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Episode 019: The Little Ball Launched by the Dwarf (4)

"No."

As I spoke firmly, a question appeared in Park Soo-han's eyes.

“...why?”

There are many reasons not to

First of all, even if you don't care about Kim Won-yong's fiercely staring eyes from the beginning, there are still a lot of other practical problems.

The biggest problem was that once I came to this academy as a Korean language instructor, it was difficult to touch the subject of English.

Even if students understand, instructors and parents will not understand, so it was better not to do it unless you were going to make enemies everywhere.

Besides, I couldn't ignore the fact that my major was not English.

Thanks to USB, students' grades can be improved enough, but teaching English, a foreign language, is a completely different category.

Unless it would ruin the children's language performance, it would be unreasonable to touch anything other than the test for now.

He shook his head slowly and opened his mouth.

“I hear English from other teachers.”

But Park Soo-han's expression did not understand at all.

“Oh, why? Teacher's class is perfect for me! The hit rate is really great!”

said the boy with an excited face. Then Kim Won-yong, who was sitting next to him, sneaks in.

“It’s because you haven’t studied for a while, the note test is all in the textbook, but what’s the accuracy rate?”

Kim Won-yong's face was full of embarrassment when he finished speaking.

But even after hearing that, Park Soo-han only made a determined expression on his face.

“No. Junyoung's class is of different quality. Is it because almost everything that you took this time came out? Rather, it doesn't matter how many times it didn't come out!"

Park Soo-han's eyes flashed to the point of being burdensome. It is a blind follower at the level of a fanatic who almost welcomes the headmaster.

The data was picked up in a hurry yesterday, so it seems that it was higher than the cut-off line even though the hit rate was adjusted.

If it's a mistake, it's a mistake.

Kim Won-yong's brow furrowed at Park Soo-han's uproar.

“It’s a lot of fuss because I got a few points. Did you get 70 points?”

Kim Won-yong speaks with a smile on his face. He seemed to think it was impossible to score more than 30 points.

In fact, it is not impossible if it is a regular school note test.

Because the note test is a short test with 12 questions at most, and the scoring is often done in turns between students.

However, oo High School, where Park Soo-han is attending, is an autonomous private high school with a high reputation for Spartan education, so the note test is also quite systematic and difficult.

It is enough to use the OMR card for every note test.

No matter how much the note test was for the parts that appeared in class, in general it was difficult to raise the score beyond what Kim Won-yong said.

Like Park Soo-han, people with the lowest English proficiency often find it difficult to even check the parts that will appear on the exam during class.

However, this test was not typical.

“I got 90 points. I forgot a few before the exam, but this is enough.”

Park Soo-han's answer lifts Kim Won-yong's laughter. He came out with sharp eyes and looked at Park Soo-han.

“Well, you did well this time. How far will you go?”

Park Soo-han started to laugh at Kim Won-yong's thorny words.

Looking at it, it seems that he has accumulated quite a lot.

“If Joon Young-sam does it, will it last a long time?”Saying that, he looks at me. It is the face that calls for my answer.

“Ah, so the teacher should speak English as well.”

It's a fight that sells handmade goods. At this point, he seemed to think that I would do it, and he had a tone without any doubts.

Actually, I was talking openly in front of Kim Won-yong, so I hit Bae Soo-jin in my opinion. That kind of nonsense was understandable.

However.

"I will not."

I just understand. My answer didn't change.

Because it was a request that wasn't worth listening to, even as I endured the loss.

Kim Won-yong was not the only English instructor at this academy. However, when a new Korean language instructor suddenly said that he was going to teach English, it was obvious what he would say.

This floor seemed wide, but it wasn't that wide.

Unless the output is large enough to take the risk, it is not recommended to act hastily.

“Are you really not going to do it? Other teachers told me to memorize only words and idioms like crazy.”

Park Soo-han didn't seem to care who was next to him anymore.

I looked closely and saw that Kim Won-yong's complexion had changed to reddish-blue.

Because he was the person who supervised Park Soo-han's English class until now.

He seemed to know who Park Soo-han was talking about, even without saying who he was saying, 'just memorize words like crazy'.

Fortunately, there were a lot of people in the classroom. If it wasn't for that, it looks like some kind of Satan would have been born right away.

So, at this point, Park Soo-han has to stop.

Because some people have already been looking around this way.

It's a notable composition, but the voice is getting higher and higher. It was also difficult to hope that people wouldn't look.

I opened my mouth to control him.

“Don’t gossip. Otherwise, you don’t even speak Korean?”

At my words, the boy's expression darkened.

If I say I won't do it, the English and Korean note test will be a problem from tomorrow, so that expression was not unreasonable.

“Instead, I will help you with the note test. Just listen to English from another teacher. Because other teachers' classes are more 'systematic' and 'clear'. I am wild.”

When I spoke first, being conscious of the other gazes, his expression brightened.

