Change Your Life with the USB from the Future!

Chapter 84

Episode 084: Last SAT (3)

Park Il-han's SAT score was truly shocking.

Language 75 points, math 55 points, foreign language 60 points, satan average 30 points.

Considering that he has been slowly improving his grades since the beginning of the year with me, it was a really absurd score.

He was so squishy, he even thought about it when he first got the score.

'what? Is it hidden?’

So he even gave me a face-off to tell me not to play...

No matter how much I tried to write an essay, it wasn't that I didn't pay any attention to it, and just like other students, I even conducted a 'special lecture' using the problems on the USB.

This means that such a score would never have been possible.

However.

gurgling-

Even at this moment, the sound coming from his stomach was a cold reminder of reality.

“Even though I ate anti-diarrheal medicine, I still got a stomach ache…”

Park Il-han dripped his tears. The head that fell before the tears drooped like a 'flower' with a broken head.

After hearing Park Il-han's powerless voice, everything made sense.

An unfamiliar environment called the exam hall.

The enormous pressure of the entrance exam.

family expectations.

And until the cold weather.

‘Everything in this world is trying to break me’

The lyrics of a song sung by a certain singer couldn't be more appropriate.

Yesterday, all factors surrounding Park Il-han must have mercilessly attacked his commander, mixing it up like a wrongly made cocktail.

I tapped Il-han Park's shoulder, who was about to fall to the floor at any moment.

Because he knew very well that he had been working harder than anyone for a year.

No matter how much the world sees results rather than processes, I can't do that to this guy.

‘It could be. Don't be so heartbroken because things in the world don't go your way. What's important is what you do from now on.'

I loaded the words of comfort on the tip of my tongue.

“It could be….”

The moment I was about to open my mouth.

Park Il-han's mouth opened first.

“I haven’t told my mom yet…”

Hearing those words makes my heart feel tight.

After taking the SAT and returning home, until I am standing here now.

How did Park Il-han spend his time?

No, could you stand it?

“·················ogue.”

I chewed and swallowed the words of comfort I had just offered.

To offer words of consolation now is to acknowledge this guy's defeat. It gently pushes him further and deeper into the abyss.

‘I can’t.’

Deep in my heart, the bud of Ogi sprouted a cotyledon.

widely-

Instead of comforting me, I put my hand on Park Il-han's shoulder.

“You can’t help the score you ruined.”

Hearing my words, Park Il-han bowed his head more deeply.

However, I didn't give him time to get frustrated.

“But that doesn’t mean there isn’t a way.”

···!

As soon as Park Il-han heard those words, he quickly raised his head.

okay. That's it. I wanted to hear that.

The boy seemed to be shouting with his whole body.

A slight heat still lingered in his eyes.

‘The warmth of the dead remains.’

Yes. It's not over yet.

There is still some time left to learn the results. We have to wait a little longer, yet a little more.

The exam was already yesterday. I can't help the time that has passed...

·········.

nevertheless have to wait.

To get a chance to come back!

“Are you only taking the entrance exam?”

in my next words.

“Sam...”

Park Il-han's eyes softened.

* * *

After that, I and Il-Han Park's special training began.

He was now facing a lot of grid papers, holding a ballpoint pen and a sharpener.

Yes.

Essay (論述).

[noun] A logical statement of opinion about something. or such a description.

However, in Korea, if you search for the word essay writing on the Internet portal, the first related search term, the entrance exam, appears.

After that, search terms such as frequent, lowest grade, elementary school education, private academy, and private tutoring follow in a row.

Essay writing has already become one of the most important entrance exams after the CSAT.

soft-

When I held out a paper, Il-Han Park took the paper and began to read it.

Whenever Park Il-han's gaze stayed on the area marked with a red pen, he could see his eyebrows go up and down slightly.

Yeah, this guy's eyes don't go well with things like wet ones.

The sharp eyes you see when you tear, apply, savor, and reconstruct the text like this. that's the best fit

'That's right. Wouldn’t that be our writer?’

I slowly opened my mouth while looking at Park Il-han with a strange thought.

“Once you check the corrections I made, try again. The point of this case was not clear, so be careful.”

Then Park Il-han nodded his head, pulled out another piece of paper and began to edit his writing.

The expression on his face as he was writing down the letters seemed very serious.

The amount of prints is quite large.

Although it may be difficult, Park Il-han focused on writing without even blinking, except for a moment to relax his hand whenever his finger hurts.

“·················ogue.”

Whereas the class before that was a subject-oriented class aimed at the lowest score in essay writing, the class these days was focused on improving Park Il-han's writing skills for a short period of time.

