Change Your Life with the USB from the Future!

Episode 061: The Island in the City (1)

Noryangjin.

His original name is Nodeulnaru.

As the name of Jin (津) suggests, in the past, it was a ferries that took a break for joun ships going to and from the Han River.

However.

Now that the Han River water transport has declined, it is more famous for other meanings than its original meaning.

It is the academy city where countless academies and gosiwons are gathered.

In fact, until the end of the 1970s, Korean college entrance schools were originally concentrated in Jongno.

Then, in the 1970s, due to a change in government policy, it became impossible to establish a college re-entry school within the four gates, and the existing academy moved to the present Noryangjin.

After that, in the 2000s, various academies other than college entrance and re-study academies flocked to Noryangjin to form the present Noryangjin.

Because.

Within 500 meters of the current Noryangjin Station are various test preparation academies such as entrance exam academies, re-study institutes, various civil service institutes, language institutes, and teacher appointment preparation institutes.

And one room and gosiwon where students stay while studying.

A restaurant or cafe that will fill your hungry stomach.

A reading room or study room to study during class time.

It has become a place worthy of its name as an ‘island in the city’, with all the facilities for high school students.

That's why people outside Noryangjin called people inside Noryangjin like this.

In the name of 'Gongsi tribe'.

“·················ogue.”

To be honest, I had never even thought about bad luck or Gongshi until now, so I thought Noryangjin had a vaguely calm and urgency atmosphere.

However, when I arrived, the scenery of Noryangjin was completely different from what I expected.

vehicles on the road. People passing by sidewalks bumping into each other's shoulders, and restaurants, PC rooms, karaoke rooms, and bars along the road.

The first thing that caught my eye was the appearance that was not very different from the usual downtown scenery.

It was just that there were a lot of huge buildings with the name of the academy around the station, which was a big difference from other areas.

However, such a landscape was only the outer shell of Noryangjin.

As I drove into the depths of Noryangjin, the bustling scenery near Noryangjin Station disappeared in an instant, and scenery similar to the Noryangjin I had imagined began to appear.

There are countless people in my car in comfortable clothes and walking while muttering something with a large bag on them, people babbling over a line of gimbap wrapped in silver foil with a tired face, or people drowsy in line outside the academy building, leaning against the wall. passed around

Boo-woong-

When my car passes by, a few glances usually follow.

However, because there were so many expensive cars here in Noryangjin, it did not attract much attention.

Concentrating on the scenery outside the car window, I was able to reach my destination in no time.

That's where I got to.

Jonggak School Noryangjin Branch.As the parent academy of Jonggak M School, whom I had contacted before, it was a living testament to the surviving ups and downs of the entrance exam market from the time of the academic achievement test until now.

Of course, since 2000, the hegemony in Noryangjin has leaned a lot towards public academies, and Gangnam has been evaluated as the mainstream for college admissions, but still N students are still in Noryangjin.

Noryangjin was also evaluated as a Jonggak School.

There were Desung Academy, Malt Study, Vita Adu, and Jeonjin Academy with similar grades, but in terms of history and tradition, it was this academy that kept some distance from other academies.

“·················ogue.”

It must have been that I had to be more alert than other times as it was a very different academy from the academies I had experienced.

If you didn't, you could end up with worse results than focusing on your original academy.

‘Well, it’s not going to happen.’

I grabbed the USB in my pocket after a long time.

Thinking about it, I thought it would be easier than a regular school.

Compared to general academies, where there are many things to be concerned about, the classes for returning students are only…….

“SAT scores.”

There is only one thing you need to worry about.

My heart, which had been pounding slightly, instantly calmed down.

[You have arrived at your destination.]

Soon, a beep sounded.

quiver-

I slowly parked my car in the underground parking lot and took the elevator going up.

But then.

"Wait! just a second. people come in person. Hey, hold me!”

Someone's hand popped out through the door that was about to close.

Then the door slowly opened and a man slipped into the elevator.

But, coincidentally, he was someone I knew.

That person is right there.

"OK? Young-jun?”

It was Park Hoon, a Korean language instructor who had come face to face with him for 5 years after coming out of the pre-war academy.

‘Who is Youngjun?’

I clicked my tongue briefly and averted my gaze.

However.

As soon as he looked at my face, he opened the elevator door that had been almost closed again.

"that is great. Hold on a second. I have something to bring from the car.”

Then, before I could answer, I sprinted out.

“·················ogue.”

His reckless personality was still there.

I pressed the close button without any hesitation.

