Episode 001: A Day from Jijapdae

“Mr. Kim, really like this…”

My name is Junyoung Kim. Thirty-one years old

His occupation is a Korean language instructor at a local hagwon.

However, lectures are held two or three times a week... The rest of the work is picking up children in a van, printing documents, and other small poems.

It wasn't like this from the beginning.

Even after graduating, he was quite popular for his neat looks and sense.

but now···

“Are you really going to do things this way?”

While printing the book up to the part that other instructors had checked, I was surprised and dropped the paper I was holding.

“It’s a good thing. It's very unique. Can't it be cool to copy now?"

“·················ogue.”

When I shut my mouth, the director clicked his tongue.

“What do you do when you have a dull appearance? Since they are from Jijap University, their grades are dropping, but that doesn’t mean they are farts from their parents.”

“·················ogue.”

It's a good thing there are no students.

Fortunately, I avoided being rude in front of children.

'after······.'

I want to throw away the resignation letter I always carry with me right away.

This month's payday is just around the corner. had to endure

In order to protect the house left by his deceased parents, he has to endure even this dog-like deed and live on.

finally.

"sorry······."

I had to say this.

Seeing that day, the director frowned and clicked his tongue.

“Okay, I contacted the teachers about having a dinner party after school today. I don’t want anyone to fall in like the last time, so I tell them to attend at all costs!”

“·················ogue.”

“Especially if the female teachers say they won’t come, Kim will bring them even if they are carrying them.”

"···all right."

I resented the me in the past, who didn't know that school work wasn't just about conducting classes well.

The director, who had his tongue pulled out, stumbled and disappeared into his room.

Perhaps because of the shouting, in the first classroom, a man who looks like a grumpy frog sticks his head out and smiles round and round.

“Sir Kim! Did you crash again? hey, you're good at that. Do you have nothing to do with your back and education? Then why should I do better?”

1st classroom.

A group of people favored by parents.

Those who are treated incomparably better than the second office where I live are in terms of salaries, ratios, and even the condition of equipment.

And one of them, that guy, Park Hoon, was one of the guys who pushed me out of the position I was originally supposed to get.

“·················ogue.”

Let my face harden

“Why do you look like that? Hey, is this bad? I didn’t say anything that wasn’t… just because I was worried.”

widely. widely.

He taps my shoulder and adds a word.“I think it’s senior’s advice! Yes? You know, my heart?”

Seeing the guy who came in a long time behind me trying to pretend to be a senior makes me feel embarrassed.

However.

had to endure He pressed the flickering finger down with the other.

"Yes, Thank you."

“It’s okay to know. Oh, I will tell Eunsol to come to the dinner, so don’t worry about it, okay?”

I just nod my head at Park Hoon's words.

Eunsol. The queen of this academy, who belongs to the same classroom as him, but occupies a unique position among them.

Model-like proportions and an alluring face that seems to turn all idols into squid if they enter an idol right away.

After graduating from a top university in Korea, he completed his studies in the United States.

He is such a fascinating person that I can't understand why he stays in small and medium-sized academies.

at that time.

“Did I tell you not to call me by my name?”

A voice that seemed to be about to blow in the north wind came from behind.

Eunsol. Suddenly she was standing in her hallway.

Park Hoon stutters in great bewilderment.

“No… Teacher Eun. We might even call each other names..."

Again and again-

She approached me from behind her back and passed me. She then put on a cold expression as she stood in front of Park Hoon.

“What are you doing? family? friend? lover?"

“·················ogue.”

“As far as I know, I don’t think Mr. Park and I are that close.”

She is known for being particularly harsh with others.

I don't think it's like that for female students again...

After Park Hoon fell into a groggy state,

She gave her a small nostril and turned her head to look at me.

But she didn't say anything for a while.

Soon Eunsol's lips moved.

“Mr. Kim. I thought the principal was doing what the female teachers were doing after school... What's going on?"

She asked me with a calm complexion. She was glad she didn't hear what the director had to say.

But she thought she was relieved when her voice calmed down,

“Ah, Eunsol-sama, that’s it!”

Park Hoon, who had escaped from the groggy state, intervened again.

Why is the teacher's learning ability so low?

“Did you ask Mr. Kim?”

“·················ogue.”

Eunsol cut off Park Hoon's words and immediately looked at me with clear eyes.

I passed on the words of the manager.

“Thank you for telling me. I will tell the director that I will attend.”

And then turn around,

“Isn’t it time for Mr. Park to prepare for class too? Soon it will be time for the children to go home.”

Park Hoon, who glanced at the clock for a moment, smiled and said,

“Ah, yes… it’s already time hahahaha. Teacher Eun, let's go together! I will take the lead.”

“·················ogue.”

Shortly thereafter, the children began to leave school.

