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ALL OF THE STUDENTS WERE IN THEIR RESPECTIVE CLASSES – once the English class was starting.
"Here, "free-from" means the last of" Ms. Park, their teacher, was demonstrating to the whole class – writing on the blackboard that every person can see.
Il-Sung didn't take the time to listen since he knew that his parents would just pay his way to college. He relaxed his right elbow on his desk – putting his head on his palm while looking at Gi-hea.
She was his – thinking about that makes him smile even squeal like a baby. Observing his girlfriend – her hair kept falling on her face, blocking her eyes which she needed for writing.
Once she felt eyes watching her – she turned her glance to the boy watching her with a smile on his face. Not listening to the teacher, he just kept starring at her like a painting.
His gaze went to his eyes to her lips – her glossy shiny lips because of the lip-gloss she uses.
"Next, Wang Il-Sung. Stand-up" She heard the professor call. She averted her eyes to the boy beside her – not knowing the teacher calling him, she gave him a nudge at his shoulder.
Il-Sung finally came back to his senses – hearing somebody calling his name. He quickly stood up; all eyes were on him.
"Il-Sung and Gi-hea!" Some of the students teased – while the others were laughing at him. A lot or should we say, all of the students in this school knew about their relationship.
"Yah, distracted by your girlfriend?" Another tease from their classmates.
"Yah!" The boy standing warned them causing them to become silent. He turned his head back to the teacher and asked, "What was the question?"
"What did Nam-ra just say?" Ms. Park asked, calmly while both of her elbows were on top of the front desk.
"She..." The boy trailed – looking at his girlfriend for some help which he did not get – while the other students copied his word.
"He doesn't know. He never listens" Yang Dae-Su, a classmate of theirs, said making Il-Sung glare at him.
"She definitely answered the correct answer for your question" He proudly answered – turning to Gi-hea for approval which he received a tilt on her head and a warm smile.
You tried
Getting laughs from the students – he averted his eyes to a weird-looking girl at the door – which the others also observed.
The bloody girl unlocked the door while the others went towards the girl, "Kim Hyeon-Ju?"
"Isn't that Kim Hyeon-Ju?" Asked the 5'6 girl beside Il-Sung. Watching as Hyeon-Ju walks towards them – others walking in her direction as well.
Suddenly, she fell down causing everyone to stand up to help her while they were screaming her name.
"Hyeon-Ju-ah? Are you okay? Is that blood?" The professor anxiously asked all the questions. While the others stood up making their way towards the bloody girl.
"Ms. Park." The bloody girl called their teacher with a raspy voice.
" Yes, it's me. Do you recognize me?" The professor pulled back her hair that was blocking her face for her whole face to be seen.
"He grabbed me...The science teacher grabbed me and locked me up" The bloody girl explained. Gi-hea looked away at how bad Hyeon-Ju's bruises and wounds were.
She had a bloody nose, her eyes swollen with a red tint on them and a wound on her left side of the forehead. Gi-hea could tell she went through a lot – anyone could.
The students looked at each other because of the bloody girl's words, "He locked you up? The science teacher? Mr. Lee Byeong-Chan? Huh?"
Gosh this teacher has so many questions
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