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Episode 002: The Straw in My Hands

I have been restless since morning.

Last night, strangely, things didn't work out because the strange old man took my debit card.

I thought there would be nothing better to prepare at home, so I got ready early in the morning and headed to the academy.

"Ah······!"

It was only after I turned on the computer that I found out that I had left the external hard drive I usually carried with me at home.

“Ha, I have no luck…”

Fortunately, I came early in the morning.

I was able to finish preparing the class by organizing the materials like crazy.

‘Let’s make a backup from the old man.’

With that in mind, let's make material all morning and connect the USB that the old man gave us yesterday.

[Not enough storage space.]

A message indicating insufficient capacity appeared.

The capacity of almost 1 terabyte is full of document files.

“···········?”

No, no matter how advanced science and technology is, it's a 1-TB USB.

Let's click on the [Middle School] folder, hiding the doubts that pop up out of nowhere.

"···what's this?"

[Korean]

[math]

[English]

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.

.

Inside, folders with the names of each school and all subjects were neatly arranged.

Perhaps it is a compilation of the names of all middle schools in Korea.

From Korean to English, to math, social studies, and even small test papers such as performance evaluation.

I wonder if some stupid academy instructor stole his data from the old man.

“I don’t know what kind of instructor you are, but are you paranoid? My hobbies are a bit weak.”

It seems that all the school test papers that exist in Korea are gathered here.

What are you doing to collect this vast amount of useless questions from a long time ago?

Out of instinctive curiosity, I opened the folder with [Korean] and [OO Middle School] written in it.

OK.

[1997, OO Middle School, Korean, 1st Semester, Midterm Exam]

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[2037, 2027, OO Middle School, Korean, 2nd semester, final exam]

The folder was full of neatly organized test question files.

Exam papers neatly organized by year, semester, and exam.

“Crazy… is this even possible?”

I can't believe it even looking at it It's ridiculous.

To organize all the types of test questions in many elementary schools, middle schools, and universities.

Not only this year but also future year questions.

This isn't usually crazy. to multiply

I got up as if possessed and looked for the folder on the desk where I had organized the exam questions.

OO middle school exam question from the previous semester.

Shrek. Shrek.

My eyes widened as I scanned the paper.

“···················································································!

It was the same. From a typo in a passage that the teacher accidentally turned over to question 19, where two answers were accepted due to objections from students. The same questions were horribly organized with answers.

no way.

Just in case, I started looking at the desk to find the oldest test question.

In fact, it was only possible to sort through the problems of the past exams if there were manpower and time. Usually, unless there is nothing to do, who will do it...

But

Among the exam question folders I have seen, it has definitely not arrived yet,

There was a folder containing future exam questions.

'If... if all those files are real...'

gulp. The saliva that I swallowed unconsciously and my trembling hands.

I carefully hovered over the folder with a date that had not yet come.

at that time,

- Ding dong ding!

The bell rang announcing class time.

* * *

It was time to prepare for the exam.

My mind was always on the USB in my pocket, but at times like this, I need to be more focused and focus on class. I work for money, but I can't afford classes.

At that time, a soft voice leaked out from among the children as they slowly checked the problem papers made for each school textbook.

“Teacher~ Teacher~”

The main character of the voice is Yuna Kim.

this school.

No, she was a famous student among other academies nearby.

Contrary to the outward appearance that she only looks docile, she is not in a very good way ·······.

“This academy is really boring! There is no vending machine in the break room, right?”

As Yuna Kim's voice seeps through the girls sitting in the front row

“Yes, sir. It's really not fun!”

“Tell me about your first love.”

Knock-

The atmosphere that had barely been grasped was shattered in an instant.

"Guys. You have a test tomorrow.”

I try to say it with a firm voice

“Ah, none of the other teachers care about us anyway, so what, only the teachers would have a hard time? Don't do that~ I'll tell Mom well, so let's just play!"

Not even the seeds are eaten. Students chattering loudly.

The so-called 20th Corps.

They scored an average of 20 in all subjects and never thought to rise above that.

Among them, Yuna Kim was a child with an excellent (?) ability to bring her students to their own level.

Not only in our academy, but in other academies as well, all the teachers who were sent out without being able to handle them all, who said that they are nanda even when they came to our academy, shook their heads and gave up.

But the scary thing about Yuna Kim is that she never acts alone.

She always drives the mood. It was the other children who became the bullet catchers.

So, it was difficult to openly avoid it at school.

