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Episode 038: The flapping of a caged bird's wings (4)

[Thank you very much sir. In the meantime, I've only been in a lot of pain, but thanks to the teacher, my mourning and studying will start, and I think I'll be able to live better if it's just like these days]

An angry voice came from over the receiver.

The owner of the voice is Park Il-han's mother. As soon as she checked her son's grades, she seemed to be in touch right away.

“What have I done? It’s because Ilhan is following along so well.”

I smiled softly and answered.

Then there was a sound that seemed to explode from the receiver.

[no! I should have had someone like a teacher right away, but I feel like I was wasting my time with strict things, so it's a pity. No, sir, how did you treat our child in such a short time... No, really?]

She said in disbelief.

With her own hands she had entrusted her children to me, yet she did not seem to have much faith.

It was a remark that she was too insensitive for a mother to make, but it wasn't that she didn't quite understand, considering the relationship she had with him during that time.

I answered calmly.

[It's me. I'm an expert.]

As I spoke, I could hear violent clashing over the receiver.

In fact, Korean teenagers spend at most two or three hours with their parents.

Excluding the time spent in bed, school, and academy, the expression that only the face passes by would be correct.

As a result, it was virtually impossible for parents to understand the study tendencies, concerns, and tastes of students.

Reluctantly, parents try to entrust the problems of their students entirely to the school teachers, but unfortunately, the school teachers cannot afford to take care of each student with heavy tasks other than student guidance.

“·················ogue.”

Because paradoxically.

The people who best understand the worries, tastes, and study styles of students of this age are the hagwon instructors who are bound by business relationships with the students.

Instructors are treated differently at the hagwon according to their actual performance, so they must pay more attention to each student.

Naturally, it is necessary to understand the characteristics of the students better than the students themselves.

Only then will we be able to come up with a plan that suits each student and implement that plan at a speed that students can follow.

‘Like a quest.’

I looked at my phone screen and thought.

Instructors should not stop at teaching them to catch the stars in the sky like their parents.

You must be the one who can point the way to the nearest mountain from the stars.

If not, someone who eventually gets used to passing the blame on to the student.

You will end up becoming a 'yangachi' wearing a teacher's mask.

[···When do you have time? Are you okay today? I think we should talk about our kid’s college.]

“Mom, there is still a lot of time left. Please don't think too hastily and trust me and Ilhan."I moved towards the classroom, dissuading her that she would come to the academy any moment.

“Then I’ll see you next time, Mom. Yes Yes. Have a nice day mom too.”

Hang up the phone in front of the classroom and open the door.

squeak-

Rusty hinges twisting.

Then, Il-han Park, who was tapping the laptop, turned his head and looked at me.

“···Sam. Did you finish the call?”

The guy grinned and he turned the laptop towards me.

When I looked at the laptop screen, the writings he wrote were densely filling the laptop screen.

“Then please read my post. fun or not This episode takes a little while, so..."

I smiled and started reading what he had written.

“·················ogue.”

Park Il-han's anticipatory eyes are felt in the blind spot.

This is exactly how the boy's mother asked.

A method of putting a stone that lost its track due to continuous stress back into its own track.

“In the past, when everyone told me to study, I hated having to memorize only mathematical formulas and English words, but these days I like being able to write while studying. Because the burden has been reduced, a lot of the buzzing has gone away.”

As if it was the first time he had honestly told his inner feelings, the boy spoke without hiding his shyness.

“Because of that. I was concerned about my mock test scores, which I didn't even care about in the past. No matter how well you write, it's useless if you don't get the lowest grade. It's a waste of what I've done so far, so I'm going to study."

Hearing what he said, I slowly nodded my head.

No matter how hard the instructor lectured and tried to grab the student by the neck and run, he couldn't move forward without the student's will.

Because the most important thing in education was to make students aware of the need for study on their own.

‘This is a virtuous cycle.’

Parents, it is good that the child who loses his goal and wanders finds his place,

It's good to get away from the parents who insist that the student should fly towards the star that is no longer visible.

Instructor... It's good to get honor and money at the same time.

“This episode is also interesting. Do you think your grammar is getting better?”

When I said that, the guy smiled brightly and nodded his head.

"okay? So, is it okay if I put it up like this?”

I nod and he turns his laptop towards him and starts clicking his mouse.

I couldn't find a single handful of darkness on the face of the guy who uploaded my novels.

It is an unbelievable brightness even for a person who had maintained a cynical expression just a while ago.

Moreover, the pure functionality of this method does not stop there.

“But these days, the upload cycle is fast?”

When I asked, the guy who slowly raised his head scratched his head and opened his mouth.

“That’s because my writing speed has gotten a bit faster these days. In the past, it was difficult to write one episode every two days, but these days, I write one episode a day, and if I’m in good shape, two episodes a day just come out.”

