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Episode 005: Don't Bet if You're Not Sure (2)

My name is Yeonsu Kim. 19 year old high school girl.

Top 1% in national exams.

Even today, he is locked up in school and becomes a problem-solving machine.

just before the exam.

If you look around, all you see are tired faces.

[Hyangdan (香丹), push the swing string. Like pushing a boat out to sea. Hyangdanah.]

Finally, check the probable problem statement.

Chun-hyang met Lee Mong-ryong at the age of 16 and she said that she fell in love like a flame.

[Describe the emotion of the speaker in the underlined part of the above poem in 5 words.] [2.7 points]

'How do I know that I'm stuck in a place like this? I've never been on a swing before.'

Her hands know a sensation that her head doesn't know.

Aside from the thoughts that come into my head, my hands write down the answers on their own.

Ding dong ding-

Now the exam really begins.

damn test, test, test...

Now, when I look at the faces of my friends, it seems that scores come to mind before names.

How many dots are there on my face?

Drooling-

Fatigue, nervousness, and anxiety appear on the faces of their friends.

A Korean language teacher with a lot of irritation on his face comes in, checks the number of people, and organizes the test papers.

kinda depressed

'sister! sister! sister! I got 60 points this time! Hehe no, to be exact, 59 points! In fact, if you include the overwritten ones, it’s actually over 60 points!’

I was depressed and remembered yesterday.

my younger sister

She's a cute and lovely little sister, but she's been so far away that it's even awkward just with the two of them.

I think we held hands and went to the supermarket and sang together when we were young... From a certain moment, it became difficult for us to see each other even once.

However?

Yesterday, the child who used to walk into his room without saying a word even if he happened to meet him at home ran up to me with a wry smile and talked to me yesterday.

It's so good, but what the hell is the wind blowing?

The little brother's appearance was as cute as a purring cat.

To know that such a living thing exists on Earth... I wanted to hug her tightly with her arms and rub her cheeks at any moment, but I thought her sudden action would terrify me, so I just nodded her head.

‘You did well... Did you study hard?’

Then her brother's face hardened all at once.

In an instant, her heart sinks.

What else did I do wrong?

‘Sheesh, that’s it. As long as I have Teacher Junyoung, I can keep up with my sister’s score!’

No... Yuna, that's not what your sister is. She didn't mean to ignore you.·········.

But who is Junyoung?

An unfamiliar name came out of Yuna's mouth.

As she recalled the face of her younger brother who smiled brightly as she put her name on her lips, her vigilance and curiosity surged.

Looking at the name "Sam", it seems that she is one of the teachers at the academy.

‘Ah, that’s right, yesterday at school!’

‘Children, I’d like to introduce you to Teacher Kim Jun-young, who is in charge of the middle school at our academy. Have you all seen it?’

It is the name of the person who was brought in by Hoon Park, one of the Korean language instructors in the high school of the academy.

The person in front of the children who were frantically solving problems as the exam was just around the corner, looked around the classroom with a calm expression as if they had just taken a walk.

'Today, Mr. Kim decided to help the teacher for your exams. So today's class is for one hour with teacher and one hour with Mr. Kim, so I'm going to solve tomorrow's exam questions. Is everyone okay?’

But no one answered.

When Park Hoon asked the question again with an awkward expression, only then a boy in the front row answered with a tired voice saying, "Yes...".

I could see Park Hoon's face burning hot and the man standing next to him smiling coldly.

You couldn't see it because they were all bowing their heads and turning their pencils like crazy, but I could see the invisible tension between the two.

You don't look friendly enough to help out in class, do you? Why did the middle school teacher come into the high school class?

But the other friends seemed to care whoever was in front of them. The children who risked their lives to take care of themselves did not seem to care even if the person standing in front of them was an alien.

‘Come on, kids, this is sure to come out, so you have to solve it all and check the wrong answers! Solve it with the determination that your height will decrease by 1cm for every wrong question!’

As Park Hoon said, the first hour proceeded as usual.

Entering the classroom, Park Hoon placed a mountain of warm A4 paper that had just been printed on the school table, and handed out a copy of the written test questions to his children.

In a roll of paper thick enough to be used as a weapon, our school's expected problems were neatly arranged.

But the amount was really huge.

It is an amount that cannot be given without forgetting the fact that it is not just taking the Korean language test.

‘Teacher, are there too many of these? Tomorrow, not only Korean language, but also mathematics and Korean history!’

As one of the boys shouted in a disgruntled voice, the others began to murmur and sympathize.

Then, Park Hoon's face hardened like a Jangseung.

'Quiet and let go. Korean high school students are supposed to whine about having a lot of problems? As long as you don't solve the problem you said is difficult, other bad guys will solve one more problem and raise your grade. you. Would you like to spin the pen after going to college? Or would you like to go to the factory and run the spanner?’

And clapping the blackboard with the palm of your hand,

‘Those who are dissatisfied should pack their bags and leave. Don’t disturb others who are trying to study hard.’

...and nobody got up.

The dissatisfaction did not go away, but the fear of the future was greater than that.

Then Park Hoon twisted his lips as if expected, stood on his desk and shrugged his shoulders.

On the other hand, middle school teacher Kim Jun-young had a very simple appearance.

'Hi. I'm sorry to say this as soon as I saw it for the first time today, but if there's anything you don't understand, ask me.

After Park Hoon's time was over and we were knocked down, he appeared in front of us and came in with a few pieces of paper as if he was going for a walk to filter the wool, and handed out two of what he was holding.

One is the problem, the other is the correct answer.

I don't understand why the middle school teacher came in, but when I made the materials like this, the children's faces were filled with dissatisfaction in an instant.

As the atmosphere that seemed to leave his seat at any moment drifted through the air, a man named Jun-young opened his mouth with an indifferent expression.

