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Chapter 18

Episode 18: The Little Ball Launched by the Dwarf (3)

– ding dong ding dong ding dong ding dong

class paper.

We trudge down the aisle like well-bred sheep.

And then the teachers follow.

With terrified faces as they tapped the wall to the beat, we adjusted our walking speed according to our grades.

1st grade jokes with teachers slowly, 9th grade hastily avoiding teachers.

widely-

The door is closed.

Everyone in the classroom looked tired.

1st graders sit in the front row and 9th graders sit in the back seat as if possessed. I blankly waited for someone to come in.

Then, if you open your eyes even a little.

Park-

Like now, someone threw chalk and hit my head.

“Applause. Are you doing anything else in class?”

is an english teacher

He is a person who seems too exaggerated to be called a teacher just by what he does,

He was the owner of this school, so no one could touch him.

“Be alert when class starts.”

Looking at the color of his face, it seems he came in wearing a glass of alcohol today.

By the way, should I say that I am glad that I came in 5 minutes after class started today?

“First of all, I have to settle for yesterday’s exam.”

As he says, the children get nervous.

“Count from the bottom up. Applause for once.”

momentarily flinched. The eyes of the children flew and were stuck.

My body almost moved without realizing it.

“Aren’t you going to applaud me? Hurry up and go to class.”

As English called my name again, a few first-class giggling and laughing.

attitude that has nothing to do with them.

It was a spectator watching the people who endure the rods every day.

okay. You don’t have to be afraid of the note test. Because he is kinder than anyone to those who are favored.

However, the children’s expressions darkened as they went to the back of the classroom.

The worse you get on the last test, the better. And the less you believe in yourself, the more.

Normally, I would have left without saying anything. But today was different. Because I also had a corner to believe in.

“Why me?”

Let’s speak in a disgruntled voice. English expression became cold.

“why? Does this child talk to an adult? If you don’t like it, you should have done well in the exam.”

He waved a piece of paper he was carrying.

A piece of paper with the results of yesterday’s exam.

With that thin sheet of paper, he could punish us at will.

It’s the human rights of students. There are still many parents who prioritize grades, no matter what.

However, I was quite confident in yesterday’s exam…

Looking at his expression, which was no different from usual, it seemed that my expectations were wrong.

“·················ogue.”

I looked around and saw the children staring at me.

Also with a very dark face.

With their facial expressions, they were saying, ‘Why aren’t you going out?’ and ‘I don’t want to be harmed because of you.

Level 1 as well as level 9. There was no one on my side in this classroom.

A sigh came out.Drooling-

chair dragging sound. I had no choice but to go out.

He nodded and swung his club.

There was a faint smell of alcohol from the English teacher.

“If you don’t want to score in the future, you will come out on your own. That way, the teacher will be more comfortable and you will be less sick.”

As I lay down in a familiar position, I could see the toes of the children sitting in the front seat.

Toes trembling.

Grunting, sneering and murmuring. got used to

twice a day. It happened every English and Korean class.

Fortunately, the Korean class ended up being hit with a few soles playfully, but the English class was different.

“Come on, put your hips up. okay. Give me strength, or the tailbone will come out? What a skilled assistant, you know well?”

The English teacher’s voice was playful. But the club he wielded was serious every time.

I clenched my teeth.

Thinking of the pain to come.

“Yeah···”

tight-

“study···”

tight-

“If I did…”

tight-

“It won’t be right.”

Paak-

And a moment of silence.

“How many are left?”

No, isn’t that the one he should know best about how many hits?

When I look up at him with an absurd expression, he turns his gaze to see if he is embarrassed.

His ass burned as if on fire.

“Because you hit five of us last time, sir. One more left.”

Then the guy in the front seat opened his mouth. He was the guy waving his feet right in front of my eyes.

Five cars with a score of 50 or less, three each with a score of 70 or less. We paid the exam fee every hour.

But today, I started getting hit without even checking my grades, so it was vague how many shots I should get.

“Well, I’m a regular, so I’ll give you one. Guys, I don’t understand.”

A few children nodded their heads at the English words.

One less hit than usual. Had it been yesterday, I would have thought about unexpected luck.

But today.

My feet didn’t come off the floor.

My body, which had not trembled even when I was hit, is now trembling.

This is nonsense.

I must have written down all the answers to yesterday’s exam questions. But is it all wrong?

Something was clearly wrong.

“·················ogue.”

I got up and tried to speak English.

Then the English tilted her head and opened her mouth.

“Why not enough?”

Then he started calling other students’ names. familiar names. They are regular customers like me.

But it’s a pity to step back as usual. At least I need to get a score.

Wouldn’t it be better to go to the academy and complain to the instructor who was arrogant yesterday?

“…my score. How many points?”

When I spoke with a biting lip, I opened my mouth with a genuinely puzzled expression in English.

“Your score is the same every day, isn’t it?”

But I couldn’t back down.

‘Cause I was sure

“So, how many points? You have to tell me to study more.”

When I ask again strongly, I put on a face that English is ridiculous.

“Hey, look at this guy.”

Only then, English begins to check the transcript with a frown on his face.

But as he was checking the names one by one, his face hardened for a moment.

“···uh?”

English was not spoken.

Only then could I be sure.

“How many points?”

English reluctantly opens her mouth.

“…90 points.”

Moment.

