135 – IF . I am a teacher and you are a student (2)

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After returning home, I took a shower and changed clothes.

I didn’t sweat much, but it’s disgusting because it’s disgusting.

“Rice is roughly banana and plain yogurt, and now I have to go out again.”

The reason I set the alarm today is no different.

The romantic web novel that I enjoyed reading is finally being published as a book.

As an incumbent Ropan Yellowy, how could I miss this opportunity?

Writers who suit my taste are books and coins, so I will throw all the money away without leaving anything.

I’m going to get so sick of capitalism that I won’t be able to stop writing for the rest of my life.

“Uhehe, 500 coins to be sent to Najaxo writers this week have been charged. I have to send 100 coins only to the writers who touched my heart today.”

Thanks to a lady from a rich Western family, I even got some money.

At this rate, two or three small cows on the verge of death could be put on a respirator again.

“Let’s see… Are there any works from the 490’s before? I want to get rid of the 500’s before and ejaculate without erection.”

It was the time when I was fiddling with my smartphone as I headed to the bookstore.

“Uh…? We met again.”

“…?”

A strangely familiar voice.

It’s a soft yet refreshing voice like a oriole.

“ah.”

I checked the identity of the voice by lifting my gaze toward the smartphone.

She looks at me and smiles.

Are there any coincidences like this? It was safe to say that this was fate.

“What do you find so interesting about?”

I feel like I can feel the scent of flower buds that bloom in the middle of winter.

Ironically, I even heard the illusion of the scent of spring.

The Liliciana I met this morning was in front of the bookstore.

… .

… .

The men who were about to talk to Lilithiana looked at me and turned around one by one, clicking their tongues.

Apparently, she mistook me for being her boyfriend.

“…Is that on purpose?”

“A little bit? Besides, I met a rare acquaintance in Korea, and I can’t help but say hello, right?”

She shrugged her shoulders deftly.

if you can’t speak

“So, what were you looking for so much fun?”

Lilithiana tilted her head in my direction.

“I don’t have any hobbies to show off my tastes to others.”

I quickly turned off my phone and entered the bookstore.

Did you have nothing to do, or did you change your plan because of me?

Lilithiana followed me into the bookstore and continued the conversation.

“Ah- I’m a person who knows how to respect my tastes! I don’t ignore people just because I watch anime!”

“…Why do you assume that I watch anime?”

“no?”

“no.”

Similar, but not different.

… Rather, it might be said that web novels are a more maniac genre.

“Usually people who hide something like that are often watching anime or manga. There’s no way they’re going around watching porn in broad daylight like this.”

“…Kuhup! Sa, everyone listens!”

Oh my gosh.

I never imagined that I would hear the word porn in broad daylight from such a beauty.

Besides, how does he know that a foreigner is in broad daylight?

If you ask the kids at my school, there must be five or six in every class who don’t know the exact meaning.

“Ah, how is it? If you want to hear it, listen.”

“…ha.”

“So, what did you come to the bookstore to buy?”

“Miss Lilithiana, don’t you have a schedule? Why are you following me like that?”

“No. It was boring to be at home, so I came out to see it…Tada.”

He spread his hands towards me and gave me a funny look.

It’s even more vicious to have no intention of hiding it.

“Don’t treat people as events.”

“Ah, wouldn’t it be nice to be able to go out with a beauty like this? I’m not asking you to buy anything, but let’s go out together.”

“…”

Yeah, to be honest, I don’t feel too bad.

Dating a woman who has the appearance that any man, even a woman, would turn his head at least once.

not bad not good

If I hadn’t come out today to buy a romantic web novel.

‘It feels like a lie when I said I didn’t watch anime just now.’

It was clear that it would be treated as either a light novel or a genuine manga.

Doesn’t the guy who buys and watches anime like that? It is a prejudice that cannot exist in common sense.

Even so, it is unacceptable that I, a Ropan yellowish person, could not buy the book version in time for the first release date.

If a man draws a knife, he should cut a radish.

Ignoring Lilithiana, I headed to the bookstore’s web novel/lanovel section.

Strangely, I can feel Liliciana smiling, but it must be because of my mood.

The first thing I checked upon arriving at the corner was the PR part.

It’s a book that was released today, so isn’t it possible enough?

Unfortunately, however, the publicity part is full of only popular light novels these days.

I had no choice but to squat down in the corner of the web novel corner and start looking for the work.

“Let’s see, the extras…the extras…ah here they are.”

Out of a total of 10 books, I picked up 3 books.

of course.

one for personal use.

one for collection.

One is for missionary work.

“…Do you want to buy three books?”

Liliciana, who had been silently watching me until now, asked with a tilt of her head.

Contrary to my expectations, Lilithiana’s eyes didn’t contain feelings of disdain or disgust.

It seemed like he was just asking out of pure curiosity.

“Yes, it is because there is a place to use it.”

“okay.”

He nodded his head even for a slightly insipid answer.

What is this woman really doing?

Looking at his temperament and attitude, he seems like he might touch my line, but what he actually does doesn’t bother me at all.

