Change Your Life with the USB from the Future!

Episode 080: I Know What You Did Last Year (1)

[User 1: Teacher Junyoung! How about seeing Nayun unnie in real life?]

She was running the show as usual.

One of the viewers who resided in the chat window suddenly brought up a story about Son Na-yoon.

Then, in the chat window, stories about Son Na-yoon began to appear.

[User 5: Oh that's right, teacher Jun-young and Na-yun-nim are close?]

[User 20: Isn't it? Did you just lecture on Korean history?]

[User 15: No, when I saw the photo from the publication commemoration ceremony, it seemed like they were close]

[User 20012: I envy you ㅠㅠ I want to take a picture with Na Yoon-nim too]

[User 1223: Give up. Because it’s Teacher Junyoung, that’s about it. Others are forced to go to squid hahahaha

It happened yesterday while she was promoting my name and book title on social media.

She only posted one short sentence she promoted my book and a picture of me with her, and overnight, I gained an incomparable level of recognition.

Thanks to this, book sales increased rapidly, and publishers screamed joyfully every day, and a heavy royalty of about 11 million won was stamped in my bank account.

'Teacher. Are you going to sign a reprint contract next week?’

I thought that the number of copies of the first print was 8,000, which is quite a lot, but not long after the book came out, the story of reprinting was coming out.

So, if you keep this pace, you will soon be able to rise to the bestseller spot.

But there were also some bittersweet parts.

About 20,000 people were newly introduced to the broadcast over the past two days.

In the meantime, the number of people who struggled to increase the number of viewers was an insignificant number.

However, it was because of such efforts in the first place that I was able to catch a big fish called Na-Yoon Son, so I decided to think about it well.

“·················ogue.”

Looking at the chat window, the story about Son Na-yoon, who was once on fire, did not end.

If I didn't say anything, it seemed that only Na-yoon Son would keep coming up until the broadcast was over.

Reluctantly, she opened her mouth to end her story.

“Are you Na-yoon Son? Of course you are beautiful. Besides, he has an easygoing personality and is a person who takes good care of other people.”

Then, as if people knew that, he started posting articles defending Son Na-yoon.

[User 1: ㅜㅜ Our Nayun unni]

[User 770: Well, Nayun Nangja is no less comparable to my wife]

[User 20: Oh man haha ​​these days, you will be caught]

[User 100: Na-yoon Son In the past, even though she lacked common sense, she seemed to have a good personality. Personality is the best]

But not everyone thought so.

[User 10716: Isn't it just packaging? My friend is a manager, but Na-yoon Son has a dirty personality, right?]

[User 10503: Uh, that's right, I heard it too, so I heard that the members don't get along well. They say that they are ignoring the members because they only suffer every day?]

[User 10628: Ha ha, what is a celebrity?]

It seems there are still remnants of her will and testament that she spread while she curtailed her activities.

She wouldn't have cared if she was anyone else, but she still couldn't wait to see this testament left behind as she was a disciple who had been with her face to face for over two months.

“Isn’t that packaging? Not at all. I haven't met many celebrities, but are there really few people with a good personality like Son Na-yoon?"

As I spoke with a determined expression, the number of rumors that appeared in the chat window decreased noticeably.

Still, it was thanks to the people who came into my broadcast who believed in my words.

Because I've never lied to them before.

However, as suspicions about Son Na-yoon diminished, another problem quickly arose.

That's right.

[User 770: Okay, then, let's stop talking about our hard stories and talk about trivial things. Kim Jun-Young's Sensei! Ask on behalf of the viewers. Be honest, sir. Nayun vs Eunsol vs Yuna? who?]

“·················ogue.”

It was fortunate that Eunsol and Yuna couldn't be on the air today because of class.

It was a question that would be a bit embarrassing if we were doing a broadcast together.

“Well, let’s move on to that question.”

As I tried to sneak away, the people in the chat room started urging me as if I was having fun.

