Just an ordinary private tutor

First Date 1

The terrifying final exam period has passed, and the final report card has arrived.
It was distributed. I quickly accepted the paper and put it in my bag.
I threw it away. I wasn't ready to see the grades yet.

“Songdo, what are you doing? Are your grades ruined?”

"Shut up."

I just ignored my friend Hayeon nagging me next to her
He packed his bags. He seems to be campaigning about his good grades.
I really don't want to see this one.

“You said you were tutoring.”

"I don't know, Mr. Lee, I'm going to be screwed!"

"Why the sudden rash?"

I pressed my face against the desk without saying anything.
It's not really ruined, is it?


But my depression unexpectedly got worse on my report card.
It disappeared as soon as I saw it.

'Wow, I got a 4th grade!!'

Fortunately, I got a grade 4 in English and Math!
My Korean is level 5, but there's nothing I can do about it.

“Did your grades go up a lot?”

“Did you do well?”

"Well then, good job."

After receiving praise from my mom, I quickly sent a KakaoTalk message to my teacher.
Sent. I couldn't help but share this happy moment.

'Teacher, I got a 4th grade!!!'

'Yeah, you've worked hard'

‘Do I have to keep my date promise??’

'blanket'

He answers roughly with just one initial consonant, as if he's not guiding anyone. What is it?
Who said he'd listen to anything? Anyway, he's prickly.

'Are you free this Saturday?'

'uh'

'See you in front of the apartment complex at 10 o'clock
Come dressed nicely, not like usual.'

The read receipt appears, but I haven't received a reply. Is it being ignored?
But where did you get the date acceptance? From now on, on Saturdays
All that's left is to wait happily.




The long-awaited Saturday morning has finally arrived.
I woke up early and hurriedly ate, washed, and changed clothes.
Mom looked at me with suspicion.

“What are you doing so frantically on a weekend morning?”

"Oh, I'm going to meet a friend!"

“Oh my, you’re going out to play as soon as your grades come out?”

Mom quickly looked away and picked up the remote control.
I was just wondering, but fortunately I didn't get caught. I quickly put on my shoes.
I put my foot in.


Because it came out too quickly, I had to wait for a long time. For nothing
I'm so excited. I'm just staring at the tips of my shoes.
Someone strode towards me.

"hi."

I raised my head at the familiar voice. It was definitely the teacher.
The atmosphere was different than usual.
Half-slicked back bangs, black shirt and ripped jeans.
It's very unfamiliar.

“Teacher, your style is very different today.”

“I told you not to dress like you usually do. Why, is that weird?”

Is that what you call talk? It's actually good because it fits perfectly.

“No? He’s so handsome.”

"Well then, that's good. Hmm..."

He pauses for a moment and stares at me. He looks a bit nervous.
I swallowed dry saliva.

“You’re different from usual.”

"Of course!"

"It's prettier."

For a moment, my thought process seemed to have stopped and I froze. Now, I
Did I mishear you?

"Teacher, what did you just say..."

"Let's go. The bus is almost ready."

Who would have thought that I would be thrilled by that indifferent tone of voice?
I followed him, secretly cheering.
Today felt like it would be the most enjoyable day I've had in a while.