Poten

A chalk plug?

Teacher's necessities are noteworthy on the chalkboard. Minho paused in front of his desk and taped his index finger against the plastic chalkboard.

- Sun Wu, why are you submitting another blank? Dreams, whatever you want to do. Think about it. There's plenty to fill.

- I don't know what to do, sir. He's not as smart as the captain.

As the light was absorbed, one of the memories contained in the love product flashed.

Minho felt like he was becoming a student who was discussing the future right where he was standing, and encountered a young teacher who was the owner of the care package.

The teacher in the memory slapped the student on the head with the paper he was holding.

- Yonseok, don't worry about talent. Do what you like. After graduating and going to society, the kids who were working hard just wanted to do what they wanted to do succeeded.

- Even if you can't study?

Students are not about grades, they're about tests. You know Kim Myeong-sik from baseball? He just sleeps at the end of the school every day. This is as bad as it gets.

- Not the last mark this time. My average score was 13 points. I think I got a better one this time. Hehe.

- Get down.

The counseling that was rehearsed came to a slumber. In the exam, I turned the answer to the student who did not get a fifth of the correct answer to the question into a view of loving love.

Instead of taking the picture with one number, the ethics teacher followed a loving little tip, saying that he prefers 3 times.

Minho, who was giggling because it seemed so intense, looked at the faded group photo on one side of his desk. The owners of this favorite item were students at the time of their first meeting.

‘This is him. ’

The last student, Jang Seon-woo, who has the same face as a liar. What are they doing now?

Glug.

I quickly regained my senses with the sound of the door opening in the office.

“Who is it?”

The young teacher who peered at her as a love product stood in front of Minho's eyes as an old man. Minho realized that Minho was the owner of the affections and immediately bowed her head.

“I'm Kang Min-ho, the new transfer. ”

“Transfer? Oh, the shoot? Second grade class class class lecture, Hong Do-sub. Nice to meet you. You look handsome because you're an celebrity. ”

Min Ho politely reached out his hand to Hong Do-Seop who asked him to shake his hand. Hong Do-Seop held his other hand over Min-ho's hand and said.

“Be careful not to water my celebrities. These guys are too young to see anything else but cool. ”

Hong Do-sub smiling. His eyes seemed to see the pros and cons of the celebrity profession, and his years in prison were evenly reflected in the teacher's years of dealing with children.

After shaking hands, Minho looks at the chalk plugs on his desk for a while.

‘What kind of abilities? ’

The subject in charge of Hong Do-Sub was a language, but I did not come up with knowledge related to the language. Min-ho was worried because she still had her affections on the side of the break room, and her gaze remained on the other performers who were sitting in uniform.

The gagman Yang Se-ho must have lost his eyeballs in the middle of lunch while he slept in class. Man Idol Hwang Ji-hoon would have done clean up even if he hadn't studied. It must have been a model student. Announcer Kim Dong-ju. Im Kwang-Gyu, the actor who seems to be late every day.

And…….

Minho looked at Yoon Seul, a four-dimensional girl with extraordinary talents who was staring at a blank correction, and realized.

Hong Do-Seop was guessing what would happen later when he saw the students. And I don't care about the education and the advice.

‘I would be lucky to be taught by such a man. ’

“Teacher.”

“Huh?"

“Are those the photography students over there? ”

Warmth was hanging around the eyes of Hong Do-sup, who turned his eyes to the picture.

“Yes. It's been about 20 years since I was first appointed to the province. ”

“How are they doing now? ”

“I'm sure you're doing just fine without saying anything. ”

A short but unfortunate answer to Hong Do-sub that no news is good news. I felt disappointed there. In high school, Minho thought I should call Eun-ho who worried that the game should not be the whole of her life.

“Hey, Kang Min-ho! You cut back on your clothes! ”

Jinkyu entered the office. Minho turned his gaze to Jinkyu and smiled deeply, feeling the look of Hong Do-Seop, "I went to see a girl after a palm tree."

“Looks like you're here. ”

Thousands of PDs opened their mouths to the cast members in the break room.

“You won't be disappointed to know that we made a couple of close friends. ”

Gageman Yang Se-ho and Idol Hwang Ji-hoon are in the second grade. Announcer Kim Dong-joo and actor Im Kwang-gyu are in the 2nd grade as 6th class.

‘Lee Seol and I are in third class. ’

Minho confirmed that he was halfway to Hong Do-Seop and shouted in his heart that there would be a chance to use his love products. Then I met Jinkyu, who was shouting "Nice."

