Chapter 50: The True teacher of our time, Part 2

Yongsan IT High School bus stop.

As the bus stopped, Min Hayoon got off with the other students wearing the same uniform.

“Wow…”

After walking for about 5 minutes, she arrived at the school’s main gate, where a banner was hung.

[Congratulations on your late entrance and late school opening!]

[The best employment rate! Welcome to Yongsan IT High School!]

It was a conventional banner.

“I really hate it… Look at the color…”

Of course, Min Hayoon, who was already twisted from her second entrance, couldn’t help but take even that formal banner negatively.

I mean, that’s understandable.

Imagine someone who just got discharged from the military being thrown into the past, and then six months later, being sent to Nonsan with a banner saying ‘Congratulations on your enlistment’.

Would that look good?

“I have to attend here for 3 years…?”

Feeling dizzy, Hayoon walked past the school gate and across the playground.

The high school she attended before was a regular high school, unlike Yongsan IT High School, but how different could high school buildings be?

She just followed the other students and walked towards the largest building, and when she was about halfway across the playground.

“Waaaaah!”

“Ah, ah!”

Suddenly, someone rushed at her, and Hayoon’s balance was broken, but she managed to stand upright, staggering.

And the identity of the person who suddenly rushed at her was none other than…

“Unnie?”

Choi Arin.

“You’re really at our school?”

“I told you. Would I lie?”

“Hehe.”

“Ha, haha.”

At her characteristic silly smile, Hayoon also smiled awkwardly.

In fact, it was only recently that Hayoon and Choi Arin found out that they were attending the same school.

Since Hayoon didn’t write the high school application herself, she didn’t know which school she would be attending, and she never imagined that Choi Arin would be attending that school.

‘Actually, if I think about it, it makes sense. It’s obvious that unnie lives near Hongdae or Seodaemun Station, and this is the only Meister High School she can attend from there.’

Hayoon was too busy with the status window issue to think about having a conversation about school.

And as time passed, when May came and she took a break from broadcasting, they naturally found out that they were attending the same school while discussing school issues.

“It’s my first time having someone I know enter our school.”

“Don’t you know a lot of people? I’m sure you know the people in the Condi department.”

“Hey, I’m not close to them. The workload for animation majors like me is basically high, and as you know, mine is exceptionally high.”

“That’s true.”

“So I don’t have any friends. Sob.”

Choi Arin, who was awkwardly walking with her arm around Hayoon’s waist, made a cute sound and looked depressed.

“So? What class are you in, Hayoon?”

“Ah, I’m in Condi Class 1. It’s where the illustration majors are gathered.”

“As expected. It’s a tradition that Condi Class 1 is for illustration and Class 2 is for animation. I’ll come visit you later?”

“Yes, come visit.”

Then, like any other high school girls, they smiled and giggled.

She seemed excited that Hayoon was a freshman at the same school, judging by her emotional ups and downs.

‘Does she really not have friends…?’

For a moment, she thought that maybe she really didn’t have any friends.

“Let’s run!”

“Yes?”

“The bell is about to ring, we need to run to get there on time. There are a lot of old-fashioned teachers at our school, so if you arrive just on time, they’ll scold you a lot. It’s better to be early, right?”

She released her arm that was awkwardly holding Hayoon and quickly started running.

“Ah, really…!”

Min Hayoon had no choice but to run after her.

Shortly after, they entered the high school building.

“Condi Class 1 will use this classroom. It’s written on the sign above, right?”

“Ah, thank you. Unnie.”

“You’re welcome. See you later?”

“Yes, see you later.”

Guided by the excited Arin, she entered the Content Design Class 1 classroom.

As she opened the door with a creak.

She felt strange gazes.

From the female students, she felt gazes of admiration or jealousy.

Since Hayoon’s appearance was outstanding, some were intimidated and looked at her with admiration, while others showed jealousy.

The male students were obvious.

Basically, Meister high schools are based on technical high schools.

And there are very few girls in technical and engineering colleges.

Let alone pretty girls? They are as rare as stars in the sky.

But Hayoon, who met those difficult conditions, appeared, so it was natural for them to show a strange interest.

‘This way.’

Min Hayoon checked the seating chart on the blackboard and found a seat by the window.

At least there were only female students around her.

She was relieved that no annoying guys would bother her.

‘Let’s continue drawing.’

Hayoon took out her tablet and started working on the drawing she had been working on before.

If she wants to secure time for work while attending high school, she has no choice but to make use of her spare time like this.