After all, his main purpose is to avoid sticks.

"Really? Oh yea! Then I will tell my mother that I only teach Korean!”

So, he uttered only what he was going to say and ran out of the school office.

“·················ogue.”

When he turned his head, he saw the face of Kim Won-yong with a deep trough in his forehead.

* * *

a week later.

As soon as I entered the classroom, many eyes caught my eye.

Eyes that are mostly questionable.

After Kim Won-yong came out with my academic background, he was like a cow and chicken with most of the instructors, so this kind of interest was unfamiliar.

But as long as I haven't done anything wrong, there's nothing wrong with that.

trudge-

But as I got closer to my seat, a strange sight caught my eye.

A group of students lingering in front of my seat.

Two or three students I saw for the first time were chatting with Park Soo-han.

"what are you doing?"

As I approached and asked, Park Soo-han frowned and opened his mouth.

The students who were present greeted each other with a surprised expression.

“Sam! You've been waiting a long time!”

Seeing the bright expression on his face, it seemed that his ass was okay today as well.

"Why?"

As I speak, the guy opens the exam paper.

“I got 95 points today. I was able to get it all right, so the next test won’t be fun.”

A smirk leaked out. Park Soo-han's bravado seemed to come back to life because he thought it was worth living.

“Who are they?”

I looked at the uniform and it was the same school as Park Soo-han.

unfamiliar faces. But their faces looking at me were strangely full of anticipation.

For a moment, I felt strong.

“Ah, it’s our school kids, they go to our academy, but they’re from a different class. The kids said there was something they wanted to ask you…”

The boy spoke in a crawling voice. He seems to have grasped that I am not happy with his eyes.

I was unwilling because the class was starting soon, but I couldn't refuse the students who came as instructors.

I opened my mouth slowly.

"Korean?"

When I asked him, he shook his head.

"no···"

Then, without opening his mouth, he glances at Won-yong Kim.

Meanwhile, Kim Won-yong is looking at his monitor pretending nothing is wrong.

“·················ogue.”

Keeping meaningless clicks on internet windows.

“English.”

The boy put his hand to his lips and said. It seems to me that I said small talk, but as a result, it was of no use.

As soon as Park Soo-han finished speaking, Kim Won-yong's expression was distorted.

Click, click, click-

The sound of his mouse click reached my seat.

Internet windows constantly floating on the monitor. Why do you only put Naver up like that?

However, the students do not seem to care about such things.

Only Park Soo-han scratched his head with a bewildered expression.

The students started approaching me openly.

And then, one by one, I pushed in the problem books.

“·················ogue.”

Somehow, as soon as I entered, the instructors looked at me with strange eyes...

In fact, anyone could be curious to see Park Soo-han's performance rise.

In fact, it was not strange for him to ask anyone who knew Park Soo-han about his secrets, as language is not a skill that can be learned in such a short period of time.

But it was not pleasant to come so openly.

Because I can't become a public enemy within the academy for students I don't even teach.

In such a case, it was good for me and the students to say no firmly.

The knowledge of English that students are curious about will be abundant for other English teachers than I do.

Of course, no one will follow me when it comes to previous issues.

I looked at the students and shook my head.

“You should ask Mr. Kim Won-yong, who is next to you, about that.”

While speaking slowly, he raised his hand and pointed to Kim Won-yong.

Then, the students' eyes turned to Kim Won-yong for a moment and then turned to me.

Their faces were full of disappointment when they returned. Come to think of it, if you were a student at this academy, you must have listened to Kim Won-yong's class at least once.

But that doesn't mean you have such a disgraceful expression on your face.

Kim Won-yong, looking at the monitor with empty eyes, caught my eye.

His face was red hot and he was shaking. This was unintentionally publicly executed.

“Can’t the teacher just look at it once?”

Then one of the students spoke up. She was the only female student who came with Park Soo-han.

"that's right. Please look at me for a second. It won’t take much time.”

at that time.

Drooling-

The sound of Kim Won-yong sprinting out of his seat was heard.

* * *

after class is over.

I stayed in the office and waited for someone.

Tick ​​tock-

The only sound in the classroom was the ticking of the clock's second hand.

The academy, where even the lively students have all left, is surprisingly quiet.

It's so quiet that even those who are afraid are afraid that even a ghost might come out.

at that time.

quiver-

The sound of the office door opening was heard.

Looking back, it was a familiar face.

“Oh, sorry for being late. I have some business to deal with…”

It was the vice principal who brought me to this academy.

He was in charge of my interviews and poetry lectures.

Perhaps it was because he was late for the appointment, there was a hint of regret on his face.

"Fine. I’ve been waiting for a while.”

As I said with a smile, the deputy director's expression brightened slightly.

"That's fortunate. Then go to the director's office and talk?"

I nodded.

Finally a month has passed. Today is the last day of the probationary period.

Now, after signing a formal contract with the vice president, the real life at this academy begins.

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