Chapter 163
Chapter 163
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 163
Chapter Title: Geography Teacher's Outburst
"Kang Da-hye, you only see your homeroom teacher as an actual teacher, huh?"
"My deepest apologies."
"You treat teachers like dog shit, don't you?"
"I've committed a mortal sin."
"Back when your seniors were here, kids who pulled this crap got slapped silly... The world's gotten way too soft. Adults treat you kids with kid gloves, right?"
"Oh. Wow. For real."
Next up was geography class.
Yoon Sang-heon stormed into the classroom already in a foul mood and started sniping at me right off the bat.
I hadn't ditched class on my own—our homeroom teacher had personally gotten permission from him—and he was still acting like this.
Is he really an adult...?
"Teacher, I was late that day too."
Seo Jae-kyeom raised his hand, unable to stand it any longer, but...
"Your homeroom teacher, honestly..."
He got completely ignored, as expected.
Muttering under his breath. Blah blah blah. Total nonsense.
"You reek of immaturity."
The class's mood, already sour, completely soured at his blatant trash-talking of our homeroom teacher.
But would Yoon Sang-heon ever care about the kids' faces?
"That's the problem with these young teachers. They should be guiding you kids, but instead, they just buddy up to you for popularity..."
Oh, come on.
Passionate teacher who cares about students but happens to be young vs. teacher badmouthing colleagues in front of students.
Who's the real kid here?
Age comes with time anyway! Automatically!
Sigh.
I think I mentioned this once before, but I'll say it again.
If we have to respect someone just because they're old, then we'd have to respect Yi Mong-ryong too.
What year was that guy born? 1858!
"Kang Da-hye, the teachers seem to love you... Especially Na Mun-gwa and Yi Mong-ryong—they were singing your praises. So I told them you're not like that. That you don't listen and act all high and mighty."
"Hahaha, nuh-uh..."
"Yoon Dong-ju and Oh Un-wan said you're..."
"Hehehe..."
Just do one period, please.
I forced a smile while sneaking a glance at the clock—already ten minutes gone.
At this rate, he'll rush through the material a week before finals and test us on stuff he never taught. "It's in the textbook!"
"Teacher! If Na Mun-gwa, Mong-ryong, Dong-ju, and Un-wan are all praising her, doesn't that mean everyone except you likes Kang Da-hye?!"
Jeong Na-jun yelled from the back.
"It seems like you're the only one who doesn't like Kang Da-hye! Why not give her a shot? She's got a lot of charm!"
What kinda talk is that...?
'He's doing it on purpose. To rile up the geography teacher.'
I turned around, and sure enough, he was grinning. Gyeong Se-in, head buried to hide her smile, tried some awkward ventriloquism.
"Yeah~ I like Kang Da-hye too~"
"Yeah~"
"Boo~"
Even the usually prim Lee Seo-jun joined in, booing at the air.
"The weather's ni-ce..."
Pretending like that.
Seo-jun, we're indoors, dude?
Anyway.
Our class unity is seriously top-notch.
I chuckled, then locked eyes with Yoon Sang-heon. I schooled my face quick, but too late. His face turned red then purple as he sneered.
"Aigoo, I can't say a word in this class without getting scared."
"You're saying it right now, though."
"Yeah. You've said plenty."
Jeong Eun-seong jumped in, and Seo Jae-kyeom followed up.
"If you were really scared, you couldn't even say you're scared."
Jeong Na-jun wrapped it up.
"Who was that just now?!"
Furious, Yoon Sang-heon finally exploded.
"What did you say?! Huh?!"
The classroom went dead silent as he hurled a piece of chalk and bellowed.
"What? 'Said plenty'?!"
You kinda did, though...?
Why's he like this? Kinda freaking me out.
But the real shock came right after.
"You little shits..."
BAM!
He slammed his fist on the blackboard and stormed out of the classroom.
BAM!
Nearly breaking the door on his way out.
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
Everyone froze, just staring at each other.
"What the...?"
"What was that...?"
"Did geography just leave?"