The first face that came to mind was yesterday’s instructor. What should I say about this heart? His heavy heart when the first trust relationship in his life just sprouted.

But let’s delay feeling that feeling a bit.

I opened my mouth, looking at the club in English’s hand.

“What are you going to do, my ass? I am still very sick.”

Then he opened his mouth with a shaky expression in English.

“I feel sorry for the teacher today, but what should I do? you need to understand Instead, the next time I get hit, I’ll take the one I got today.”

“I don’t think anything will be right in the future.”

Hearing my answer, English hesitates. I glanced around the classroom and saw that the children’s attention was focused on this side. It’s not an atmosphere that’s going to go away.

“…or would you like to hit one?”

He held out his club with his playful face.

The other children in the classroom looked at us with a ‘what?’ expression.

“·················ogue.”

let me say nothing

“Then let’s say that Suhan got all of his friends, especially for today. hey Suhan is accusing other friends today. You are dear.”

He trembled softly with a smile on his face. Even the children who were called out for what they did to just cover their mistakes with butts were asked to go back in.

But my words are not over yet.

“Teacher···”

English puts on an awkward smile when I call.

“Um, why?”

I opened my mouth in a calm tone.

“You have to lie down.”

* * *

The complex is in trouble.

Somehow, I tried to overuse the multifunction device from that day on, but the paper has been chewing continuously since before, and the rollers have been spinning.

The single-sided printing did well, but the double-sided printing was chewed up about once every 4 pages, so I couldn’t do it even if I wanted to prepare.

“·················ogue.”

Well, it was fortunate that all the essential fingerprints were pulled out yesterday, but the application problems seemed to have to be abandoned as they are.

I pressed the cancel button slowly.

Then, the MFP, which was spinning with a squeaking sound, stopped printing and became silent.

shudder-

In the meantime, however, a paper jammed.

When I opened the back cover to take out the paper, I felt a chuckle behind my back.

“Sir Kim. Why is the printer not working?”

It was Kim Won-yong.Again, holding a huge print, he was smiling at ease.

It seems that he went to the office next door as he tried with this print and failed.

“You haven’t picked one yet? Do you think there were no printers like this in Mr. Kim’s previous workplace?”

He opened his mouth, glancing at a bundle of his prints as if to look at me.

He was quite heavy and his arms were trembling, but he didn’t seem to want to put it down.

“The latest devices are sensitive, so you have to handle them with care. If you treat it like a cheap printer, it will break like that.”

It’s a single smile.

Over Kim Won-yong’s shoulder. It seemed that the instructors were rude. They were the people who experienced the printer scramble the other day.

I pulled out the jammed paper and opened my mouth.

“Iknow, right. It looks like someone just handled it and broke it.”

Saying that, I went back to my seat. After all, just because there are a few exam questions doesn’t mean you can’t attend class.

Then I heard Kim Won-yong muttering something from behind.

Either way, I turned on the computer and checked the data. These are class materials that have been transferred from home in advance.

Materials organized by each school. Materials from the note test to the personal test and the mock test are organized and fleshed out.

It wasn’t a situation where I could be shaken just by pulling out a few problem papers. Because I knew where the question was going to be raised anyway.

100% hit rate. Here are some other issues I’ve culled for gimmicky camouflage.

However, these problems are also slightly different types of problems that will actually appear. To cover problems that cannot be solved by simply memorizing the correct answers with the students’ real abilities.

Therefore, even if you bring only one textbook, you can inevitably have a more solid class than other instructors.

That was then.

quiver-

I could see Park Soo-han creeping in through the monitor.

He looked around the classroom for a while, then looked at my face and approached me with a determined expression on his face.

Like a general heading to the battlefield after cutting his wife and children, he has a grim expression.

Kim Won-yong, who saw Park Soo-han, seemed to say something, but he didn’t seem to see it.

The boy, who even Bobu approached confidently, stood in front of me and opened his mouth slowly.

“Teacher, please make me a disciple.”

He seemed to be reading a Korean book. Kim Won-yong, who was sitting next to him, was looking at me with a confused expression.

“What do you mean out of nowhere? You are still taking classes.”

Hearing my words, he shook his head.

The form in which he shakes his head is also extremely serious. I laughed out loud without realizing it.

“Not that. I will formally apply for tutoring. I got all the permission from my mother.”

I think it’s because he gave a brief class to prepare for the note test.

If he doesn’t accept it, he’s waiting for my answer, in a posture that’s even a mortal sin.

By the way, he seemed quite determined to have already gotten permission from his parents.

“·················ogue.”

Come to think of it, it didn’t seem too bad to give this guy a private tutor.

As much as I was determined to raise the grades of the class I’m in charge of anyway.

It would be easier to start with a case where only a few subjects didn’t get grades like this guy, rather than a case where he couldn’t figure out how to use his hands.

Besides, his willpower seems to be quite strong.

“Well then. Instead, take the classes you are currently taking, and add Korean language tutoring to that.”

But the boy’s expression didn’t go away.

He shook his head and opened his mouth.

“No, not just Korean, please speak English. I will cut off English at that school.”

Yes?

It was an unexpected word.

The boy’s face was surprisingly calm.

However, the expression on the expression of Won-yong Kim, who is in charge of English, looking back is truly speculative.

Her mouth wide open and her eyes wide open.

It looked as if its nose had been stung by a small bee who looked down on it.