'Isn't your exam tomorrow? Why aren't you unpacking and looking at me? He said he was also looking at other subjects, so solve it quickly and study it.’

Then, the boy who had previously complained to Park Hoon grabbed the test paper with his fingertips and fluttered in the air.

‘Sir, our school doesn’t come up with this kind of problem, does it? My teacher is not very good at raising questions that are likely to be objected.’

'okay?'

'Yes. When it is difficult, it is very difficult, and when it is easy, only very easy problems come out, and we also have to solve a lot of difficult problems to get a score. This is like number 10, Seo Jeong-ju’s ‘recommended speech’ problem. This kind of problem is not coming out because it takes a lot of work and there are a lot of objections.’

After finishing her words, the boy looked around her with a happy expression on his face.

Then she nodded her head as if the other kids agreed.

He seemed to want to release the shame he had heard from Park Hoon with that unfamiliar secondary school teacher.

He lowered his head and looked at the test paper.

10 times. In the following (A), explain the narrator's feelings about the earthly world with valid reasons. [3 points]

Obviously, it was a problem that the Korean language teacher at our school would not be able to solve well.

If it were him, he would ask the meaning of ‘swing’, a symbolic poetic word, or ask about the ideological background of this poem in a multiple-choice format.

In this case, it is a problem that can be solved only when the poet Chunhyang understands the ambivalent feelings toward the earthly world and understands the ideological background that triggered those feelings.

In addition, it was also a problem to receive a full score only if you had the ability to find the validity of the argument within the poem and arrange it logically.

The content itself is not that difficult, but considering that it is an abbreviated problem, it is a problem that is likely to raise a troubling objection from the point of view of the grading teacher.

I thought of the face of the Korean teacher who was always angry.

‘He can’t have a problem like this.’

It seems that Jun-yeong, a middle school Korean teacher, did not understand our school's writing style.

The children's dissatisfaction was understandable.

'okay? Do you really think this kind of problem won't happen? Are you sure you won't regret it?'

'Yes.'

But that teacher, Jun-yeong, doesn't seem to have any intention of getting along with the children's disputes.

‘Then don’t let it go.’

Did you come in with the idea of ​​teaching in the first place?

When she saw her smiling face as if she had no regrets, her heart felt cold for some reason.

That was yesterday.

* * *

And now there are 10 minutes left until the end of the exam.

I could recognize the identity of the coolness I felt yesterday.

"crazy···"

Without realizing it, a voice came out of my mouth.

It's ridiculous.

'The problem is almost the same...'

Horrifyingly similar questions appeared on the exam.

Especially the high-level problems.

Moreover, I would never give it due to the tendency of a Korean language teacher, yes, even the 10th issue of the print I handed out yesterday had almost the same meaning, only the nuances were different.

Only then did I know

The leisure that the instructor showed yesterday.

It was not the attitude of one who had given up teaching.Crazy hit rate!

It was absolute confidence.

* * *

“Are you worried? If you say you’re sorry right now, I can take a look, how about it?”

If he didn't open his mouth even for a moment, he might have contracted a disease that would kill him, and Park Hoon was chatting around while waiting for the high school freshmen to return home.

White noise helps improve concentration, but black noise is a specification.

"Why? Do you think you will be like Yuna again this time? You seem to see the world too easily. This time, it's a real paycheck. Because I am not the kind of person who treats you like a director.”

However, as a matter of fact, I am sick. He said it was the law not to feed the sick.

I just opened my mouth and said a word.

“It looks like the kids are coming.”

I met a girl who was entering the academy with the door open.

She was a student who stood out in Park Hoon's class yesterday. She was Yuna's older sister and Kim Yeon-su, who was ranked first in OO High School.

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

But as soon as her eyes met me, she opened her eyes wide as if she were walking backwards from her.

what am i why?

“Oh, it’s Yeonsu! Yes, did you do well on the exam?”

When Park Hoon, who had been on standby all the time, ran to ask a question, Kim Yeon-soo shook her head for a moment and then looked at me as if to look again.

“·················ogue.”

Looking at some strange creature. Like a vigilant stray cat, he cares about his slender, slender eyes.

If you look closely, she has a similar look to Yuna Kim, but she has a completely different vibe, so if someone doesn't tell you, you wouldn't think she was her sister.

Kim Yeon-soo, who had been held by Park Hoon for a while, passed me by and entered her director's room.

and after some time.

The door to the director's room opened, and the director with the above-mentioned face walked out.

I don't know what Kim Yeon-soo said, but his mood seems to be quite up.

“Mr. Junyoung Kim and Hoon Park, you two are just there. Well done. That way, you won't have to say it twice.”

Park Hoon's face was colored with wonder. Then the director said to him.

“Mr. Park Hoon. I know how difficult high school work is, so I understand how much effort the teacher put in. But... the results of this test and the reaction of the students were a little..."

Park Hoon's face turned pale blue.

“But, since you’ve worked hard all this time, how about going to middle school and resting for a while? Don’t worry, teacher Kim Jun-young will take good care of the students during the break.”

After patting Park Hoon on the back a few times, the director turned his back and entered the director's room.

Kim Yeon-soo, who stood for a moment, stares at me without saying a word for a moment, then nods his head and disappears into his classroom.

"···no!? What is this? why me!?"

When Hoon Park, who had finished buffering, shouted, I saw Dooet, a student who was just about to come this way, shaking his head and returning to the way he had come.

“Oh, the test paper! Where's the test paper? Guys! Bring the exam paper you saw today!”

Park Hoon hastily calls the referee.

chin-

I said while putting my hand on Park Hoon's shoulder.

“440-910308-10307. Hana Bank. Kim Joon-young.”

And smile once in a while.

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