Change Your Life with the USB from the Future!

Chapter 9

Episode 009: One Day Dog and the National Association for Academic Achievement (1)

A soft light seeps through the window.

Hot steam rises above the coffee cup placed on the desk.

[...] I'm going to board now. In the meantime, I couldn't go because I had only said let's go, but thanks to you, I went on a family trip with my kids... Thank you so much. It's a holiday for you too, so don't overdo it, think about your body and take a break. It's the weekend, so I'll take a break and see you.]

“Your brother. Yes, I am, I just need to prepare before I go to high school. Brother, take this opportunity to rest well. Have a good trip with your brother-in-law. Yes, then I will contact you again soon.”

The sound coming from the receiver is bright.

The sound of children's laughter, brother-in-law's light pint glasses, and Ji-sung's muffled voice.

It seems like it's been a while since I went on a trip with my family.

drip-

When I hang up the phone, the sounds that tickled my ears disappear, and the busy sound of the hard disk takes its place.

I put a cup of coffee in my mouth and looked at the monitor.

This is the high school data file that I just organized.

Grammar, literature, and non-literary materials suitable for the high school curriculum.

On a Sunday without classes, I was in the process of adding flesh to the materials I had been organizing for the past five years.

Even if I knew what kind of problem would come out through USB, it was essential to understand the subject and organize the materials.

In the case of grammar, it is concluded by adding in-depth content to the basic theorem of middle school grammar and adding application questions.

After that, the general theories of classical verse were organized, and the quality of the contents was expanded by adding explanations and elements to be checked for each work.

These were materials that I had made with the hope that one day I would conduct a high school class.

I thought that the materials I had been organizing every holiday for a while now could see the light, so my hands were moving like flying, when I got a phone call from Ji Sung.

‘It’s a trip.’

Come to think of it, I really liked to travel when I was in school.

So, sometimes, when life is difficult, there were times when I thought of those days and wanted to go back.

But these days, I feel like I'm on a trip every day, even if I don't go on a trip.

ring-

[Higher Mathematics (Self Test, Mock Test) has been unlocked. Remaining points: 11]

A notification window pops up as soon as you open the USB drive.

It was a sign that the tightly closed Higher Maths folder had been opened, and proof that I had changed Ji Sung's life.

As soon as what you expected when you were making a math problem book came true, an exhilarating energy permeates your body.

click- click-

Now, it seems that you are vaguely aware of the standards for the ban on USB.

It's just 'things that affect your life.'

If you use USB to make a direct change in someone else's life or in your life, it seems to be a way to open the locked subject folder when the points fill up and the number exceeds 100.

Just like the game's experience and level-up system.

It's an intuitive method, but in the meantime, I couldn't touch it because I didn't know the standards for raising and lowering the figure.

But now the criteria are clear.

Click-

When I opened the folder, high school math problem papers organized by school appeared.

It looks like the folders that were unlocked first.

[OO High School, 2nd Semester Midterm Exam, Mathematics]

A smile can only grow on your lips.Beep beep beep-

An alarm sounded announcing that the appointment time was near.

* * *

“I don’t have anything set up, but I eat a lot.”

If this is not the case, the king's Sura-sang is also a frugal meal.

The things I usually ate were about combat food...

On a table full of unheard-of food, the only names known to me are Nabiani and Sinseonro.

Other than that, the only other foods are those with neat decorations that make it difficult to use chopsticks together.

Yuna Kim's parents, who were sitting across from me, and Yuna and Yeonsu, who were next to me, were waiting for me to pick up my chopsticks.

sh-

I picked up a spoon and took it to the porridge bowl.

It felt like the warmth of the porridge rising up in the air was like riding an organic spoon and touching it.

The pure white porridge touches the tongue.

The grains of rice, which had maintained their shape, melted and flowed, and the abalone, which had been hidden between the grains of rice, was revealed.

“It’s delicious.”

Other formulas were unnecessary.

A taste I never thought I would be able to taste at home.

The taste was comparable to the Michelin-starred Hanjeongsik restaurant where the director forcibly led the instructors before.

Yuna Kim's father, who maintained her solemn expression, smiled softly.

Then everyone starts eating.

It was a dry meal with little conversation between each other.

“I heard you like Korean food.”

I was just putting a piece of kimchi in my mouth and chewing it.

Yuna Kim's father spit out the story in a passing tone.

Come to think of it, yesterday, after accepting the invitation of Yuna Kim's parents, who came to her side, I remembered the words that Yuna Kim broke into her office and came to her head.

‘Sam, Sam. Are you coming to my house tomorrow? Did your mom ask you what your favorite teacher is?’

Then she bothered to answer, 'It doesn't matter if it's Korean food,' she said.

When she turned to Yuna Kim, she had just picked up a bowl of tangpyeongchae chopsticks.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at me as if he was looking at me.

‘Yeon-ah, by the way, this looks more like Manganjeonseok (滿Hanjeonseok) than Korean food...’

Still, she had to answer.

"Yes I do like it. It's really delicious. Your mother’s cooking skills are amazing.”

When she swallows her long kimchi and answers, Yuna's father's smile grows even deeper.

I thought this yangban was dry, but surprisingly, he seems to like to brag. subtly.

“It seems that the mother of her children worked hard because a precious person was coming. Some of the people I know are good at it.”

