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He was going on his everyday walk on the same road, when he noticed the men of the village talking loudly, wondering why are they reunited in this morning of September.

A loud raspy voice intrruptes his thoughts, calling his name and feeding his curiosity.

He runs to the man calling, a close friend of Mr Han, his father.

"Son, I want you to take the professor to show him the building we built this summer, our new school"

Putting a few coins in the teen's hand as he demands.

'What makes him think that a few coins would make me do such a big favour, I'm not a kid, I'm littearly 19 years old'
he thought to himself looking at the coins.

His thoughts are intrupted again by a strange voice.

"Can we or shall we?"

Looking up to the face of the body wearing
a nice blue suit.

He looks so different from every other man in the village, who mostly wear traditional clothes.

He nodded, and walked first, remembering exactly where the school should be.

How can he not, when he walked there everyday watching them building it for fun, he was the one in charged for bringing them lunch and water.

He stopped.

Something bumped into him.

"Oh, I'm very sorry, I was watching around, didn't see when you stopped"

"Here.." the boy said pointing at the new building.

"Nice.." the new teacher whispered under his breath.

Walking into the small school, that has only two classes and one bathroom, they already gave him the keys, the professor is in charge of it now.

The boy followed him, out of curiosity.

Watching the professor taking off his blazer, looking around for something to hang it on, nothing.

He turns around, hands his blazer to the boy at the door.

"May you please hold this for me, Mr..?"

"Han jisung.."

The professor nods and pats the short guy's head.

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