1st in class hides regression

Correct answer.

 

(4) Theater Club.

 

“I’m a good student, but there’s nothing in the biology department to show leadership or cooperation.”

 

… is an excuse.

 

Seo Jae-gyeom’s Chasebook often posted posters of plays he had seen, which made me interested in theater in the past, so I joined.

 

If someone you like likes something, you’ll like it too.

 

When I heard that Jisoo was also joining the theater club, I listened.

 

‘Actually, Seo Jae-gyeom is into archery or basketball.’

 

After the regression, I briefly thought about switching to another club, but I decided to stay with the theater club because I thought Jisoo would be upset if I switched clubs when we had to eat lunch separately.

 

But the theater club had one fatal flaw.

 

It was.

 “Jung Eun-sung?” 

Jung Eun-sung is also in the theater club…

 

Jisoo opened the door to the club room and her eyes widened when she saw Jung Eun-sung sitting there.

 

Jung Eun-sung stared at Jisoo, and then looked away without saying hello.

 “Eun-sung has also decided to join the theater club from today.” 

The teacher in charge of the theater club said as he appeared from behind me.

 

Jisoo stiffly greeted the teacher, who was tall and wore a crisp white shirt.

 “Hi…” “Yeah. Hi.” 

Mr. Lee Mong-ryong teaches Korean history.

 

Early 30s, graduated from Eagle University. His wife is an accountant two years his junior from the same university.

 

A kind personality, but strict when it comes to students’ attitudes.

 

As far as I can remember, Jisoo was scolded by him once in first grade.

 

Jisoo, who has never been criticized by other teachers, seems to have had difficulty with this teacher since then, but I like him quite a bit. He’s fair, he’s got standards, and he doesn’t discriminate against kids based on gender.

 

Coincidentally, he’s one of the two teachers who have a bad reputation with Do-yeon.

 

Mr. Lee Mong-ryong looks in my direction and confirms.

 “Dahye is in the same class as Eun-sung, right?” “Yes.” “Are you close?” “They’re enemies.” “I see.” 

The teacher laughed as he put his books down on the table.

 

Behind him, the first-year girls who had applied to the theater club for their own reasons and ended up with a windfall in the form of Jung Eun-sung, their eyes twinkled in remembrance.

 

After counting the first graders, the teacher closed the stale door and announced, “

The theater club is closed. We’re not accepting anymore,”

he announced.

 “Bye.” 

While I chatted with the teacher, Jisoo, who had sat down first, greeted Jung Eun-sung in a friendly manner.

 “I’m Han Jisoo, class 1. You must be Eun-sung Jung, right?” “Yes.” “You’re very popular in our class.” “…….” “Why are you here instead of the band? Do you like theater?” “I do. Why are you here?” 

I was curious even before the regression.

 

I thought that since I’m an aspiring singer and already have an agency, I would just go to any club and not participate, sleep or leave early.

 

Suddenly, it was theater.

 

I even remember that Jung Eun-sung was quite enthusiastic about the theater club.

 

He even played the lead role.

 “With Jung Eun-sung in the program, it shouldn’t be a problem to sell all our tickets this year.” 

An excited Jisoo chirped.

 

I was taking off my cardigan when I heard Jisoo, the theater director, give Jung Eun-sung her phone number. Jung Eun-sung’s jaw clenched and his gaze turned to me.

 “…Why?” “Why are you here?” “…Because I’m interested in theater?” “Hmm.” 

‘What? What?’

 

I frown in that direction, and Jung Eun-sung laughs.

 

That’s ominous… 

 “Han Jisoo.” “What? Jung Eun-sung?” “The end-of-semester performance, we’ll be decided today, right?” “Right…” “Let’s do a musical.” “A musical?” “What musical…?” 

I asked, puzzled. Jung Eun-sung looked back at me and smiled.

 “I thought you said you couldn’t sing.” “…….” 

‘Oh, so just to screw with me? That guy?’

 

The theater club puts on one show at the end of the school year festival.

 

We’ve been practicing all year, so it’s a laid-back show, but we still have to decide what we’re going to do in early March.

 “Eleven sophomores direct and act, and twelve freshmen prepare props, costumes, and other minor preparations. This year, you can watch the seniors lead, learn well, and next year you can take the lead.” 

After a brief explanation, Mr. Lee Mong-ryong stepped back as if he would not interfere.

 

Jisoo summarized.

