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01ㅣFirst impression ruined by war
After winter passed and in early spring, I hated that the girls' school uniform was a skirt. They told me to wear a uniform when my legs were freezing to death, whether I was wearing a shirt, a cardigan, or a miniskirt. It was the harshest school rule in the world. Despite that, most students wore the uniform with hot packs or long pants to avoid penalty points, but that was still harsh because it was a lot of work.
The annoying school rule that you get 3 demerits for not wearing your uniform and that you are only allowed to wear casual clothes on Mondays. But Shin A-yeon is just a powerless student who doesn't have much authority, so she only cursed inwardly whether or not she was made to wear a skirt uniform in the cold weather.
“Oh my god, did you guys hear the news?”
“Oh, you said there was a restriction on wearing casual clothes on Mondays too? I came up to Daejeon yesterday. It’s spring, but it’s still there. I’m glad I didn’t get frostbite because my legs were cold even though I was wearing a padded jacket. Is this a student rights issue or something?”"What are you doing?"
“Did that even exist? I thought it had never been born.”
Ayeon was reading a book in a shady corner, where not a single sunlight reached, as usual. The students who passed by grumbled nonchalantly, saying the lunch menu was awful and that the food was always so good, but why was it so bad today? They didn't particularly pay attention. However, the conversation that followed caught Ayeon's attention. The shocking news of a Monday uniform restriction made her turn her head involuntarily. She feigned indifference, focusing her eyes on her book and her attention on the group. As soon as she finished speaking, she muttered to herself.
“It’s a bit of a hassle to stop by the convenience store every morning, so should I buy hot packs by the box? Or maybe I could buy several electronic hot packs?”
Just meaningless wordsAs they grumbled and muttered, the lunch bell rang, signaling the end of the day, and the teacher entered. The children, who had been chatting in small groups, hurried to their seats and sat down noisily. A series of loud, clanking noises rang out, then gradually died down. The teacher, still in the chaotic atmosphere, slammed the desk twice to call the attendance book and then, in a calm tone, ordered them to be quiet.
"It's been almost two months since school started, and midterms start next week. Didn't the teacher say? History is all about taking notes and memorizing. In this unit…"
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The bell rang to end the class, and the teacher who was in the middle of a heated class coolly told them to take a break, then organized the materials and left the classroom. Ayeon, who was already tired from the noisy class again, quickly put her hoodie over her head and sat down at her desk.I fell face down as if I was going to collapse.
- Class 2, Grade 3, Number 19… Excuse me, are you Shin A-yeon?
“Huh. What’s going on?”
I was about to lie down and sleep when I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, followed by a voice calling out for help. I raised my head slightly and looked up, but the sudden brightness of the lights blinded my eyes, causing me to frown and close my eyes. When I closed my eyes, the shadows lingering on either side of me vanished. I raised my waist and looked at the boy and asked. The boy, whose large, round eyes stood out, habitually touched the back of his head and lowered his head, resting his hand on the desk. Then, he introduced himself without a second thought, leaving me a bit taken aback.
“I’m Kim Taehyung from class 5, grade 3. You’ll be seeing me often from now on, so at least memorize my face.”
“So why should I do that?”
Taehyung, who was poking his head in to introduce his class and name, snapped at him in a sarcastic tone, as if he was really upset. He laughed ignorantly when I insisted on giving him a reason I wasn't even curious about.
“Are you asking because you don’t know?”
"You're being sarcastic. Then why would you ask if you already know? Looks like you have a tough head on your shoulders."
"You're more foul-mouthed than you look. Anyway, I heard you've been arguing with the entire school since you entered school? I wanted to ask you a favor."
It was obvious you didn't know, you little shit. Why are you asking when you don't know? Are you harsher than you look? You're asking for a favor. You were playing around in the whole school and you said it was just yesterday! Get out of here.
“..You bastard”
“I’m a leader. You can’t just swear in front of me.”
“Oh, so that’s why… what! Yeah, I misspoke when I said I’d help you with that. ”
Taehyung finally smiled, seemingly satisfied, and took a pen out of his pencil case, scribbling on Ayeon's desk. Then, he shrugged, saying, "See you later," and leisurely left the classroom. 010... 1995, 1230? Is that your number? Just in case, he wrote it down on a piece of paper and was about to erase it from the desk...
What the hell? This kid just wrote with a name pen, right?
..Should I kill him?