paranga’ to ‘Ssangbang Raiders’ first fan cafe’. Normally, it should be ‘Reading and Grammar’, but this school is unique in that it is a ‘literature’ textbook.”

The range was quite wide.

Excluding non-literary texts, it was a fairly wide range from classical poetry to modern novels.

If it wasn't for the watermelon scramble, I had to touch on the basic theory of each work and the explanation of each work, so I might not have enough time.

“They are cheerful, but they may not have the motivation to teach. But you shouldn't be too harsh on that..."

She speaks in a subdued tone. But she didn't have a very good attitude as an instructor.

It's because the instructors who were usually pushed back in the fight with the students used to look like that.

gi fight.

It sounds childish, but it's actually one of the most important things.

Just as the first impression of a person lasts for a long time, the first impression of a lecturer on the students tends to last for a long time.

Of course, that's not absolute. In most cases, as long as the instructor did not make a big mistake, it was safe to say that the atmosphere that was well captured in the beginning will last until the end.

But it was difficult to catch the beginning.

It's easy for me to become a self-studying machine because of the pressure from all directions no matter what the CSAT is. It was really hard for the students who could not overcome the pressure and gave up.

In their case, if they were defeated in the initial battle, nightmares would unfold after that.

Seeing them not listening to words, not doing their homework, and chatting among themselves, atheists were bound to seek various gods in their minds.

It was not something that could be overcome by faith.

In the end, I had no choice but to choose between the two.

Either I quit the academy because I couldn't overcome my temper, or I just gave up and wasted my time.

The instructor who took over for me seemed closer to the latter. Her sullen face was understandable.

“Anything else to watch out for?”

when i ask She struggled to make her bright expression.

But the more she did, the darker her face looked.

“There are times when the kids want to play, so you just have to be careful. You know you can never let it go, right? 'Cause there's no limit And um…”

She is contemplating whether to say something or not.

“Tell me.”

I ask again. She opened her mouth with a slightly embarrassed expression.

“Watch out, girls. Do you know a bit about it because you have experience? All the kids my age are the same. If it dries up, it's a big deal. If you find something strange, tell the team leader or the vice-president immediately.”

She uttered her meaningful words.

* * *We were able to finish the takeover sooner than expected.

The classroom, which had been empty before the handover, was soon filled with people.

at that time.

clap-

“Now, everyone, please pay attention. Let me introduce you to the new teacher. Stop chatting there. Concentration."

The head of the Korean language team came forward and started to introduce me to the staff in the office.

“This is Teacher Kim Jun-young, who will be in charge of the Korean language in the high school from today. Now, say hello to the teacher.”

He bows his head and greets the team leader.

"Hello. My name is Jun-Young Kim, from the Department of Korean Language, who I will be working with from today. Take good care of me."

After a brief introduction of myself, the Korean language team leader came and introduced me one by one.

“Greetings. This is our Korean Language Department, Senior Wang Teacher Kim. And this is English department, Mr. Park. Oh, you are a good drinker.”

As I listened to the teachers' names one by one, I was able to recognize the names of the two men and women I had met earlier.

Won-yong Kim and Min-ji Song.

It was the name of a man who asked about his academic background at the first meeting and a woman wearing a bright red off-the-shoulder.

Coincidentally, both were around me.

Kim Won-yong, an English major, is next to me, and Song Min-ji, a Korean language major, is in front of me.

Thanks to that, I was able to memorize their names with certainty.

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Other than that, for those who do not have business encounters, it seemed that they should memorize them gradually.

The sooner you memorize the names of executives or team leaders, the better, but the results are what the individual produces anyway.

There were few cases in which personal information was forced to memorize like a general office worker.

Tackle-

It was when I was preparing for class with that thought.

Someone suddenly put a cup of coffee in front of me.

It was a coffee from a multinational company called Star Coffee Shop, with the mermaid logo clearly engraved on it.

Who is it?

When I turned my head, it was Song Minji wearing an off shoulder.

She is making an arrogant expression.

The slight redness of her cheeks remained on her cheeks, indicating that she was the same person as her before.

But she doesn't speak for a long time. She looked at her tender lips and it seemed like she had something to say, but she continued to hesitate.

"What's going on?"

I can't see, let's talk Her mouth began to open.

“I’m sorry about what happened earlier.”