Then he adds:

“Still, I’m doing everything my teacher told me to do. You don't have to worry.”

It was the effect he was vaguely thinking about.

Since the sentences of the Internet novel, which emphasize readability, and the sentences of the essay, are similar, it was assumed that a synergy effect would occur if the two were used in parallel.

But after listening to what he said, I think my guess was right.

“It’s nice to be able to write a lottery because I can write faster. I also have a little time left to solve the essay mock test.”

do the students know?

The greatest compliment to the instructor is that it is not the money parents deposit, nor the number on the test paper.

What could be more valuable than the words of sincere joy that come out of a student's own mouth?

It's pretty rewarding.

* * *

The classroom after all lectures at the academy.

Sit alone and organize student records. Since the number of students has increased considerably, it took a long time to organize the daily class records.

‘Should we hire some people?’

I'm a human too, so when I'm working so late at night, I've been thinking like this.

However, since it was to organize data about students, it was impossible to entrust it to anyone because it was difficult.

Moreover, there were students who had to take care of themselves, so I was reluctant to expand the manpower yet.

'It would be better to give it a little more time. As someone you can trust.’

I took a sip of the thickly burnt cocoa. Then, slowly, I continued to organize.

First, check the grades of the students who took the mock exam today.

The original mock test scores are slightly different from the test scores.

Even if you neglect your body a little, it fluctuates a lot, but the usual physical is important for the mock exam.

Because of this, most of the students have received scores that are not much different from the previous mock test.

But there were some that stood out.

That student is Il-Han Park.

The guy's case could be seen as a case of showing an unexpected height.

Even I showed confidence in his college entrance exam, but I didn't know that his skills would improve so rapidly.

'Language level 3. Level 6 repair. Foreign language level 5. Exploration Level 4.'

It was a poor score for high-ranking students, but the score of a guy who had filled all fields except language with 777 like a slot machine until recently was an incredible grade.

Until just a few weeks ago, he was a guy who had trouble with middle school level problems, so getting this score was a miracle in itself.

Park Il-han was really improving his grades faster than I expected.'If this happens, I'll have to change my plans a bit?'

The initial prediction was to improve his basic skills while improving his basic skills under the permission of Ulleongjeung, and to try to match the lowest score in the essay based on that score.

Of course, I had plans to apply for Hanyang University, which completely abolished the lowest score on the CSAT, if it seemed impossible to raise the score because the boy's nervousness was not fixed until the end.

'·· Now there is no need for that.'

Rather than sending him to college, I think he can prepare for the exam by thinking about the school he wants and the department he wants.

* * *

school.

Break time.

Yuna Kim and her group are gathering at one desk and eating bread.

They have been sweeping away all the hot products from the school canteen as well as the convenience store in front of the school.

If she was a high school girl who said she'd eaten quite a bit of snacks, she couldn't pass Yuna's table, and she was sneaking in.

For other students, she may be afraid that the snacks she bought with her little pocket money will be stolen from others.

The remnants of the old 20th Corps, including Yuna, naturally enlisted those free riders into their own group and were calling out the third generation.

“Young man! Give me lots of strawberries. I'll give it to you. This is John Mattang.”

“Ahhhhhhhh? Ugh, that tiramisu is too sweet...but didn't you say you're on a diet?"

"I? I don’t get fat even if I eat, so it’s okay.”

But then, as a female student passes by the children who are noisyly sweeping snacks, she sheds words.

“No. Yuna, do you think you're a little overweight?"

Then, the motion of Yuna putting a large tiramisu into her mouth stopped.

Yuna's face, which had been unleashed by her sweetness, hardened coldly.

“Mountain Sol?”

When Yuna speaks in her low and low voice, the crowd around her stops for a moment, and looks at the girl who spilled her words to Yuna.

The girl who received everyone's attention chews her lips with a trembling expression.

Her female student's name is Park Hyeon-sun.

She was a student who had the prettiness of the school people with her pretty looks and decent grades.

However, since the beginning of this year, she was pushed by Yuna in terms of both her appearance and her grades.

“No, it’s not a big deal, it seems a little overcooked, so be careful. You can't come out like a pig when it's on Yotube, right? It's a dart girl or something~"

As Park Hyeon-sun, who was receiving the gaze of her children, smiles slightly and speaks, Yuna Kim's eyes change sharply.

“Hey Paksun, do you have thorns in your horse?”

As Yuna Kim spoke as if she was engraving her letter on the ground, Hyunseon Park shrugged her shoulders with an exaggerated expression.

"Oh sorry. Is the broadcast over? uh? Aren't you done yet? It's surprising. The instructor was handsome, but he didn't seem to have the skills."

For a moment, those around them saw it.

A cool blue light flashed in Yuna's eyes.

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