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Episode 058: The Price of Poverty (3)

"no, I do not want."

Kim Ja-young said. She was like a hedgehog with thorns.

“Why am I going here?”

She looked at Joon-young with a wary expression on her face.

Then Park Soo-han, who was standing behind them, turned his eyes with a nervous expression. She seemed embarrassed by Kim Ja-young's attitude as she had brought her Kim Ja-young to her Jun-young.

It was a situation that could have been a bit embarrassing for her Jun-young, who had heard from her Park Soo-han about her pitiful situation for her Kim Ja-young and asked her to bring her.

But.

"okay? really hate it Then I don't care."

Joon-young smiled softly and nodded her head. She seemed to have no regrets about her rejection.

Rather, Park Soo-han, who was only watching from behind her, only shouted with an embarrassed expression.

“Sam!”

It was a desperate look.

She looked at Joon-young with a look that Park Soo-han should never have happened to.

She looked at him and nodded her head as if Jun-young was reassured.

“But let me ask you one thing. Why did Suhan follow you when you say you don’t want to go?”

When Jun-young tilted her head as if in doubt, and asked, her expression of Kim Ja-young was slightly distorted.

"that···"

Unlike before, she muffled the end of her words, unable to continue her words properly.

Because she actually thought it was odd that she herself.

The fact that she followed Park Soo-han, whom she had never shared a word with, as if possessed by a few words about academy or study itself, made her answer difficult.

So when she couldn't answer her, her Jun-young opened her mouth with a deep smile.

“Aren’t you here because you have some thoughts?”

In an instant, Kim Ja-young, who was about to get angry, bowed her head as if realizing something.

“·················ogue.”

Then she started speaking in a soft tone of Jun-young.

“You want to study? So, shall we study?”

let him speak Raising her head, she frowned and opened her mouth.

“…I am not a beggar.”

She said. As she put the word 'beggar' into her mouth, her expression hardened.

As if it were her last pride, she looked at her with her determined eyes.

But her Jun-young just looks at her with her expression, asking what kind of fat her voice is.

“What are you talking about?”

She then taps her tongue and continues her words.

“When did I ever say that I did it for free?”

Then Kim Ja-young put on her bewildered expression.

She said earlier because she thought Joon-young had sympathy for her since when she told herself to come out and take her class from tomorrow.

“… wasn’t it?”

Kim Ja-young, who was staring blankly at her Jun-young for a while, looks at her Jun-young and she says. Let her tell the story that Joon-young will get her money. Instinctively, her expression darkened.

Then Kim Jun-young shrugged her shoulders and opened her mouth.

“Of course you will.”

And then she smiles softly.

“Because I will buy your story.”

Kim Ja-young and Park Soo-han, who heard his words, tilted their heads as if they were talking.

Jun-young, who looked at them, slowly began to open her mouth.

“I want to make a deal.”

* * *

crisp-Kim Ja-young's hand moved non-stop.

Each time her hand went back and forth on the desk, the cleaning wipes in her hands turned black.

Then the desk, which had been full of dirt and dust, began to restore its original color.

However, as if one time was not enough, she grabbed a sprayer filled with diluted alcohol and wiped the area she had wiped once again.

Then, wipe off any excess moisture with a dry towel and finish neatly.

‘Good.’

Kim Ja-young looked at her neatly changed desk and nodded her head. It was because her desk, which had been cluttered with all sorts of graffiti, was clean enough that she herself, even her look, was satisfied.

'Now next...'

But she didn't stop there.

There were still not enough offerings for that.

She looked around with her eyes sharp as a hungry eagle, looking for her next target.

Monitors, bookshelves, and other equipment that were covered in hazy dust came into her eyes.

fuck-

A smile formed on her lips.

It was a prey of just the right size to eat. After she took a deep breath, she started cleaning again.

But at that moment.

stop-

Her face, which had been busily teasing her hand, turned cold in an instant.

It was nothing else that made her complexion firm.

keyboard and mouse.

Due to the nature of devices with many narrow gaps, they were difficult to clean.

She looked at the dust piled up between the mouse and keyboard, and looked at her life-and-death adversary.

It was because the dust that had survived the wiping of countless people until now was clustered in the narrow crevices as if mocking her.

However.

As if a crisis of this magnitude was nothing, she grinned and pulled something out of her pocket.

It is nothing but a cotton swab.

It was also a plastic swab that did not break easily.

She pulled out her secret weapon and smiled at her conversion.

She then began to wipe away the grime and dirt from her hands between the mice with her meticulous hand.

So, in the end, she wipes the last dust off, and she straightens her keyboard and mouse to her desk.

"End!"

As if she would not tolerate even the slightest disorder, she held the angle of her devices and straightened her waist with her fresh face.

OK.

“Hey, what are you working so hard on? You don't have to..."

Park Soo-han, who had been watching her since before, said with her blank expression.

I looked at Park Soo-han as if Kim Ja-young was talking.

“Aren’t you working hard? Isn't that how you usually clean?"

She gave her a look of dismay at her words as she applauded. Then she pointed to the space she had cleaned up, she said.

There.

A classroom floor without a single particle of dust and a desk without a single graffiti.

And there were equipments that flashed as if they had just been unpacked.

“Isn’t the military going to do that? No, if you take one class anyway, it will be the same. Why do you work so hard? Aren't you strong?"

Then she glances around. Then she tilts her head and opens her mouth.

"okay? Is this strange?”

Applause Han nodded her head violently at her words. No matter how you look at it, it was too much of an expression.

Then, Kim Ja-young's forehead frowned slightly.

