Change Your Life with the USB from the Future!

027 My House (1)

sonic wave-

The sound of applying tint and checking lips against each other.

Among teenage girls, she is Kim Yuna, who is wearing make-up with a sound commonly known as ‘Umpah Umpah’.

She is 17 years old. Yuna Kim, who was applying pink tint to her lips, suddenly started to laugh.

She then thinks as she glances back at my face in the mirror.

‘Isn’t this good enough?’

Pale pink lips on her white face. Pearls lightly sprinkled around her eyes glisten in the light. Her short, slightly curled hair fluttered as she moved.

It's the first makeup she's done since high school.

She was usually worried because she wasn't good at basic makeup, but she did well with makeup.

‘Hehe Jun-young, aren’t you ignorant?’

She had secretly borrowed her sister's new tint for her tomorrow's appointment. She looked into her mirror with a worried expression inside her.

She was provocative enough to have to deal with her mom's back smashing all over her body if she got caught, but she's decided to take this boldly for her tomorrow's appointment.

‘Oh, but can I really go? It might seem a little scary.’

In fact, she was not without worries.

No matter how much Yuna Kim believes and follows Junyoung Kim, it was another matter for her to go home alone with a man.

‘Why don’t you wear makeup tomorrow?’

With her face dyed bright red, she struggled in hasty worries.

While she was worried that maybe she herself is because she is Kim Joon-young falling into the path of her crimes.

'If you don't, it's a waste to practice today.'

After thinking about her for a while, she grabbed her cell phone and jumped up from her seat, and she began to take selfies of her, changing her posture from side to side.

As if she'd rather leave her makeup on for now if she can't wear makeup tomorrow, she presses the camera button hotly.

It was when she managed to get two of her favorite photos of her after taking her selfies for as long as thirty minutes.

Ding Dong-

Her brain, which she had put on earlier, was put on, and a notification sound was heard.

Then she picks up her cell phone and checks her own question.

[Private: I am 17 years old. I'm going to a house where a man lives alone. What should I buy as a gift? 50 Dream!]

I didn't expect much because intellectuals are getting bad reviews these days because of their brains, but surprisingly, there are a lot of answers.

Yuna Kim clicked on her answer with a look of deep anticipation.

However.

[Yeonsu-dong Gaebaekjeong: A man? Woman? For men, alcohol and meat! If you are a woman, thank you for coming!]There were only a handful of answers that seemed like a joke.

Other than that, there were only a bunch of punitive answers, and there was little information that could be of any help. That's the only advice that comes out.

[Red Jinpyo: A man's room? Gramun, of course, Kleenex.]

[Censorship King, Kim Censor: Young,,,,,,, already,,,,, Balladang,,, until now~~~ Things these days,,,,,,,,!!]

these are things When Yuna Kim saw this information, she tilted her head and opened her mouth.

"···Huh? It's not even a housewarming, are you going to buy some toilet paper?”

It was still a recommendation that I did not understand, but I think that there must be a reason why people recommended it, so I added Kleenex to the list.

And then keep scrolling down.

Then, halfway through, she finally found an answer that might help.

[Hermit crab: Hmm. Do you think a diffuser would be the best? In a house where a man lives alone, no matter how clean he cleans, he smells like a widower.]

"Five? widower smell? What is it?”

Search for the smell of widowers on the Internet window. The smell from the rooms of men living alone. It is said to be a very pleasant scent.

Then, Yuna Kim tilts her head as if she doesn't understand. Then she recalls the smell of Kim Jun-young.

As she thought of him, the sweet citrus scent lingered on the tip of her nose.

“You don’t smell like that?”

She went down reading the rest of her explanation with her questioning eyes mingled with her. So, the last paragraph of the passage.

There was an explanation that the body odor of the person with the most genetic difference was the most attractive.

"Eww···"

Slowly check the diffuser on your to-do list and start checking the next answer.

* * *

next day.

Yuna Kim arrived at the address delivered to her. But her address was pointing to a different place than she expected.

A typical two-story commercial building with only a signboard of a piano academy and a small training school on the second floor, while shopping malls of various industries are located on the first floor.

Unless Jun-Young Kim was living in a rooftop room on the roof, this wouldn't be the place for Jun-Young Kim's house.

Kim Yuna, who came with a diffuser, Kleenex, and various other things, looked at the shopping mall building with a bewildered expression, and then she checked the address again, and she called Junyoung Kim.

“Sam. I arrived, but I think I came in the wrong place. I don't think you're here?"

Then, Kim Jun-young's muffled voice came from over the receiver.

[That's right, wait a minute.]

I didn't say anything, how do you know? She looked down at her phone with her bewildered expression.

But then. I saw Kim Jun-young trudging down from the commercial building I thought was not.

