I S U F D (Lisa X Mingyu)

C23

Then try hurting me. I’m not worried.

“What are you looking at?” Minho inquired upon seeing her stare spellbound at her phone.

Lisa stowed away her phone and smiled at him, saying, “It’s nothing. Quite a lot of classmates are sighing in lament about how we studied at a fake high school.”

Minho smiled as well and commented, “We have not caught up on the good times.”

“Yes, we did not even have cell phones back then, unlike now—when primary school students secretly turn them on in class.”

The smile in Minho’s eyes grew, although he changed the topic. “Later, I’ll take you to the knowledge pavilion to see the stray cats. Also, the cafeteria has roasted lamb kebabs. Do you want to eat some?”

“Yes!”

“Then I’ll treat you to lunch.”

“…” Although it felt a bit elaborate, she had not eaten the cafeteria food in a very long time, so this was very valuable!

The program continued for another two hours. Midway through, Minho stood up from his chair and gestured for Lisa to sit down. Lisa  shook her head, too embarrassed to take the seat. “This is your chair; you should sit in it.”

“I don’t mind. I stand all day in class anyway, so I’m used to it. You’re wearing high heels, so just sit for a while.”

Lisa’s legs were indeed becoming somewhat tired from standing. She did not decline a second time, but just as she sat down, a student turned his head to praise Minho, “Teacher Choi, you’re so considerate!”

The entire row of students one after another began whispering, causing a disturbance. Minho adopted the imposing manner of a homeroom teacher, causing them to quieten down. “Watch the program. If you really don’t want to watch it, then I can give you physics material to work on.”

This method was very effective. As soon as he mentioned physics work, all the students fell silent. Ultimately, the class monitor beside him got up and said to him, “Teacher Choi, you can take my seat. I’ll share with Wu Fei Fei.”

“It’s alright. You don’t need to look after me.”

The class monitor hesitantly looked at him and sat back down. Lisa sat in Minho’s seat, inevitably feeling like a turtledove taking possession of a magpie’s nest.1 “Teacher Choi, how about you sit down.”

Minho glanced down at her and asked with a smile, “Do you also want me to give you a physics problem?”

Lisa: “…”

Forget about it. Even if she had returned to school, she did not want to review anything from it.

Once the performance on stage was finished, Lisa seriously felt the elegance of high school students nowadays. Even if she was given another chance…she would not go through high school again. The sports teacher stood on stage and organized each class of students to leave the celebration area in order. Minho told his students when in the afternoon to meet up in the classroom and then led Lisa to the cafeteria.

“Let’s take advantage of students returning to the classrooms one by one to eat first.”

Hearing Minho say this, Lisa couldn’t help but laugh. “Teacher Choi, you’re still fighting with students over food?”