Still, I wonder if what I had been preparing for a year ago was helpful, and despite the rushing class schedule, Park Il-han did not fall down and was following along.

No, he doesn't follow well. Rather, it ignited my enthusiasm for the class to the point that it made me feel hard.

after a while.

“I wrote it all down.”

After editing the text, Il-han Park handed me a test paper and looked at me with anxious eyes.

I started reading his writings.

[...] Humankind has continuously developed technologies to replace muscle strength, and has reached the stage in which machines replace 99 percent of human muscle strength. In the second half of the 20th century, even machines that replaced the intellect appeared, welcoming a new era following the Industrial Revolution [...]

I nodded my head slightly.

It was a piece of writing with a lot of thought put into it.

Even when I first started writing an essay, it was often seen that I prioritized my argument over the topic, but now I am quite proficient in grasping the intention of the question and developing my writing accordingly.

So, at this level, even if you take the essay test right now, it was worth getting a decent score.

After all, it was more important to clearly convey the content requested by the examiner than to express one's opinion in an essay.

"how is it?"

However, as I couldn't wait for a minute and saw him asking me, it seemed that he still lacked faith in himself.

It was unavoidable.

Looking at the provisional score I heard from Il-han Park after the entrance exam was over, it was understandable that he was so anxiously waiting for my answer.

"Hey. It hasn't even been a minute yet. Wait a minute.”

When I said that, Il-Han Park nodded his head.

But even then, my eyes did not fall from my hand, wondering if I could not relax my tension.

Well, it's good to be motivated, but sometimes it's a burden.

Since he started special training, he hasn't gone to school and has been staying at the academy from morning to evening.

while shouting 'more and more' to me.

"how is it? Can I add more examples? Or would you like to refine the sentence further? Can you tell me more here?”

If I didn't say anything, it was ready to enter my stomach.

I sighed and slowly opened my mouth.

"no it's okay. On the contrary, if I add anything more, I feel a sense of family. That’s enough.”

He returned the test paper to Il-Han Park and said.

Then he tilted his head and opened his mouth.

"okay? If I use more, can I use more?”

Then he slowly began to read what he had written once again.

His face as he read the text looked very anxious.

It wasn't something I couldn't understand as it was the time before the exam.

By this time, it was a time when everything he had prepared for so far seemed to be lacking.

But I couldn't leave it like that.

If you keep obsessing over the lack of something like that, you will lose the original strengths.I shook my head and opened my mouth.

“As I said before, the time for the written test is 90 minutes, so you have to allocate your time well. You know that 90 minutes is by no means a short time because you did it at the academy last time, right?”

Ilhan nodded his head.

"Yes. Do you remember?”

"okay. However, the level of tension is very different from what I do at school. I like to think that I'm more pressed than usual. So, don't be greedy for nothing, just write what you think is necessary and stop. Otherwise, I just can't use it at all."

Then Park Il-han silently nodded his head.

In fact, he probably knows.

Because all of the things I've just said are things I've said once before.

But then.

Park Il-han's expression, who was pondering my words, suddenly darkened.

“Sam. But will it really work? If you fall this time, it's over. Just like last time..."

he couldn't speak

Seeing Il-han Park's face full of self-doubt, he seemed to know what he was thinking.

You are probably worried that this exam will be ruined like the last time you took the SAT.

As much as the original plan of taking an essay test at a university in Seoul after meeting the lowest grade in the CSAT collapsed.

We only had one chance left.

So it was understandable that Il-Han Park was so worried.

Due to the nature of the essay test, where it is impossible to know which field the fingerprint will come out in, no matter how much practice the examinee has, if he is illiterate in that field, the probability of falling is higher than if he did not.

Moreover, in the case of Hanryong University, a prestigious academic institution that does not see the lowest score in the CSAT, the competition rate by department would be huge, so if you made a mistake, all your efforts for a year could go to waste in an instant.

However.

It's all about the 'normal' case.

I said to Park Il-han, who had anxiety floating all over his face.

“What do you do with the serialization if you are trembling over something like this?”

Then, Park Il-han looked at me as if he was making a nonsensical noise.

“Ah, Sam! Is serializing and writing the same thing?”

“Nothing different. But isn’t it easy to publish a serial?”

“That’s the case… but the argument is only once.”

I asked Park Il-han, who had a sullen expression on his face.

“I can’t believe you like that?”

Park Il-han, who looked at me for a moment, averted my eyes and opened his mouth.

“It’s not like that… I ruined my SAT exam and I keep paying attention at home…”