"Why'd he leave?"
"Dunno."
"He's pissed, I guess."
"What do we do?"
"Should we go after him?"
"Dunno..."
Total bewilderment...
He even left the door wide open.
I got up and closed it.
"The kids next door are KakaoTalking. Asking what happened."
Ye-su-a checked her phone and said.
Figures. A huge BAM during class, then super pissed-off Yoon Sang-heon marching down the hall.
The teacher next door must be confused too.
"What do we do?"
"Gotta drag him back from the office or something. Apologize."
"But he started it—picking fights instead of teaching..."
"Exactly. Talking about slapping us..."
"Is it a teacher's job to throw a tantrum and bail mid-class?"
"He's not a kid—do we gotta coddle him?"
Right?
Anyway, we couldn't just sit here. Class president Ye-su-a and vice president Gyeong Se-in scratched their heads and stood up, stuck with the mess.
"Ugh. He'll flip if he sees geography wearing PE pants."
Ye-su-a grumbled, fishing her crumpled uniform skirt from her bag and putting it back on.
I asked her as she draped her shed pants over the chair back.
"Want me to come too?"
"Huh? Why?"
"He's mad because of me, kinda..."
"Nah, it's me."
Jeong Na-jun piped up from behind.
"Strictly speaking, I started snarking first."
"Yeah, Jeong Na-jun was snarky."
"Why'd you snark? Ugh."
"My bad."
Jeong Na-jun fake-cried. The mood lightened a bit thanks to his antics.
"It's fine. I'll go alone. If we all swarm, he'll bitch about that too."
Ye-su-a patted her hair and added, "Gyeong Se-in, you stay. You'll just get in trouble."
The girls clutched their hearts at her cool vibe.
"What if he doesn't come back?"
"He will. He has to teach eventually—he just stormed out."
"But what if he doesn't?"
"C'mon, he's not a kid."
"Still."
"He'll come."
I reassured the worried kids.
He acted on impulse, but if it blows up, he's in trouble too. If we apologize, he'll come back pretending to forgive us 100%.
Then vent on the easy targets.
If he doesn't, he's a hopeless teacher—scrap him.
"If he doesn't come, I'll teach the class. Don't worry, guys."
I can study anytime. I said it as confidently as possible. My friends looked baffled.
"Da-hye, nobody's worried about not studying..."
"What?!"
"Kang Da-hye's shocked."
Ye-su-a chuckled and headed out the front door. Gyeong Se-in tagged along anyway.
"What's there to be nervous about?"
"Right?"
"Kim Ga-eun."
"Oh, our Da-hye needs to study~ Finals all perfect scores~"
Everyone whispered, scared of getting yelled at if caught chatting.
About ten minutes later.
"He's coming."
"Whoa?"
"Yeah."
"Everyone quiet. Act sorry. Apologize when he comes in."
"Okay okay."
Right on cue, sour-faced Yoon Sang-heon entered. Ye-su-a and Gyeong Se-in followed, hands clasped politely.
He must've chewed them out hard. They looked pissed but mouthed 'Wahhh ㅠㅠㅠ' at us when our eyes met.
"What are you doing? Sit down!"
"Yes."
"Yes."
Once they scurried back to their seats, I nodded at Jeong Na-jun.
He opened his mouth.
"Teacher, I'm sorry. I was just joking to lighten the mood, but I went too far. I never meant to tease you or anything."
"Student number 13, stand up and read from where we left off last time."
Jeong Na-jun's words got cut off. He gawked at me and threw up his hands like 'What?!' I eyed him 'It's fine, it's fine.'
Nothing we can do. He doesn't want apologies.
Like a real kid...
Wanna whack him with the textbook.
But the real childish move came after the bell.
He'd made us read straight from the textbook the whole remaining time—a classic Yoon Sang-heon slacker class. Right before leaving, he said:
"Jeong Na-jun, Kang Da-hye."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Conduct points deducted one each for bad attitude."
"Pardon?"
"Even if you ace finals, you two max out at 99. Got it?"
...Huh?