Why do you like him? ’

Minho had no idea that Jinkyu was grinding his teeth to set an example for himself.

“Hey, Minho. ”

Today's lead will be me, and Jinkyu, who looks nervous, smiled.

“Ms. Hong Do-Seop, don't you know who she is? ”

“You seemed like a nice guy to say hello to. ”

“What, that non-authentic assessment. ”

Jinkyu waves her fingers.

“First-degree scholarship, where Dongam Goo scored 40% of the academic admission rate for the fifth consecutive year. He's one of the best academic counselors in the world, and he's been recognized by the Ministry of Education as an excellent youth counselor. ”

Jinhee shrugged her shoulders and asked Jinhee, "Is it true what she saw with the gaze of her affections earlier?"

“What was your hope when you were in school? ”

“Of course it's a rapper. That's from a fancy school, too. Don't you remember? ”

“Weren't you planning on picking up the artist with that Kanji? ”

“What!”

You shake your head hastily, as if it wasn't a dull, stabbed expression. Minho dared to nod.

“Got it.”

“Well, you know what? ”

While looking at the timetable, Yoon Iseol looked up.

“Hey, what's a pickup artist? ”

“This is a job you should never meet. ”

When Yoon Lee Seol gazed back, Jinkyu started smoking something else.

“All future events are the same as those of the same class. There will be time for individual interviews after dinner. Well, have a good day at school. ”

After the words of the thousand PD, the class teachers who were waiting with the attendance came to me.

Hong Do-Seop examined the new name included in the attendance.

“Jin-gyu Park. Who's Jin-gyu Park? ”

“Yes, sir! ”

Jinkyu jumped up and ran to the side of Hong Do-sub.

“Please call me Jinkyu. ”

“What a celebrity. He's gorgeous. He must be popular with women. ”

“That's right…. ”

Jinkyu, who was about to be slightly grimaced by the praise of Hong Do-Seop, recalled Minho's words and flinched. No, I'm not trying to be a celebrity with a girl!

In the meantime, Yoon Yi Seol and Min Ho also approached.

“Good morning, sir! ”

“You graduated and you're done. ”

“Heh heh. My hairdresser gave me some makeup. ”

Yoon Iseol, who was shy with her tongue out, said as if Hong Do-sup was strong.

“I heard that they became singers. If you go, you'll be in trouble. There are a lot of kids who want to fall asleep and audition for celebrity class. ”

I quickly interrupted the euphemism I was listening hard to.

“If that's the case, sir! Study and hip-hop. Consult me on both. ”

“Jingyu. No, Jingyu would appreciate it. ”

“Just trust me, haha! ”

Yoon Lee Seol pointed to Min Ho.

“Yes, if you audition for music, you too... ”

Minho closed his mouth like lightning. And he smiled at Hong Do-Seop.

“Sir, the morning inquiry is over. Shall we go up? ”

“Look at me. This isn't happening here. ”

Leaving the school room, Minho whispered a small word to Yoon Yi Seul.

“I'm just a student today. Focus not on me, but on revealing yourself naturally. ”

“Yes, brother. ”

Minho's role in the program was one. Helping Yoon Lee Seol adapt to her skills. Other than that, it did not matter, but it was right to refrain from doing things that seemed to be annoying.

“Hey, Minho. ”

Jinkyu grabbed Minho's shoulder with a crisis expression.

“Huh?"

“What's your label name? ”

“You're on your own. ”

“Why? Are you afraid to do it? ”

“Starfice, don't worry, there's only two singers who have an album. ”

Minho followed the previous steps of Hong Do-sup and Yoon Lee Seol to the second floor.

“Damn, I forgot. ”

Jinkyu bites her lips while reminding of Yoon Yi-sul, who is sweeping the chart lately, and the duet song of the ideals.

Touching a song and making music in front of a massive producer is a hit song. Jinkyu vowed not to mention anything other than school.

* * *

0 A.D., bylaws.

The classroom in the sophomore year was not new, but clean and small.

As the class opened the front door, more than 30 male and female students became glamorous and focused on their eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey. ”

“Who is our class? ”

Later, Yoon Yi Seol took a careful step, and I was amazed by the "wow!" among the boys. I was caught at the front door, but this time, I was amazed at the girls when I changed my uniform to look good.

Minho entered without a thought.

“Kang Min-ho!”

“Min-ho is in our class! ”

My first meeting with my classmates began with an unheard of cheer. Minho was surprised that he was more popular than he expected, although he was too old to be sensitive to celebrity news.

“When are you going to the World Congress? ”

“Dingo, what happened? ”

As soon as the students who were sitting in the front row asked, Minho boldly smiled and replied.