Moreover, Yuna Kim's father is a city councilor from a native of the area, and her mother is a local resident who runs dozens of kindergartens in downtown Incheon alone.

However, due to her very demanding personality, she was hidden in the academy world that teachers avoided.

The director always assigned these children to me.

“Ehh. yes let's rest People come first, so if you want to rest, you should rest.”

When I spoke with the nuance of accepting, even the children who didn't pay much attention to the conversation raised their heads and started talking loudly.

“Oh really, sir? Oh really great! What shall we play? Can I use my phone?”

I raised the corners of my mouth and smiled broadly.

"Sure!"

Scared to open their mouths, the children each turned their hands into their pockets.

However.

You have to listen to Korean to the end.

“After I unwrapped all the exam papers that were handed out. Feel free to!”

Voices of anger burst out in a moment. But I didn't waver.

Tac Tak Tak!

hit the blackboard

"quiet! If you keep making a lot of noise, you won't finish class and you'll run hard to make up for it! After all, there are a lot of problems to solve.”

Ah-

The commotion subsides, and the children sigh and start solving problems again. Only Yuna Kim was pouting her lips and fiddling with her cell phone.

* * *

After some time, when she was getting ready to finish class.

Druck.

“Master Kim? Can you see me?”

The front door of the classroom opens and a cold voice is heard. was the manager.

For a moment, I sensed that things were going awry.

After telling the children to solve the test questions, we leave the classroom,

“Can you really do anything but this way?”

The headmaster's harsh rebukes poured out.

“For what the hell are you doing this...?”

Embarrassed, I glanced around the classroom and looked at the director.

The director's gaze was unusual.

“Isn’t it a bit shocking to ask because you really don’t know?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, but…”

“Huh… During class, I got a call from Yuna Kim’s parents. How hard it must have been for the kid to have contacted her parents!”

"Yes? Are you Yuna's parents? No, I must have been participating in class well before...”

The manager poured out his anger.“So isn’t it? Should the director answer such a phone call?”

“·················ogue.”

“Moreover, is there someone who knows what Yuna Kim’s parents are doing? After that, it's done. I was patient enough. If you think Yuna Kim's grades won't go up in tomorrow's exam, pack up and leave."

For a moment, I thought I heard it wrong.

"Yes?"

“Are your ears bad now? The parents of Yuna Kim's student said: If you are not confident in the exam tomorrow, prepare yourself.”

Are you trying to get over the crisis by sacrificing me?

It was 5 years. The time I devote to this academy. In the season when there was a shortage of manpower when it just opened, that guy who twisted me with all sorts of cowardice and rumors is now trying to tighten me up.

After a moment's silence, I opened my mouth.

“If I do, what will you do if I do?”

Then the manager just laughed.

“How much do you plan to raise if you raise your child’s grades that get 20 points every day? Can I make 25 points?”

“·················ogue.”

“Calm down and pack your things. Let's talk about severance pay later."

At that time, I could see Park Hoon behind the director's back. He pretends not to care about this and is smiling while looking at the textbook.

“What will you do if I upload it?”

When I ask, the director puts his forehead on his forehead and sighs.

“I’m just posting this because I’m not sure if it’s okay to take a good picture.”

“Then how much should I raise?”

"...to stay attached to this academy, wouldn't I have to get over 60 points?"

Raise a student who gets 20 points to 60 points in one day? It is impossible.

This is especially true in Korean subjects, where long-term effort is important.

“If it exceeds 60 points, well, I must have never dreamed of wanting like this. You have to negotiate a new salary. If that was the case, you would have done it earlier.”

The director picked up any words that came to his mind, saying he had no idea that he would lose at all.

Then he shook his head and walked out.

“·················ogue.”

As the heat subsided a little, I started to get a little worried.

I had a weak heart that I should have apologized even now, but it was already spilled water and stinged flesh.

“Kim Yun-ara…….”

The fight has already begun.

As I looked at Yuna Kim outside the window, the guy who had just been staring at her cell phone and chattering before turned to me.

The guy's expression is clear and clean, as if he didn't know anything.

There was no answer in the usual way. I have to raise my score to a whopping 30 points by tomorrow. It is also aimed at a very hostile guy.

In common sense, this kind of education, this kind of grade rise, is not a common case.

virtually impossible task.

So I also have to find an unusual way.

But how?

I'm short of breath and my shoulders are heavy. It is frustrating as if drowning in water.

The moment I was thinking about what to do.

I remembered what was in my pocket.

“...USB.”

A straw was caught in her hand.

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