[User 770: There are no Yuna and Eunsol teachers today anyway. As a man versus a man, I promise not to speak of myself, so let me tell you where I am today.][User 20: Yes. I won’t tell Yuna and Eunsol teacher hahaha]

[User 5: You mean talking? Are you saying no? lol]

[User 10: It sounds like you said you had to do it?]

Everyone was expressing their intention to bite, chew, taste, and enjoy even if I said a single mistake.

But then.

[User 1500: By the way, Mr. Junyoung. Are you going to take the test this time?]

A slightly different chat from the atmosphere of the chat window stood out.

I opened my mouth half happy and half puzzled.

“What test are you talking about?”

Then, as if waiting for my answer, a chat from [1500 users] came up right away.

[User 1500: SAT! It's November now, so I was wondering if you'd like to take the exam again]

Ah, the exam.

It was only then that he seemed to understand what the audience was trying to say.

‘15 days until D-Day’

Now, there is really not much left for the exam.

So, from the examinee's point of view, it was clear that he had entered my room with a feeling of catching straw.

Thinking like that, I thought I understood why [User 1500] was asking me whether to take the SAT.

If I were to take the test, I would think that I would be able to get a little bit of information.

But after listening to [User 1500], I was a little worried.

Even just a month ago, I was concentrating on taking the CSAT this time as well.

It was because I thought that it would be enough without having to take the test these days.

‘Well, what should I do?’

In fact, both when I took the SAT and when I didn't, there were pros and cons.

If I take the SAT again this time, I will be able to aim for a perfect score once again, otherwise I will be able to do my best in the classes of the students I teach.

I thought about it for a while.

I made a decision and slowly opened my mouth.

* * *

Tick- Tick-

It was when Park Hoon was taking class materials with a stapler.

“Mr. Kim Jun-young, aren’t you watching the SAT this time?”

An unwelcome sound reached Park Hoon's ears.

It was the sound of an English instructor asking Junyoung something.

Then Park Hoon's hand stopped.

He pricked his ears and began to eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Yes? Oh, I'm going to try it this time. But the answer will not be correct.”

When Jun-young answered, the English instructor tilted her head as if strangely.

"okay? I thought you weren't aiming for a perfect score again this time, but why?"

Then she said, "How about thinking about it again?"

But Joon-young just smiled and shook her head.

“If I support you from below, won’t one person go up that much? After all, you can only make sure that it is a false positive point.”

It was a word full of confidence.

Moment.

Park Hoon, who was listening to their conversation, distorted his face.

It was because as soon as he heard Kim Jun-young's words, his stomach seemed to be twisted.

Joon-Young Kim.

The one who was under his feet until a year ago.

He did not like the fact that the foolish man, who had been struggling with life every day and caring for middle school students, appeared in front of him in a completely different form within just a few months, and now treats ‘the perfect score on the entrance exam’ as if he were calling someone’s dog’s name.

What makes Park Hoon even more annoyed is that.

“Ah, I’m really sorry. It seems like this year's CSAT will be difficult, isn't it really great if you get a perfect score again in this case?"

The point was that the people around him also considered his ‘full marks on the entrance exam’ as ‘possible’.

'Damn it.'

Park Hoon put strength into his hands.

OK.

Chakang chakang chakang-

The stapler in Park Hoon's hand began to move violently.

The class materials were being wrinkled in the rough, but Park Hoon's hand, which had begun to move once, had no intention of stopping.

But at that moment.

“Sir Buk-heon. That’s my data, right?”

Someone next to Park Hoon said.

It was a voice that had her teeth shut and was holding back her anger.

Confused, Park Hoon raised his head in surprise.

There, the English instructor was looking down at him.

He didn't seem to be in a good mood when he saw the tendons on his forehead.

Park Hoon looked down at his hands.

Then, there, the English instructor's class materials were folded and held.

‘Oh, it’s X.’

He realized that things were seriously wrong.

Because he knew that the English instructor's class time was running out.

He would tell a lie that it wasn't normal, but he couldn't lie in front of the person concerned.

Reluctantly, he smiled awkwardly and opened his mouth.