“WCG's next, Dingo's good. ”

He pointed to the three people who were standing in front of the table.

“These are the new transfer students who are here today. One by one, on the chalkboard. Can you introduce yourself? ”

In the corner of the blackboard, he painted a small box titled "New Friend." Then I handed the chalk to Yoon Iseol.

Yoon Iseol, who wrote her name, blushed slightly as everyone's eyes turned toward her.

“I'm Yoon Il-sun. I'm 20 years old. I graduated this year. Anybody seen me here at last year's festival? Don't you?”

“Did you fall while singing? ”

The male student in front of me smiled half way through.

“Look, you see... I don't fall much anymore. ”

Minho was shy and gladly watched Yoon Yi-sun speaking better than I thought. After her introduction, applause continued in the classroom.

Jinkyu wrote the English name 'JinQ’ on the blackboard.

“You know my name, right? Jinkyu, please call me brother or brother. ”

After a cool greeting, Jinkyu grabbed his collar and said.

“I'm a master. You will be asked during your break. ”

It says, “Wooo!” My admiration has been heard from everywhere.

Minho's turn came later. Minho turned his head after writing his name on the blackboard.

“Hi, I'm Kang Min-ho, who was a professional gamer and became a celebrity. ”

With thirty pairs of dazzling eyes, Minho unknowingly painted a warm smile on his mouth.

It's probably because of the chalk plugs of the Red Dot Soup in his hand. I felt that Minho remembered things from his school days that he didn't think were so important.

I forgot to bring my textbooks, so I wandered around and borrowed them from my friends.

The moment I sat next to my friend with my homework pushed, I copied it urgently.

When I was calculating how much time I had left to rest in the middle of class, even though I laughed at the funny stories that the teacher told me.

Having fun all through lunch, as soon as I get into class for 5 lessons, I feel drowsy when I pour out.

The reason why the academic age, which I thought was a near past, was suddenly missed like a distant one, was because there was no time when the world was as pure as it was.

“You can ask Lee Seul about the music from Jinkyu. You can ask me about professional gamers anytime. Oh, about the rancher. It's a relatively recent experience. I'd be okay with a make-up or fashion commentary. If you want to work in the court or the emergency room.... ”

Minho's eyes curled up in a long line of words.

Even though the thought of going quietly while staying quiet disappeared far away, I thought Minho wanted to hang out with them and become friends. to ease the sadness of not being a student during this film.

First period, statesman.

Jinkyu took out a textbook and looked at Minho next door, looking at the scope of today's class.

“I didn't think you'd show up. ”

“What?”

“Forget it. Do you know history? ”

Minho quickly handed over the textbook, muttering and answering Jinkyu's questions.

“I don't know, don't you think a bureaucrat should read and understand a lot? ”

“Will that be a thunderbolt? Memory is a trick.”

The students on the left and right side of Jinkyu's voice turned their heads, sparkling. Jinkyu said after clearing her throat.

“I had to tune my rhythm like a song when I recited the National History 101. Im Jin-hyuan, Yoo Jae Jung, such as the order of the naval war. Ocpo! War Four Thousand! Two. The War of the Incursion... ”

The students looked surprised as they watched the euphemism of drinking as if they were rapping.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes. Yes. ”

Min-ho closed the book among the students trying to follow Jinkyu's lap. Unlike the complex issues related to international politics that I had read many times before meeting the Milky Way, the national textbooks were systematic and simple. Today's class range was also possible if I memorized it three minutes fast through the ring.

Seeing Minho resting for a while, he smiled.

“Why? I can't remember. ”

“No. Less coverage than I thought. It's like an episode column. ”

“What a column. You think this is some kind of quiz show? ”

Min-ho asked me not to brag.

“Jinkyu, I have a question for the Masters. ”

“What?"

“Im Jin-hwa. On April 13, 1592, Japanese leader Gonishi Yukina attacked with 700 ships and 18,700 soldiers. Why did they report 90 preemies? Thank you Kim Kyung Soo reported at 400. ”

“Huh? That's ……. ”

Jinkyu, who could only memorize the points of the exam, was immediately speechless when she asked Minho about the details.

“On April 18, Kato Kiyomaza pushed 22,000 into Busan, and Kuroda Nagamaza pushed 11,000 into Gimhae. ”

“Well, yes. ”

“My ancestors must have been very embarrassed. ”

Jinkyu opened a book on national affairs.

"What the hell is this? Did you secretly memorize the moon to get out of the way? ’

Second period, Han Moon.