The children passed me like a dove as I sat at the desk and permeated into my classroom.

In one classroom, she heard her voice and the frog's voice burst out. Occasional chirping - laughter.

Today, I didn't have class.

* * *

“Hey, Mr. Kim. Come on. Today, three people drank it, so I have to pour three cups of it!”

While the meat was sizzling, the drunken manager's voice stabbed me.

Soon with a rumble.

“The director’s sense is really really that nobody can follow!”

The Korean teacher, who wore dark make-up like a devilish old man, smiled and accepted it with a snoring voice, and the staff of the first classroom around the principal began to laugh and praise the director's sense of humor.

It felt so good that the director, who was drunk, waved a bottle of soju and urged him.

“Sir Kim. It feels bad, but be patient and go away for a while. Let’s finish it quickly and let’s have a drink together, and I’ll live.”

Jisung hyung, who was sitting next to me, stabbed me in the side and said quietly.

The table I was at was the farthest from the director.

Most of the instructors here were trash with broken strings, old age, or chronic diseases.

Unlike the table over there, they had worried eyes.

"Do not worry. Brother, what are you doing for a day or two? Let's have a drink after we're done."

I took a glass and approached the head of the chair. Then he said goodbye and held out his glass.

The director poured soju with an unpleasant smile.

"now. I'll punish you, so I'll follow you with everything! Don't leave it behind and drink it straight. There are still two cups left! I like to roll it up, so would you like some snacks?”

Then come again, and laughter erupted.

The general affairs manager, who was next to the director, smiled.

"Hahaha. If the director said that too, I think that friend is serious. You are such a sincere and serious friend……”

However, the manager soon turns a blind eye.

“Am I serious?”

It was embarrassing.

Most of the ERA of those laughing at this table was made by stepping on me.

Because my class was where the students who were judged to have problems at the academy went around the hands of various instructors.

Students who are reluctant to take on everyone.

But I didn't want to throw them away.

That's why I worked harder than anyone else to prepare materials, prepare for lectures until dawn, and wait for them.

All the children who came to my class dropped out of the academy as soon as they knew they had been abandoned.

Three glasses of bee wine were bitter like poison.

“Come on, let’s go when we’re done. And now I know that I can no longer see the number of students shrinking.”

“·················ogue.”

“You don’t need to say hello when you go, so please go quietly.”

“Drink well…….”

I bowed my head to say hello, and when I came back, I saw several faces.

Frogs spinning around, the old lady clinging to the head with a smirk, and the head of the general affairs department with a slightly stiff face.

And Eunsol, who doesn't seem interested in this position at all.I walked out of the meeting room like I was being kicked out.

* * *

“Yes, brother. it's okay. Baby toad are you talking like that, where are you for a day or two? I just went to the pocha and had a bowl of udon noodles.”

I hung up Jeo-seong's phone and waited for the bus that didn't come.

The car is the last car.

If I miss this car, I have nowhere to go.

My vision was blurry after I poured out two bottles of soju from the food stall heading out of the dinner party.

Steam rose up along the breath he exhaled, and the moon rose above the puddle of snow melted.

“Where was the card…….”

It's dark at night, so I'm afraid the bus won't see me, so I take out my wallet and look for my bus card.

hard-

A heartless card fell into a puddle of water.

The moment I was about to bow my back involuntarily.

under-

I wanted to give up everything.

I didn't want to even think of picking up a fallen card. I don't have a lot of money anyway. throw it away?

I was afraid because the lights of oncoming cars seemed attractive.

That was then.

“Hey young man. You dropped your card!”

A tired voice calls me. But I don't have the strength to turn my head.

“No need, now.”

I replied helplessly.

However?

Inkigae, whom I thought would disappear, slumped down in the seat next to me.

Astonished, he looked up and saw an old gentleman in a white coat sitting with a dagger in one hand.

"I've never seen a young man like you before. I was a young man who worked on wood. He was very sincere and honest.”

Then, suddenly, a wet card is suddenly held out in front of me.

“Take it. your card.”

What is the purpose of picking up and returning something that has fallen into a puddle of rain?

As I looked down with a bewildered expression on my face, I saw the old man holding three cards in his hand.

Gold, silver, and the card I dropped.

“What are these cards?”

“What card did you drop? Let’s choose.”

It was not normal to see him smiling round and round or wearing a white suit.

Are you a new junkie?

nodded.

“I’m sorry, old man. I can’t buy it because I don’t have money.”

I took my card from the old man's hand and got up. It seems better to take a taxi than to stay in this uncomfortable place.

However?

“You made a good choice. You are honest.”

select?

At the time, I didn't know the meaning of the old man's words.

Only after getting on the bus did I realize that what I was holding wasn't my debit card, but a card-type USB.

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