“Is that… right?”

The expression on the English instructor's face disappeared.

“·················ogue.”

A face that looks like it's about to explode.

It was the calm before the storm.

“Ahaha, I’ll do it again soon and upload it.”

Park Hoon made a desperately humble expression.

It was calculated that he could not be angry with someone who was crying as long as he was a human being.

But as if it didn't work, the English instructor's expression turned red.

It looked like it was going to burst out of his mouth at any moment.

But then.

“English teacher. Because Master Park Hoon will do it again. Trust me, do you want to go have dinner with me?”

An unwelcome voice interrupted between him and the English teacher.

That voice is the main character.

“Hey, I’ll just pass on Kim’s face when I see his face. please be nice Yes?"

It was Kim Joon-young.

The expression on the English instructor's face, which seemed to explode at any moment, returned to his own color in an instant.

“Come on, let’s go. I will buy it today.”

When Jun-young spoke, the English instructor smiled broadly and followed Jun-young out of the classroom.

And Park Hoon-eun, who was left alone.

'Kim Jun-young...'

Thinking over Junyoung's name, he bit his teeth.

His arm holding the stapler trembled.

The moment Kim Jun-young and English pass by him.

It was because he remembered Kim Jun-young's smirk.

'Damn it.'

He thought it would have been better to listen to the English instructor.

If possible, he wanted to go back to a year ago and make Kim Jun-young unable to attend the academy.However, there was nothing he could do about Kim Jun-young's position, which has now become so solid.

Right now, all he could do for Kim Jun-young was to clutter up the materials on Jun-young's desk.

But at that moment.

Something flashed through his mind.

as soon as.

When other instructors entrusted him with printing or organizing materials, Kim said that he had never once entrusted him with such things.

‘It certainly wasn’t like that a year ago.’

Come to think of it, I remembered that instead of leaving the test papers to someone else, Jun-young had to pull out the USB whenever he went to lecture.

In addition, the fact that there was a suspicion of leaking test papers when Kim Jun-young was broadcasting on the Internet.

Everything that had been overlooked until now came to mind.

‘This is it.’

For a moment, a smile crept across Park Hoon's lips.

A puzzle about Kim Jun-young began to fit in his head.

Jun-young's usual behavior of never entrusting his data to others.

A USB that I carry with me to every lecture.

Suspicion of leaking test papers that had been circulating in the past.

And even the incredible hit rate that it suddenly started showing a year ago.

The thought that started with such a small doubt was soon taking shape.

But there was a problem.

It was the fact that all of this was just Park Hoon's conjecture.

Unless there was evidence, it was impossible to attack Kim Jun-young, who was trusted by instructors and students.

‘In that case, I will be fired.’

So there was only one way.

It is to find evidence of Kim Jun-young's denial by directly checking Jun-young's computer and USB.

That was it.

Although the danger was great when caught, it was a threat worth taking to get rid of the thorny Kim Jun-young.

'great. Let’s do something.’

Having made up his mind, he made sure that no one was around and approached Junyoung's seat.

Of course, it was not that there were no people in the classroom at all.

But he was mostly busy with his work, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

It was an excellent opportunity.

No matter what he does, other people won't be surprised by what he's doing until Jun-young and his English instructor come back from dinner.

Park Hoon, feeling a little relieved, went to Joon Young's seat with a relaxed expression and turned on his laptop.

He then sat down naturally and waited for the boot.

Ding Dong-dong

Booting finished quickly.

He moved the mouse slowly, rubbing the sweat from his hands on his trousers.

Let's draw soon.

He was able to find the USB drive.

gulp-

Dry saliva passed through his throat.

He looked around and moved the mouse slowly.

He even clicked the mouse.

tap-

Then that moment.

The USB folder where Junyoung's secret is hidden was opened.

Park Hoon, imagining that Joon Young would make a sad expression, slowly checked the contents of the folder.

However?

"what's this···."

A powerless voice came out of Park Hoon's mouth as he checked the contents of the folder.

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