As she watched Jun-young Kim calmly waving her hand toward this side, Yuna Kim felt some kind of anger rising inside her.

* * *

classroom.

This is a typical small school classroom. A wall with sheets of paper and a desk with graffiti on it. There are blackish marker blotches on the whiteboard.

“Is this home?”

Yuna Kim said with a sullen expression. The things he brought were piled up on one desk.

I smiled and opened my mouth.

“Work is home.”

At my words, the boy's expression changed to a more dissatisfied one. Then he fell on the desk and started muttering.

It wasn't that he was ignorant of his displeasure. Well, looking at the picture, it looks like he was dragged to the academy on his own feet. I smiled and opened my mouth.

“So you won’t attend my class?”

Then the boy raised his head and roared violently.

“No, that’s not it. You feel like you're cheating on something. I didn’t even know it was like this in the first place, and I even bought a present!”

He said, pointing to the desk next to the things he brought. The look with raised eyes is a look that others want to look menacing, but to me, it's just funny.

I glanced around at the things he had brought. From plausible items like diffusers to various retort foods and consumables like Kleenex.

It looked like he had scraped everything in the house.

Obviously, if it was a house, they would be useful, but at the academy, they were not very necessary.

"thanks. But I will have to take it back.”

As I said it, Yuna Kim opened her eyes and started looking at her with a look of what she was talking about.

“No, why? The smell of a widower... Oh no, I'm not saying it's bad. Still don't need it? Do you see what you need?”

He spoke as if he did not understand, but I calmly shook my head.

I had no intention of receiving anything from the students anyway.

As there should not be a single delusion between the student and the instructor, it is basic to not accept a piece of gum from the student.

Of course, there are a lot of teachers these days who don't care about such things and receive good things from their students, but in the long run, it wasn't good.

'It's easy to get behind the scenes. And the instructor’s subjectivity is also shaken.’

If it was an instructor, it was a way for both mind and body to feel comfortable to block anything other than the fixed salary in advance. If you start getting caught up in trivial things, this floor has no limits.

‘Well, it’s also a personal belief.’

I looked at Yuna Kim, who was discouraged, and slowly opened her mouth.

“I will take my heart. Now, let's start studying."

Yuna Kim's expression became even sharper.

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Yuna Kim walks out of her academy with a tired expression on her face. All of the items she had brought were still in her hands.I wanted to tell the academy to take it slowly after leaving it to the academy because it was too much to take at once, but it was an unavoidable choice as I am not using this academy entirely by myself.

“Oh, Mr. Kim. Is that student the first one? He looked very smart.”

As I went up the stairs, a man spoke to me. He was a man with white, snow-covered hair and an empty smile on his lips.

“Are there any inconveniences in taking classes?”

He is drinking hot cocoa and talking to me.

He was the director of this academy where I rented the classroom.

I opened my mouth to him with a smile.

"Yes. Fine. Thanks for your concern, it went well.”

Then he smiled like a freshman and held out a cup of cocoa.

In fact, when I first quit the former hagwon, I looked at the funds and qualifications required to establish the hagwon.

‘…it would be a little difficult to set up an academy right now.’

First of all, in order to establish an academy, a pure classroom area of ​​90 square meters or more was required.

In addition, additional costs for interior decoration and other equipment in the academy are additionally incurred.

Of course, in my case, the labor cost, which accounts for the majority of the operating cost of the academy, was not at all.

Considering the fixed costs of running an academy, such as textbook costs and car operating costs, it seemed difficult to run a stable academy with the funds I currently have.

'There...'

The documents required to establish the academy were not easy.

First of all, I needed an application for registration of the academy, the interior floor plan of the academy, the original rental agreement, the original identification card for the graduation certificate, the application for sexual crime and child abuse inquiry, the basic certificate to know the registration base, the location map, the building register, etc.

As the academy seemed difficult, the next thing I thought of was a ‘study room’ that could be conducted even in a private house. However, in this case, a completely different problem caught on.

It's just that it's hard to teach female students.

It was a relatively easy study room to open compared to a private academy, but male instructors like me had no choice but to start with a penalty from the beginning.

No matter how ethical the instructor was, it was not easy for parents to send a girl to a space taught by a male instructor.

Therefore, I had no choice but to think between the academy and the study room.

But the worries did not last long.

Ji Sung, who I had been in contact with for a long time, came up with a very simple solution as soon as he heard my concerns.

[Then why not rent a classroom from another academy?]

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As soon as I heard those words, an idea flashed in my head.

“…Yes, there were.”

I closed my eyes and cleared my mind for a moment.

A plan for the future begins to pile up in my head.

If all goes according to plan, within a year, I will be at the center of the academy.

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