Change Your Life with the USB from the Future!

Episode 35: The flapping of the wings of a caged bird (1)

basic test.

It is a test that determines the level of a student's basic ability.

In the case of a local tutoring school, this test may be skipped and replaced with the students' school grades, but it is difficult to determine the student's level unless the instructor uses the method of interest.

For this reason, most academies set the future direction through a simple test when a freshman first enters.

Of course, that's a story when you reach a certain level.

“Have you solved it all?”

I don't think this method will work very well for a guy who speaks out in front of me with a cynical expression.

Almost all white paper.

Among the Korean language problems, only a few literary passages were solved, but Korean grammar, English mathematics, social studies, and science problems were not touched.

Any student would be shy, but this guy is just looking down at the desk with a cold expression.

Rather, the boy's mother, who was inevitably with him, was just staring at him with her red-hot face.

“·················ogue.”

Glancing at the guy's mother, who was about to make a loud noise at any moment, she opened her mouth to her.

“Have you solved it all? You have plenty of time, so let's take it slow again. What I'm doing right now is not because of the score, but because I'm trying to check your skills."

I look at him and speak slowly, and he rolls up the corners of her mouth and opens her mouth.

"I know. I've been to a lot other than here. But what are you going to do if you're holding on to something you really don't know? Do you want to take a picture?”

It was an answer with a sense of malice towards something, beyond the fight that he was not interested.

His eyes turned to my mother for a moment, then back to the desk.

Then she looks at me as her mother lets out her sigh. Then she smiles bitterly and opens her mouth.

“Can you, sir?”

Looking into her eyes, she felt that she had gone through several academies.

It was a look that felt a little bit of anxiety and anger, hope and resignation at the same time.

I nodded her head slowly towards her.

What can I not do?

* * *

Quiet classroom.

Currently, classes are being conducted by level, so only a few students are sitting in the classroom except for this guy.

“Oh, sir, it’s so difficult…”

One of the girls said while the class was going on.

Then, as if the other students had similar opinions, she nodded her head.

"that's right. My head just hurts…”

“Oh, please tell me something interesting!”“I want a lump sum payment for my break time.”

The basics of the basics.

Basically, there were many students in the class who had a hard time with the class itself, so the atmosphere was generally distracting.

I just cut it off.

"stop. If you don't want to regret next week's test, you'd better suffer now."

If you take a class with students of your age, they will fall away in an instant.

The goal of this class was to teach the really basic things, and make it possible to do classes together, even if not at the same level as other students.

Once you raise your grades, even if you raise them, you must first have enough basic knowledge to be able to take classes with other students in order to maintain that score.

But whether they know my heart or not, the students are enduring the time as if they are looking at me like a guard.

When I try to concentrate, it pretends to be focused for the first ten minutes or so, then turns to the desk or roars silently like a salted earthworm.

However, there were some students who stood out.

Park Il-han

He was the name of the guy who was tested for cynicality yesterday.

Even among the students who couldn't concentrate, he was one of the best in the military.

It's not like he's sleeping or talking.

However, he is sitting on a chair in an upright posture, making a characteristic expressionless expression. And for the whole 90 minutes.

"why?"

When my gaze did not leave him, he looked at me and asked.

“Fill out formative evaluations from 1 to 5. Don't let go of saying you don't know this time."

As soon as I say something, he bows his head and solves the problem. I looked down at the back of the guy's head.

“·················ogue.”

This guy Park Il-han did it without hesitation whenever I pointed it out, but she never did anything on her own.

However, it was one of the characteristics commonly found in children of this age, so there was nothing to say.

But if there is one peculiar thing, whenever I close my eyes, how about observing the people around me with quiet eyes?

For some reason, like a director looking at the actors, he is just looking at the people around him with cold eyes.

Looking at him reminds me of a conversation I had with his mother yesterday.

.

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‘Hey, my brother and my sister didn’t rot once inside me, and I went to a prestigious university and grew up prosperous, but I don’t know why this guy is the only one doing this.’

The classroom after the test was over. While Park Il-han was in the car, his mother started talking with a dark expression on her face.

‘I’m not saying this to the teacher, but I don’t know how many times this academy has already been held. In the meantime, I've tried putting in large academies, and trying to put in a cram school that teaches...'

She continued her speech, shaking her head in anguish.

‘No, no matter how much school you send, your child’s grades don’t change, so can we just endure it? Some people are the first to bring up the story, but most of them just asked me to keep an eye on them, so there was nothing I could do.’

After stopping her for a moment, she let out a sigh.

As I handed him a cup of tea, he took a sip and started lamenting again.

‘If you listen to my friends’ stories, it’s just that I’m a bit of a procrastinator, and I used to go into prestigious universities abroad, but this doesn’t mean my kid is going to a strange university…’

Her voice begins to fill with resentment.