Saying that, Yuna's form of looking back at her mother is warm, not suited to her cold impression.

But, looking back at Yuna, her mother's expression is very shy.

What is it, these gentlemen...

I wonder if I'm overdoing it, so I look back at the sisters Yeon-seo and Yuna.

Oh, you're like this

The two people who are busy confirming their love for each other pay attention to the food and focus on the food.

Almost all of the food was to my taste, except for foods that I couldn't eat at all, like skates.

In particular, the dish that was supposed to be beef broth suited my taste, and the custom-cooked meat of various parts showed a very subtle taste.

A dish of thinly sliced brisket, scallops, beef tongue, head meat, and various internal organs.

Among them, the round dried part had a unique taste, so the chopsticks continued to point.

Every time the chewy and slightly bitter taste stimulated my tongue, I was salivating as I ate it.

“Oh, sir, is that delicious?”

However, Yeon-seo and Yeon-a's expressions are not serious.

Yuna has a reluctant expression on her face, and Yeon-seo looks at me with a disgusted expression on her face.

She picks up another chopstick, puts it in her mouth and chews it, and her complexion turns blue as if she had seen a snake.

‘Is it because they’re still kids?’

In fact, there were people around me who often ate other meat and hated the internal organs.

However, most of them were only when they were young, and after they got a little older, their eating habits didn't change, so they couldn't eat them.

“You know how to eat, sir. This is the dish that mothers of children are most confident of.”

Yuna Kim's father also picked up a piece and ate it.

A gaze with a sense of unity.

The vigilance that had been seen a while ago has almost disappeared.

“···········?”

At this point, I'm getting a little anxious.

Come to think of it, this food was only eaten by me and Yuna's father from before.

Yeon-a and Yeon-seo's chopsticks don't even go anywhere near them, and Yeon-seo's mother eats only what I ate.

I looked at my mother, who secretly looked into my eyes, and asked carefully.

“I... Mother, what kind of meat is this?”

However, Yuna's mother puts her hand gently on her lips and does not answer.

Instead, the answer popped up elsewhere.

She said, “It’s Yunang (牛囊). It's a really good spot for men. People who do not know this taste are the placenta, so they have no choice but to taste it at home or occasionally.”

Unang (牛囊)?

A pocket bag on a cow (牛) character? In Korean, cow's pouch...?

At that moment, Yuna's father's mouth was opened as if he was making a confirmed kill.

“Yes, it is a ball.”

Ah.

* * *

After the meal was arranged, light refreshments and tea were served for dessert.

She takes a bite of the suksilgwa that Yuna's mother made herself, and drinks a sip of green tea.

Whoo-

It felt like the remnants of the meal had disappeared.

You will eat the balls of other creatures in your lifetime. As a man, I felt guilty for something.

Whoop-

When I drank the tea again, even the slight reluctance that remained was washed away.

“Actually, I had the teacher today to say thank you. Thanks to the teacher, Yuna’s grades have improved a lot… and the amount of trouble she’s been in has definitely decreased.”After Yeon-seo and Yuna went up to their respective rooms, Yuna's father slowly began to speak.

At first, it was a story I had expected. Because it was a story I heard through the mouth of the director.

“. As her parents, I have no choice but to hope that Yuna will continue as she is now.”

It is true that Yuna Kim's attitude changed after taking her exam.

She never boycotted classes as she had before, and she didn't agitate her children to embarrass her teachers.

She has changed from an untouchable problem child at the academy to a slightly lively middle school girl.

“But she heard that the teacher was moving to her high school,” she said.

She nodded her head at his words.

It was a story that had already become a fact at school.

The fact that Park Hoon and I will switch positions after this exam is over was an issue not only among the instructors but also among the students.

‘Is this a private tutoring story?’

When she listened to her father, Yuna, it seemed that she had nothing more to say than that.

But she never thought of opening her father's mouth again.

Rather, he just looked at his wife as tired as before.

what? When you want to be puzzled for a while.

“Teacher, can’t you continue to take care of our Yuna?”

Yuna's mother, who had been sitting without a word, began to open her mouth.

She couldn't help but be surprised that she had only a faint smile on her face throughout the meal, and that she was almost speechless.

“If it’s a private tutoring format at a hagwon, you don’t have to worry about it because it’s possible even after I transfer to high school.”

It was what she expected, so she accepted it calmly.

In fact, it's also true that she got her chance thanks to Yuna Kim. She was determined to keep her promise to him.

Fortunately, it's been quiet these days, so I haven't created any direct problems, so a few hours a week should be enough.

But Yuna's mother looks dissatisfied with my answer.

She shook her head and opened her mouth.

“No, sir. I didn't say that.”

So what?

Hopefully I'm not asking you to sit down in middle school like this.

“I’m asking if you can personally look after me instead of watching me two or three hours a week as it is now. I heard from Yuna that she also does math . . . how do you feel about it?”

When Yuna's mother spoke in her earnest tone, it was hard to say no at once.

She has absolutely no intention of doing private tutoring.

Because she can not be satisfied with the stream in front of the huge sea.

but.

·········.

How do I reject this?

It's a bit hard to get and eat the balls and say something you don't like...

“·················ogue.”

As I wait without answering, the atmosphere at the table becomes strange.

Have I misunderstood the purpose of silence?

Yuna's mother opened her mouth as if she knew everything.

“How much?”