“If you are tired, just go. Because I was going to do it on my own anyway.”

Then, without looking behind her, he immediately started wiping down her blackboard. It was a determined expression.

Applause Han waved her hand with her bewildered face.

She didn't even ask for help, because she was the one who started helping out first.

"no! That's not what I mean! What is it anyway, Jun-young doesn’t want you to do something like this, do you?”

Let Park Soo-han bring out Kim Jun-young's name. Kim Ja-young's hand, who was vigorously wiping the blackboard, stiffened.

Then he gently turns his head to look at Park Soo-han.

"really?"

Applause Han nodded her head violently at her question.

Then, Kim Ja-young looked down at her wet wipes that she was holding and made a worried expression.

“Is this... strange? We used to do this every day at home.”

She recalled doing the cleaning in her house.

A clean environment was essential for her ill father.

So, since she was a child, her mother put a lot of effort into cleaning her house.

So she couldn't help but feel this level of neatness for her.

Besides, since her mother went to the factory to pay for her living expenses and her own tuition, as much as she herself has been cleaning her house on behalf of her mother.

This level of cleaning was as natural as eating her rice.

As her expression grew serious, applause Han scratched her cheek and picked her up.

“Ah… that’s probably because it’s a house. This is a school is not it?"

Then she reluctantly nodded her head.

In fact, as it was the first time she had gone to a private academy, she thought that the story of Han Park would be correct.

But she was still a bit sad that she had to quit like this. For some reason, she felt like she didn't finish her work.

“Then just do this and stop.”

Then she started wiping down her blackboard with great speed.

She shook her head as if applauding Han couldn't stop her, and wiped her blackboard from the other side.

She's a fairly tall blackboard, so her short stature was out of her reach.

But then.

click-

“What are you guys doing?”

Someone opened the door and came in.

Park Soo-han and Kim Ja-young's eyes widened.

“Oh, sir. that is···"

The person who came in was Kim Jun-young.

Park Soo-han looks at Kim Ja-young with a confused expression. Kim Jun-young opens her mouth with a mischievous expression on her face.

"Date? Hey, please refrain from going to school, huh?”

Park Soo-han's face turns red.

However, on the contrary, her expression of Kim Ja-young is unbearably cold.

She glanced at Park Soo-han, who couldn't say anything, and then turned to look at Kim Jun-young.

“It’s not like that. She was keeping her promise yesterday.”

Let her speak in a cold tone. Kim Jun-young smiles and nods her head.

“I know, man. I was just joking. However···"

Jun-young, who was talking to her, glanced around and a smirk in her eyes gleamed.

“Hey, this isn’t the level of cleaning, is it? I can take the money and leave it to you.”

As he spoke, a light of satisfaction appeared in her eyes and then disappeared.

“·················ogue.”

A little happy expression. A sly smile builds up on his lips.

Then she sees Park Soo-han looking at her vigilant Jun-young with her vigilant eyes.

But yes or no. Joon-young just looks at her watch and opens her mouth.

"great job. But why don't you keep her remaining promises later and look at the clock?"

Then she looks at Kim Ja-young.

“I should start class now, but will I be late from the first day?”Kim Ja-young slowly shook her head.

* * *

Tackle-

Tap the keyboard.

After the class was over, the students' personal information was being sorted out.

The name that comes up on her monitor is Kim Ja-young.

She was a student from today she started taking classes. Then I remembered the conversation I had with Kim Ja-young.

‘I’m from a dirt spoon, who sympathizes with whom? Rather, I wish I had a sense of sympathy with you.’

'I'm just trying to buy a story from you. Your success story.’

‘So, study hard and you will succeed. Otherwise, I'll pay interest and pay all the school fees.'

'If you're really sorry, I'll even clean it occasionally.'

Hearing my words from her, I remembered the expression on her face that she had made.

With a blank expression on her face, she was judging whether what she had heard was true or not.

I remembered her carefully nodding her head only after I spoke again.

In fact, when she first heard Park Soo-han's story, she first thought that she was pitiful.

So she felt a desire to help personally.

But she just couldn't help her.

As much as I am from a dirt spoon.

Because I am well aware of the mindset of young people from poor families.

Pride.

A hasty favor could be rather hurtful to those who endured with only one self-esteem in a state where their self-esteem had collapsed.

So the best way was to boost their self-esteem without damaging them.

To do that, she had to say that her relationship with me and her had to be an egalitarian one.

So this was the result I was thinking about.

I am giving her the opportunity to do her studies.

She seems to give me her own story.

Although it was not something that could be accomplished in a short period of time. As it took a long time, it was a contract that would be of greater benefit to me later on.

After all, I'm just adding a little more effort to the class I was originally in.

Tackle-

So I finished Kim Ja-young's file and started organizing other students' files.

Then the names of the tightly packed students appeared one after another.

Until then, the number of people I could not even dream of because I was the only one in charge of all the students' classes.

It was a number that was able to be filled thanks to the large number of students accepted after Ji Sung-Sung and Eun-Sol came in.

“·················ogue.”

But something was missing.

Obviously, it was true that the classroom would be insufficient if it was maintained like this for another month or two.

If so, it seemed that the promises made with the director before could be kept.

However.

That was really all it was.

If there were more students here, it would be possible to look for empty buildings around, but it seemed difficult to hope for anything more than that.

Because of this, I often get into trouble these days.

Probably because the cards I had were too precious to stay at this level.

But then.

ring-

A notification popped up on the screen that an email had arrived.

Go to the mail window and check.

OK.

[Conggak Academy Headquarters will contact you...]

Like a joke of fate, a new path came to me.

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