That’s all.

It’s partly because of his looks, but the strangely pleasant beat doesn’t stop.

Beep-. The clerk at the checkout barcoded three books and put them in an envelope, glancing at me and Lilithiana.

It feels like my thoughts can be read automatically in my eyes.

People like this like this too… . such a thought.

“It’s 36,000 won. Would you like to earn points?”

“Yes. 010……”

… .

… .

“I’m going back now, but what are you planning on doing there?”

“Uh… I am.”

growl-.

The belly button clock sounded a loud alarm.

I looked at the clock and saw it was 12:30 PM. It’s lunch time.

“Ah, uh… that’s it. I haven’t eaten anything since morning…”

Lilithiana blushed and waved her hand.

Where did the confident attitude from before go?

“Would you like to have lunch together? There’s a homemade burger restaurant near here, and they say their cheeseburgers are really good.”

“Uh…? How did you know I like cheese?”

“Yes? Just…”

Come to think of it, why did I think this woman would like cheese?

I do not know. Is this the view or something?

“It’s just that. Since I’m a foreigner, I thought you might like cheese.”

“Wow… He was a very prejudiced person. But since he is the correct answer, I have nothing to say.”

“He must have given me money. I’ll buy it. I don’t know if I can say I’m buying this.”

“Nihehe, I’ll get it well.”

On this day, like that, I had lunch with Lilithiana, chatting nonchalantly.

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T-T-T-T-.

The sun was bright on Monday morning.

The day I didn’t want to come near forced my eyelids open and the sunlight hit me directly.

“Ha… fuck. I don’t like going to school….”

A zombie-like voice filled the room as if my throat had been cracked all night.

I woke up with messy hair, drank water first, and hurriedly finished getting ready for school.

“…Let’s just eat roughly five fried eggs this morning.”

Eggs are the truth.

Among all the foods in the world, I think there is no food as perfect as eggs.

It’s cholesterol, so if there are no other bad effects, you’d think you’d want to eat an entire carton of eggs all day long.

5 fried eggs each.

salt.

mayonnaise.

Ketchup.

Soy sauce.

After eating with mustard, I left the house.

… .

… .

“So, ‘Yaliyali Yalashung Yallari Yala’ here doesn’t have any special meaning. It’s a unique characteristic of Goryeo songs. It’s a phrase with a simple repetitive structure put in to give a light feeling and a sense of unity for each stanza. I mean this.”

“Saam!

“No, that’s not what it is.”

“Crazy haha, isn’t that enough for a group to do drugs?

“Shut up all the boys? Don’t disturb the teacher’s class.”

“Everyone smells good~ Seongsaengning, I’m going to have a good time~.”

“Ah, sir.”

A typical high school Korean language class.

Maybe it’s because they’re freshman freshmen, but they haven’t lost their liveliness yet.

Half of the students sitting in the back row were sleeping on their stomachs.

Half of them are busy talking secretly to each other.

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Just because you sit in the front row doesn’t mean you’re a good student.

Because most of them interrupt the class with strange poses like just now.

Instead, students with good grades sit in the middle of the second or third row.

Among them, female students show the best class attitude.

“…Since you guys are taking classes like that, there’s a lot of news these days about infringements on teaching rights.”

“No, sir! We’re honestly model students!”

“That’s right! There are also some crazy guys who hit the teacher on the news.”

“…At the very least, if you’re going to compare, let’s compare with humans. What are you going to do with people who don’t even look like humans?”

The time when the students and the teacher were talking nonsense.

smart.

Someone knocked on the classroom door.

Knocking on the door in front of the classroom during class means that at least you are not a student.

It seemed that the same teachers had something to do with each other.

“…? yes-.”

At the same time as I answered, the front door of the classroom opened and the homeroom teacher of the 1st grade 3 class I was teaching entered, scratching his head.

“Ahaha, I’m sorry during class, Mr. Kim…”

“Ah, no…but this teacher. The student behind…”

I caught a glimpse of a strangely familiar silhouette behind the math teacher, the homeroom teacher of first grade class 3.

“Ah, I’m a student who urgently transferred to our school this time. From overseas to our school…”

“…Overseas.”

“””Hey fuck! I’m a foreigner, a foreigner!!!”””

“Where do you bastards dare to interrupt the teacher…”

My discord didn’t end.

At the word foreigner, the eyes of the children turned to the math teacher’s back.

And because the children who checked the appearance of the transfer student opened their mouths and exclaimed.

At the same time as the exclamation, the appearance of the transfer student who revealed her appearance was so familiar… No, because it belonged to a child.

“Uh, you, you…”

“Oh, hello sir. Nice to meet you again here.”

She is smiling like the last time.

A woman with amethyst-colored eyes and silvery-white hair… Child.

Apparently, Lilithiana was a transfer student to the school I was attending as a Korean teacher.

A fleeting memory.

-Ms. Lilithiana.

… … Oh shit, it’s a little tricky to cheat on a foreigner’s age.

Westerners completely forgot that they maintain their youthful youth until they reach their late thirties.