As a child, Han-kyung Jae Kyu, who had filled 900 common people subtly in his head, asked Min-ho.

“Can I have a Hanja? ”

“I don't know, but I think it's possible to write something like that. ”

“What are you talking about? ”

“That……. ”

Minho took the brush out of his bag and put some ink on it and wrote down his nephew to teach today. The handwriting was so elegant that it could not be compared to the Jinkyu painting with a pen.

“Were you a calligrapher when you were in school? Do you carry a brush? ”

“Just a hobby. ”

Jinkyu takes a deep breath and covers her notes.

‘The Hanja retreat. I'll see you next time. ’

3 Teaching, Mathematics.

“Differentiation? What's that? ”

Minho said he doesn't even know the equation. But the math teacher said, "A transfer student. You want to take a look?” As I ask, I walk out and write down the answer on the blackboard.

Not in the textbook, the teacher was surprisingly clear and concise.

Jinkyu's eyes turned into droopy.

“Uh, how? ”

“I forgot. It was‘ Smarter ’yesterday. It's still there. ”

“What!”

4th period, chemistry.

Just before lunch, the whole class started moving in the science lab.

“You were thinking about business and chemical engineering when I got into H. You don't know that you have a 10: 1 competition with H, right? ”

The students gathered around Jinkyu said, "Oh! ’I was impressed.

Minho walked along the hallway with Yoon Lee Seol and asked.

“Is the class worth it? ”

“I thought it would be boring because I didn't know it well, but it was surprisingly fun. Is it because you have a camera? I couldn't sleep. If you study like this, you'll go to college. ”

“It's not too late now. I'll give you full reinforcements. ”

“No, that's what I mean. ”

As soon as I turned the hallway, I saw the science room. Jinkyu stood at the door and asked Minho who had just arrived.

“You really don't know chemistry, do you? ”

“I don't know.”

“I don't know. ”

“Why do you keep asking me that? ”

Jinkyu opened the door of the science room with a determination that 'you can't lose as much as chemistry.'

The class bell rang, and the chemistry teacher came in.

“Today, we're going to be conducting an experiment to detect flame reactions using a variety of reagents. Procedures are followed, and the chemical reaction scheme on the test report is correct. Next time, you'll take a practical test with this, so listen carefully. ”

Three transfer students who did not know the contents of the class were separated and experimented with the other students. Experiments examining the flame reactions with different colors of metals followed and writing down the results.

By the time the experiment is finished.

Jinkyu gives yellow sparks of powder to sodium. I identified the blue sparking powder as copper, wrote it down in the report and glanced at Minho.

“Then so be it. ”

I was just watching and not proactively participating in the experiment. This class wins no matter what!

Minho, who was looking at the flames as if he was curious, started to wear the ring and memorize the chemical reactions in his report in case he asked.

"Huh?

The burning barrels on all sides vibrate with the smell of gunpowder frequently touched by agents. That's why there was a spark in Minho's head.

“Did you know you can make fireworks out of this? ”

“Fireworks?”

In fact, it was explosive, but the principle was similar.

“Take a look. ”

Minho put potassium nitrate finely in a bowl of deception, mixed iron and charcoal powder. The basic medicine was quickly completed by scraping the sulfur out of the matches that were given for use in combustion.

Minho, who rolled the medicine into a paper the size of a finger and placed it in a can that burns metal powder, asked.

“What color do you think is pretty? ”

“Red?”

In one of the students' answers, Minho added the strontium he had given him to experiment on and lit a match. A small fountain of flames is created that is covered in the fabulous ionic color of strontium with the sound of a toothless flame as it ignites.

“What is that? ”

“Wow!"

The students' gaze was directed to the spark fountain, which was a short but splendid fountain, according to Minho's experiment.

“Hey, transfer student! ”

The chemistry teacher was surprised and ran late. Since it was just a firecracker, there was only smoke left, and the experimental base was clean.

“You mustn't joke around. ”

“I'm sorry."

Though I listened, it was the spark fountain that Minho created until the end of chemistry.

At 12 o'clock, the bell was ringing to remind me of lunch time.

Jinkyu approached Minho.

“Kang Min-ho……. ”

“Run.”

“Huh?"

“Lee Seul said, if you don't line up fast, you'll eat in 30 minutes. ”

Yoon Lee Seol was already running away. Minho ran after Jinkyu.

“Kang Min-hoo!”

Jinkyu's run for lunch started earlier than Minho's.

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I was a little behind on my writing than I thought. [nonsense response]

Thursday, Friday, 10: 00, I'll do my best!