Who is the resentment towards?

Is it a resentment towards the instructors who did not get good grades, or a resentment towards the child who gnawed at his face?

‘Mother, don’t worry too much. She will get better in the future.’

He tried to deter her, but she shook her head as if she didn't know her, and opened her mouth.

‘Don’t say something you don’t know. What is the wind these days? Because once you enter the room, you don't want to leave. I'm worried that I'm doing something strange with my computer, but if I knock on the door, I get nervous, so can you recognize me? Heh, he's quiet outside, so be patient. How much tissue paper do you use……”

As if fortunately, she sighs and sips her tea.

It was bittersweet. The more I listened to her story, the more saddened I became.

After all, the reason she's uneasy is because she's been closer to herself than to her child in the end.

'Teacher. As long as we raise our child's grades, we can take care of the real teacher without being upset. And if you send me a university in Seoul...'

Then she made a suggestion to me.

Having accumulated her wealth in a short period of time through her real estate transactions, she showed off her network, and it was her secret offer to mobilize her network if she could improve her guy's grades.

But I knew.

'Perhaps it wasn't a proposal that was made only to me.'

It must have been an offer she had already used many times.

So I guess I could just throw it at the first person I saw like this casually.

But even if it wasn't, this was an opportunity for me.

When I was working at a hagwon, I had to go through all kinds of different students, but every time I felt like I was rising to a new level.

Besides.

‘If it really doesn’t seem like it this time around, I’ll have to send him off to study abroad, what should I do? Why don’t you study hard to know that Korea is good when you go abroad and work hard?’

Personally, I was saddened by his situation.

In fact, sending a student to college is easy in itself.

Considering the power of USB that I have, it is true that it is strange not to be able to send it.

If I really put my mind to it, it was my ability that made it possible to train a lot of perfect scorers.

“·················ogue.”

However, even if students are admitted to the university they want through the USB's ability, if they can't stand it and wander, it could have worse results than failing to enter the university.

So, in the end, the most important thing was the ability and experience to endure in any case, and the harmony of USB.

“Have you solved it all?”

Listening to what he said and looking down, it seems that all the parts that he told me to untie have been solved.

Fortunately, the language was well followed.

Of course, it seemed that the Korean language was not as good as mathematics such as grammar or English, but it was confirmed that there was a problem that could be solved, and that he had a little will.“Is that all right? Can I rest now?”

As I was checking my answer, he asked me with a slightly anxious expression. Looking at the time, it's time to take a break.

I looked around and all the students in the classroom were looking at me with their sparkling eyes.

If I say no, it looks like it will eat my flesh at any moment.

As I nodded with a grin, the rest of the students, except for Il-Han Park, took out their cell phones and started to tap the keypad frantically.

If I had only studied in that class, would it have been possible to get 10th in the whole school?

However, Park Il-han, who spoke his words, slowly got up from him, grabbed a small bag, and hurriedly left.

Before he left the door, he felt a sense of relief when he saw the guy taking a sneak peek.

“·················ogue.”

In the normal case, he was cautioned that he wouldn't mind doing anything during his break, but he couldn't just leave him with a suspicious behavior.

Because there were a lot of students who came back from time to time to smoke cigarettes.

There are people who don't care whether students smoke or not, as long as they can improve their grades, whether it's a favorite food or not.

However, I personally disliked cigarettes, and I couldn't let the guy behaving suspiciously because I thought that it was not common for students to smoke.

As I went down the stairs of the academy while silenced the sound of footsteps for a period of time that he could not have noticed, I saw a pale blue light leaking from the dimly lit corner of the shopping mall on the first floor.

“·················ogue.”

Apparently, it was difficult to smoke a cigarette in a dark place, and it seemed to be illuminating the surroundings with the LCD of the mobile phone.

Recalling my memories of leaving the search battalion, I approached him while keeping my prayer secret.

And then, at once, he warmed up where he thought he might be.

OK.

“Ugh!”

The guy who was squatting in a corner of the hallway and knocking on something, throws what he was holding and screams.

As it scatters blue light and catches it flying in the air, the guy's face turns to contemplation.

what?

What I was holding in my hand was a small tablet PC.

He's a full-fledged guy with a keyboard connected to it.

“Oh sir! Why are you taking other people's things carelessly?"

Suddenly, he seems to have come to his senses and is about to take the tablet in my hand.

It was a face that was quite bewildered as to where he had thrown his usual cold expression.

Awarded.

I blocked the rushing guy with my other hand, checking what he was looking at.

“Oh, this is…”

[Old (舊) Moorim]

The site interface in his tablet PC was strangely familiar.

It was a web novel site where I stayed before I went to the military.

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