Chapter 23: The melancholy of a new teacher

Chapter 23: The melancholy of a new teacher

EP.23 The melancholy of a new teacher

An eventful weekend has passed, and Monday had come again.

When I opened the back door and entered the classroom 2-B, the window seat was empty.

The main character, Ryuji Sakamoto, didnt seem to have come to school yet.

Hello.

When I put my bag on my seat properly, Satoru in the front seat talked to me.

Did you hear that? There was a gangster duo who made a name for themselves in the first grade, and they suddenly transferred this morning.

In the first grade?

Yeah. I dont know what it is, but they came home after a short weekend out, and they shut themselves up in their room and insisted that they wouldnt go to school.

I had a guess, but I listened to Satoru pretending not to know.

Their parents suspected school violence and came to the teachers office in the morning to make a fuss, which made sense. They said that he eventually went home huffing and puffing.

There must be a reason. Thats why they cant talk.

Right? If hes always been bad, hes got a lot of grudges.

Satoru shrugged as he concluded so.

I opened the latest issue of Jump I bought at the convenience store this morning, thinking it didnt matter.

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The first class on Monday morning was life English.

It was a class conducted by Mizuki Nana, a teacher of our class, and it was popular because the class focuses on basic English conversation rather than focusing on grammar.

It was a very practical class considering that there are people who couldnt speak properly when they meet foreigners even after learning English for more than 10 years in elementary, middle, and high school.

Which of this and this is cheaper?1Texts in italics were originally in English.

She preached first with fluent pronunciation, and the students spoke afterwards.

Left apples are $5 cheaper than right bananas

In the middle of the class, I put a book in front of my head and shook Rikas shoulder, which was sleeping soundly.

Then Rika jumped and raised her head.

Whats going on? Ryu-chan?

The teacher just looked at you.

Then Rika hurriedly wiped the saliva on her mouth, opened the page I told her, and began to imitate her exactly like a parrot.

Then the teachers gaze disappeared.

After reading one English text, Mizuki looked around the class.

Then Since today is the 24th, can the person sitting in the seat behind read the next text?

Number 24 in our class was Momochi Satoru.

And the person behind was me.

Its me.

I was embarrassed by the unexpected point, but I stood up from my seat with a textbook pretending to be resolute.

Rattle!

Then, the eyes naturally gathered.

Because I sat in the back of the class, some even turned slightly.

After turning the page, I started reading the English text.

Im James from England. I came to experience Japanese culture. Can you recommend a good place?

Mizuki was reading English text, walking around the table, avoiding eye contact with Kim Yoo-sung as much as possible.

Which of this and this is cheaper?

If she led, the children with bad pronunciation could do their best to speak accordingly.

I read the following sentence, feeling proud.

Left apples are $5 cheaper than right bananas

During her class, she realized that Kishimoto, sitting in the back seat, was sleeping with her upper body covered with a book.

She wanted to get closer and wake her up but couldnt because the seat next to her was Kim Yoo-sung.

So, while memorizing English texts, I glanced at her, and it seemed that I noticed Kim Yoo-sungs gaze.

Oh my god! Our eyes met!

When she was screaming inside in surprise, Kim Yoo-sung unexpectedly woke Kishimoto up, who was sleeping next to him, to join her class.

His behavior, which was completely different from what she expected, made Mizuki think, Is he surprisingly nice unlike the vicious rumors?

As her inner closeness with Kim Yoo-sung slightly increased, she gained confidence and decided to proceed with the next class.

Then Since today is the 24th, can the person sitting in the back seat read the next text?

She said it, thoughtlessly, as she looked around the classroom.

But it was Kim Yoo-sung who responded to the remark.

Rattle!

An unusually loud sound of a chair being dragged.

Its me.

Come to think of it, it was the first time she heard his voice.

When he stood up from his seat, far above the average height of the Japanese, the eyes of the class children naturally gathered.

Kim Yoo-sung, holding a textbook in one hand, looked down slightly and read the part she pointed out.

Im James from England. I came to experience Japanese culture. Can you recommend a good place?

Whats with his voice.

As if a boat horn was ringing, you could feel an overwhelming charisma in the heavy undertones.

At the same time, his English pronunciation was fluent like a foreign actor, and he had no particular bad habit.

Maybe it was because he was Korean.

It was because Japanese people grow up encountering Japanese-style English from an early age, so they cannot easily change their habits even as adults.

So, whats the right answer for this?

I stammered a little because I was nervous, but when I complimented myself that I asked a good question, Kim Yoo-sung gave me an answer with perfect pronunciation again.

I personally recommend Osaka because it is a place that is visited by many foreigners and has abundant tourism resources such as Kyoto, Nara, and Kobe.

Soon after he had finished all his answers, the whole class fell into a strange silence.

Nice.

Mizuki, who was the first to come to her senses, hurriedly applauded, meaning that he did well.

Then, Kim Yoo-sung slightly lowered his head and sat down again.

Mizuki, who was fascinated by his voice for a moment, shook her head and talked to herself.

Wake up, Nanae! Youre a teacher and hes a student!

She was scared just now, and surprised by his voice, it was really stupid.

She whipped herself to regain her senses and finished her classes.

Two days later, she had no idea that a greater ordeal awaited her.