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“Have some coffee.”

And she shut her mouth.

I just put a cup of coffee in my face without saying a word.

I had no idea what I was sorry about.

At that moment, her eyes, trembling anxiously, entered her eyes.

Upon closer inspection, her hand holding her coffee was also trembling.

Reluctantly, as she accepted her cup of coffee, she nodded her head slightly and returned to her seat.

Again and again-

Her legs in high heels looked precarious.

As she contemplated it, she seemed to say sorry now that she had not been greeted earlier when she entered the office.

It's me, I forgot until she said something.

She seems to have been thinking about it all the time.

She was a hard-to-anticipate aspect when she saw only her flashy attire.

So it was even more sad.

Because that kind of personality is perfect for students to eat.

The male instructors were in good shape, but the female instructors ended up looking weak to the students.

For those who grew up faster than their heads, female instructors who were smaller than them were just a good target to make fun of.

In the end, the female instructors who survived the academy were one of them.

Either he has a strong personality by nature, or someone who has developed a strong character through hard work.

Those who did not do so were naturally culled and had to leave the academy.

This may be the reason for Song Min-ji's effort to look pompous and her insistence on wearing fancy clothes.

Camouflage for surviving as an instructor.

Knowing her hardship, I couldn't laugh at her.

Tok tok-

I was about to go back to work when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

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Looking back, it was Kim Won-yong. He said, looking at me and Song Minji in turn.

“Were you in K? Are you and Song-sama alumni? That's why you didn't tell me."

I wondered what he was talking about... Isn't this guy tired?

“Then, is it the same class as Song? Elder? Junior? Maybe a senior? How was your school days? Song?”

When I heard it, it was about Song Min-ji on the other side.

I saw earlier that she didn't seem to get along very well, but she is strangely interested.

I glanced around and saw her head over the partition. She could hear her, but she didn't say anything.

Kim Won-yong had the momentum to spit out what she had to say, regardless of whether she was there or not, but it was impossible for her to continue to let her name Min-ji Song appear.

“Not a mate. I came out of OO.”

Kim Won-yong, who heard what I said, made an inappropriately bewildered expression.

“Age OO? Are there any schools like that?”

Hearing the name just doesn't seem to come to mind.

Of course. The number of universities in Korea is 339, including 138 junior colleges.

Although it is decreasing year by year due to the cleanup of poor universities, it is still over hundreds.

Among them, there were not many schools with a level of recognition that one could recognize at once when the name was said.

“It’s in the city of OO. Not Seoul.”

“Ah… there?!”

I nodded my head when I added it.

Thinking that this would have been enough, I turned to the computer.

However, Kim Won-yong had no intention of returning to his seat yet.

While I was tapping his keyboard, I could hear Kim Won-yong's voice next to me.

“You must have been through a lot during that time. Still, you've come this far, so don't give up."

“Actually, as long as you teach the students well, that’s enough. What is the importance of school?”

“It is better to go to OO University and take good care of the children than to go to K and not teach children. Isn't it?"

Every time I pressed a letter on the keyboard, it seemed that a syllable of Kim Won-yong's voice came out.

I'm going to die of annoyance.

I'm going to say something because if you leave it alone, you'll be talking endlessly.

“Hey Mr. Kim, have you already made friends with the person who came here for the first time today?”

The voice of one of the people who was introduced by the Korean language team leader earlier cuts in.

Then, Kim Won-yong rushed to him with a smirk.

“No, my brother said that he came out of OO. He was telling me to fight.”

That moment. Everyone who heard Kim Won-yong looked at me.

The bustling commotion ceased in an instant, and several eyes pierced me.

From my previous school to here. Hakbeol was making me annoyed.

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"Teacher. Now this class is the class the teacher will be in charge of.”

The head of the Korean language team stood in front of the classroom and said to me.

Just by looking at the facial expression of the instructor who took over, I thought it was some kind of magical world, but the appearance through the blinds looked no different from any other classroom.

He was actually quieter than I thought. Quiet enough to not hear any noise.

There was not a single sound of speech or laughter in this class that would normally be heard in a class with trouble makers.

“Let’s go in.”

I was curious even if it wasn't the chief's words. What kind of students are there?

I grabbed his handle and turned it, gently opening the door.

And in it...

A scene that exceeded my expectations was unfolding.

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