* * *

“No, why didn’t you catch me!”

Park Hoon, whose face was flushed red, muttered to me.

Then a few people passing by were talking and looking at this side.

I was walking out of the elevator and sneaking around the inside of the academy.

As expected, large academies are quite different from general academies in terms of facilities and scale, so the problem was that we delayed our steps because there were so many things to see.

As soon as I slowed down for a while, Park Hoon, who got on the other elevator, stuck to me and kept chattering ever since.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t know which button it is.”

It really is. You may be confused at the moment whether you have to press ‘close’ to close or ‘open’ to close.

Hearing my excuse, Park Hoon sighed and looked around.

Then he lowered his voice and began to speak.

“I am patient, I am patient. But what's going on here? I don't think it's possible that I'll come back and try again."

Then he spoke to me with a curious expression.

But before I could say anything he knew, he nodded and opened his mouth.

“Oh, I see. They say they are hiring employees these days, so you came to apply for that, right?”

Then he looked at me with a smile as if he was right on my guess.

But it was a completely nonsensical story. let me say nothing Park Hoon tilted his head as if in surprise.

"no? uh then what? assistant? No, the teaching position must be full. Hey, don’t hide it between us and tell me.”

To be honest, this was a bit annoying. We didn't get along very well in the first place, but we've been pretending to be friendly and asking questions over and over again, wondering what kind of smell we smelled.

“But what are you doing here, sir?”

let me say He began to open his mouth as if he had been waiting.

"me? What am I teaching here? What else would the instructor do at the academy besides class?”

Then, with a smile, he continues the story from week to week.

Anyone who sees the form of shrugging the shoulders would know that he is a first-team instructor.

“Well, it’s just a general class, but sometimes you take a lecture or something like that. Hey, it's nothing. That’s what everyone is doing.”

He even talks about every little thing I didn't ask.

Then, every once in a while, if I nod my head, I get more excited and say things like how many students there are at this academy, how many of them I am in charge of, and that I have a lot to worry about in the general class, but I don’t stop because I am capable. flirted with me

“...So, the teacher trusts only me and follows me. I'm just holding on to this academy very tightly."

He looks at me as if he's finished talking.

It looks like it's waiting for an answer.

“That’s right.”

When I replied roughly, he nodded with satisfaction.

“How have you been? Do you have any contact with the people at the academy you used to have?”Then he asked me as if it was my turn.

However, the question was a little surprising. No matter how you look at it, he wasn't the kind of person who would take care of his colleagues.

"Yes. Teacher?”

She answered with a little question. Then he smiles mischievously.

“Ah… I’ll keep in touch. But, um, there are some people I can't communicate well with... So, by any chance, will Eunsol contact you? no, don't do anything I'm just curious what Can’t you even?”

also.

He said that he was asking about other people's news. I've been accusing Eunsol since I was at the academy before that, and it seems that I still haven't given up on my regrets.

However, I didn't like him for some reason as he looked at me with a secretly anticipatory look.

If it were someone else, he would say that he was working with Eunsol, but he didn't even want to do that to Park Hoon.

“I make contact. sometimes."

So I'm just replying bluntly. Then he puts on a surprised expression.

"Really? Hey, then, shall we see each other? To save memories with old colleagues.”

Then, secretly, they put me into the category of ‘we’.

I didn't like the way he smiled, but that didn't mean I had to say no.

“Well, if I have time later.”

As I speak, a color of anger spreads across Park Hoon's face. It's a face that seems to say let's make an appointment tomorrow right now.

As I was having a conversation with Park Hoon, I realized that I was in front of the school office.

He stood still in the middle of the hallway, giggling what he was thinking.

“·················ogue.”

But that doesn't mean there's no reason to wait or do anything between us. He opened the door to the classroom, leaving him to be distracted elsewhere.

quiver-

OK.

“Oh, sir. Wait! Can't you just go in there?"

Park Hoon's voice came from behind him.

He must have thought I would stop if he spoke. He didn't even think about grabbing it, and Park Hoon continued with another word.

“The people who work in that office are ‘real’. There are a lot of people who are sensitive to the sound of closing the door, so you shouldn't go against the planting. If you're part-timer, I'll go and tell you..."

Say ‘real’.

As I live, the days come when I receive such recognition from Park Hoon. The world is much more alive.

creak-

I ignored him and went into the office.

The doorbell rings loudly.

“·················ogue.”

The eyes of those in the classroom are focused on me.

Even if you don't see Park Hoon's expression turning blue behind you, you can tell.

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