Chapter 19: Chapter 19 (1/2)
Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl
”What do you think, Mr. Moon?” Sun Hwa asked.
”What do you mean?” Mr. Moon asked in response as he took his seat.
Sun Hwa shed some light on the latest hot topic in school.
”As in Yun Woo.”
”What about him?”
Mr. Moon seemed to have no clue of why that name was coming up. Having a.s.sumed that Mr. Moon would already know about the matter, Sun Hwa asked again in surprise, ”... Do the teachers not know about this yet?”
”What are you talking about?”
”I'm talking about Yun Woo”
”Who doesn't know Yun Woo?” Mr. Moon genuinely didn't seem to be aware that the renowned celebrity was in his cla.s.s. Right as Sun Hwa was about to reveal the truth, Juho intervened.
”Yun Woo comes to our school.”
”... What?”
”What the!? I was going to say that!”
Juho swiftly avoided Sun Hwa fierce glare at him, but Mr. Moon was sitting still in shock. Though he was hardly startled by anything, he was frozen in place by what he had just heard. That moment, another person stood up from his seat in disbelief. It was Baron. The two hardest people to surprise, sitting across from each other, staring out. It was quite a sight.
As for Baron, he had no friends in his cla.s.s who would share the news with him. It would make sense that he hadn't known until then. Judging from their reactions, it seemed like the rumor was yet to spread throughout the entire school.
With a smile, Seo Kw.a.n.g asked Baron, ”You didn't know Baron? I saw some third-years coming by”
”Yun Woo is in this school?”
”Yeah. She's in Cla.s.s Seven. She's pretty.”
”She? Yun Woo is a girl?”
”I know. What HongSam said in his blog is right.”
Baron and Seo Kw.a.n.g began to have a deep conversation about HongSam. HongSam was a famous blogger who believed Yun Woo was female.
Having heard about HongSam earlier, Juho visited his blog one day. Along with his ridiculous opinion on Yun Woo's true ident.i.ty, there were also reviews of books across various genres. Unlike Juho's expectation, there were quite a few regulars who visited his blog.
HongSam seemed quite humorous and skilled in identifying the core message of a book. There was not a moment of boredom.
Even Juho purchased a book at some point after having read his blog, so that proved it. Listening to Baron and Seo Kw.a.n.g's conversation, Juho quietly nodded. Ignoring the boys, Sun Hwa continued with her story about Yun Woo for Mr.Moon.
”She sounded like an artist when she talked. Apparently, once she closes are eyes and feels her inspiration, her hand writes on its own. Isn't that fascinating? I'm telling you, she's a genius.”
”She was surrounded by other students the entire day. Even so, she answered every question without showing any sign of fatigue .”
”Hm,” Mr. Moon groaned vaguely at Sun Hwa's and Bom's words. His expression was similar to Seo Kw.a.n.g's when he had gone over to see 'Yun Woo.'
”Why wouldn't Yun Woo join the Literature Club? She's a novelist,” Sun Hwa said.
Then, Juho replied, ”Well, just because someone is a novelist doesn't mean that person has to be a part of the Literature Club. Maybe Yun Woo wants to experience other things because she's already a novelist.”
”I guess so. I don't know if I'd feel comfortable if Yun Woo was part of the club.”
”How so?”
”Isn't it obvious? It's shameful to try to write something in front of a professional. Besides, we're the same age.”
After a brief silence, Juho's mouth opened, ”Shameful?”
”Well, it's just… embarra.s.sing. It's like holding a candle to the sun.”
”Is that right?”
”Alright, enough chit-chat.”
Mr. Moon clapped his hands and calmed the excitement. For a while, the Literature Club had been focusing on improving vocabulary and transcription. The members had been harvesting words from the sea, land, their respective homes, and streets.
”We're going to be using our bodies today, so let's move the desks.”
They acted according to Mr. Moon's instruction. They separated the two rectangular desks that were next to each other and lined them up into a single row. The five sat on one side of a desk while Mr. Moon remained on the other side on his own. It looked like Mr. Moon was being interviewed for a job. He took out a notebook he had brought with him and continued with his instructions.
”In this notebook, you will find various words. One person has to explain the word I show him or her, and the rest of you have to guess.”
”Is this a quiz?”
Juho had seen another quiz of a similar format on the TV, so Mr. Moon explained the difference between that cla.s.s and the TV show, ”There is no time limit. Make sure you focus more on explaining than guessing the correct answer. We have a lot of time, so take your time observing your surroundings. Explain as if you were listing the characteristics of the object. You'll get it as we go on.”
It was still confusing. Seo Kw.a.n.g was called first because he was sitting on the left-most side of the desk. Since Mr. Moon said that everyone would have a turn, Juho was made last.
Mr. Moon stood behind the members who were sitting and revealed the word on his notebook to Seo Kw.a.n.g. It really felt like the speed quiz on TV.
Seo Kw.a.n.g hesitated for a brief moment when he saw the word, but soon stammered his way through. Although there was no time limit, he started speaking faster and faster.
”Uh, so this. It's an image of a city. The first thing that comes to mind when you think of a city.”
”Fanciness? Bright lights?” Sun Hwa was blurting out whatever she could think of, but Seo Kw.a.n.g shook his head.
”It's far from fanciness. Opposite, in fact. It melts under heat! Also, it cracks when it gets… old?”
”Most things melt under heat and crack with age.”
Ignoring Juho, Seo Kw.a.n.g continued, ”In literature, they use this word to portray something bad about a city. Gray! It's gray; it's used in construction, and you can find them in residential areas. They use this for building streets, and if you fall on it, you'll hurt your knee. Maybe it's usually mixed with a few other things. It's gray.”
It was still unclear what Seo Kw.a.n.g was describing. Still, everyone had an idea.
Sun Hwa exclaimed, ”Concrete!”
”Correct!”