So, she continued to work until the morning assembly started.

“Now, now. Welcome. I’m Park Geun-soo, your homeroom teacher for this year.”

Homeroom teacher Park arrived about 3 minutes before the morning assembly.

Park Geun-soo wrote his name in Chinese characters on the blackboard and gathered the students’ attention.

Right after.

“Phew! I’m not late.”

A male student came running in.

“Name.”

“Yes?”

“Your name. Your name.”

“I, it’s Gwak Seok-min?”

Shouldn’t you be seated before the homeroom teacher enters the classroom? Especially since it’s the first day of school and the entrance ceremony…

That male student.

After a few conversations with Gwak Seok-min, she could be sure.

This person is a real stickler for rules.

‘The morning assembly bell hasn’t even rung yet. This crazy old man…’

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Min Hayoon looked at Park Geun-soo’s back, who was arguing with Gwak Seok-min, with an incredulous expression.

‘Ah, I think I really got a stickler for a teacher…’

Hayoon looked at the podium with a sullen expression that seemed like she could have a fit at any moment.

There, the homeroom teacher with graying hair, who looked like he would talk about politics during class.

Park Geun-soo was giving a long speech.

“You’re not middle school students anymore. I think you all know, but because of COVID-19, online classes are causing poor attendance. Huh? Of course, I think you’ll be more diligent since you’re in school, but…”

It was dizzying.

How can the first thing he says on the first day of school in May be, ‘You guys were bad during online classes, so let’s do better now?’

‘I failed the homeroom teacher gacha.’

Perhaps because she had used up all her luck in the trait gacha.

Min Hayoon realized that the homeroom teacher gacha, which her year depended on, had failed miserably, and she swallowed her depression.

She just hoped that things would go as they should, and she leaned her chin on her hand with a sullen expression, hoping that Park Geun-soo would finish the morning assembly and leave.

“Gwak Seok-min! Your attendance rate is very low. You’re number 1 on the attendance list, you know. Huh? How can you be like this? You came in later than your homeroom teacher today. Huh?”

“I, I’m sorry!”

“Jeong So-yeon.”

“Yes?”

“You should also attend well. Got it?”

“Yes.”

Most of the morning assembly time was spent scolding the students in his class.

‘At least it’s a relief that he’s not trying to discipline the girls too.’

It’s a relief that he’s at least being considerate of the female students, who make up less than 100 out of 400 students in the whole school.

In particular, Hayoon’s class is the Content Design class, which has most of the female students in Yongsan IT High School.

It’s a female-dominated class.

Considering Park Geun-soo’s tendency to be lenient towards female students, she thought that it might not be as bad as her first impression…

“Gwak Seok-min!”

“Yes…?”

“Are you sleepy? Why are you dozing off?”

“No, that’s not it…”

“What do you mean, that’s not it!”

“I’m sorry…”

It was best to pray for the well-being of that friend, Gwak Seok-min.

He was likely to suffer, with the combination of being in a female-dominated class, having a homeroom teacher who favors female students, and being number 1 on the attendance list.

‘He’s going to have a hard time…’

Hayoon glanced at Gwak Seok-min with half-closed eyes and then shifted her gaze out the window.

After that, homeroom teacher Park scolded the male students a little more and then ended the morning assembly.

And then came the break between the first period and the homeroom assembly.

“Hayoon…!”

“Ah, unnie.”

As they had talked about earlier, Choi Arin came to visit.

“Ah, it really doesn’t feel real. How did you think of coming to our school?”

“There was no other high school I could go to nearby. I thought people wouldn’t understand me drawing during class at a regular high school.”

“Yeah, yeah, you came to the right place. It’s very free here.”

Choi Arin still seemed excited and was rustling something in her hand.

“Ah, that…”

Hayoon knows it.

It’s a ramen snack called ‘Anyak’ that she often ate at the school store in middle school.

“You didn’t eat breakfast, did you? Eat this.”

“Ah, no.”

Choi Arin, who had already crushed the Anyak to make it easier to eat, shoved it into Hayoon’s blazer pocket, and Hayoon smiled and said she would enjoy it.

It’s definitely nice to have someone you know at school.

She doesn’t have to go through the trouble of making friends with strangers, and they can share snacks from time to time.

After that, she chatted with Choi Arin about trivial things…

“By the way, can we create a club?”

She got to the point.

Clubs, if done right, might allow them to get free food with the club support fund.