 “As you all know, I will donate all the money I make from selling tickets. Let’s do something that’s easy, fun, and everyone knows, rather than something difficult. I don’t mind if you come in late and start in the middle.” “Oh, then…” “Before me…” 

There were several comments.

 

The question was.

 “How about <Romeo and Juliet>?” “Didn’t you hear Jisoo? You have to do what everyone else knows.” “Who doesn’t know <Romeo and Juliet>?” “Because I don’t know her.” “Okay….” “I think I’m good, it’s easy enough.” “What’s easy? You’re a foreigner with the name X.” “…It’s not Katerina Ivanov or Verkhovtseva or anything like that, it’s just Juliet, and if you can’t say three letters, then I’ll just assume you’re a moo….” 

The villain was a one-note character.

 

It’s not supposed to take this long to decide on a play.

 

Our goal is to sell out tickets.

 

We have Han Jisoo and Jung Eun-sung, who are very popular, so we’ll use them as the lead actors to sell tickets.

 

It doesn’t matter what the story is, as long as it doesn’t suck too badly.

 

I meant it doesn’t matter if you do Romeo and Juliet or Star Trek.

 

And then.

 “Oh, well, the name Juliet isn’t pronounced the way Koreans are used to, is it?” 

Doha Joon. Popular Vote Male. The Mark Zuckerberg of Gogo High School.

 

In freshman year, this guy joined the theater club to try to woo Jisoo, and he was bullying us with his opposition to everything.

 

At first, we were trying to find a compromise, but as his opposition continued, we became annoyed and sullen.

 

I stifled a sigh and asked him.

 “So, what do you want to do?” “(#$~What about my sister~$#)” “????” “????” “Don’t you know this? It’s a super famous anime.” “What’s that….” 

I raised my eyebrows.

 

Doha Joon hasn’t changed before or after the regression.

 “Dude… that unheard-of Japanese anime is a lot less famous than Romeo and Juliet.” “But it’s culturally familiar to us.” “It’s only familiar to you” 

One impatient sophomore blurted out.

 “You know <thriller>, <thriller>?! 221B Baker Street, yikes!” 

Sherlock is a British drama.

 “The only Japanese name I’m familiar with is Hirobumi Ito!” 

Me too.

 

‘What were we posting before the regression?’

 

I think we got screwed over with that weird play because we couldn’t overcome Doha Joon’s shitty stubbornness.

 

I can’t watch that, even though I know it’s going to be black history.

 

Let’s come up with something quickly. Anything will be better than Doha Joon’s pick. Anything. Anything famous!

 

As I was thinking, the teacher, who was sitting at the classroom table and watching us, came in.

 “Hey, play Chunhyangjeon. Who in Korea doesn’t know Chunhyangjeon?” “It’s an anachronism.” “…….” 

Jung Eun-sung, who had been quiet, clenched his fist.

 “Do it or not.”

Doha Joon insisted in a thin voice.

 “Isn’t that a story about a handsome, rich man saving a parasite? A Joseon-style Cinderella story.” “…….” “(#$~What about my sister~$#). Who doesn’t know this story? They recently released the 8th movie.” “…….” “There’s a girl in the middle who gets assaulted, and it’s totally realistic if she wears a bruised face and ripped shirt.” “…….” “Chunhyangjeon is not real. How long are you going to keep copying theguy-saves-the-girl plot?” “Doha Joon…” 

Jisoo was pissed.

 

After clenching my teeth, I put my hand on Jisoo’s arm. I said,

 “Yeah, you’re right.” “Right? After all…” “In real life, there aren’t that many handsome and rich men… It’s more familiar to Korean sentiment that a woman saves something, so let’s reverse the gender.” 

I looked at Jung Eun-sung across from me and said,

 “Jung Eun-sung, you should be the sexualized one. Use your pretty face to your advantage.” “…….” “And what, do you want me to tear off my shirt with blood on my face? Let’s do it. Why tear your shirt? Let’s take it off altogether. It’ll be more realistic if we lock you in jail and put a knife in your hand.” 

I leaned down toward Jung Eun-sung’s open mouth.

 

I lowered my voice to a whisper.

 “Just say yes. Or do you want to do (#$~What about my sister~$#)?” 

‘Do you want to make a black history that will follow you around after your debut?’

 “Come on.” 

I urged.

 

In response, Jung Eun-sung called my name.

 “What?” “I’m in.” 

‘What did he say?’

 “Teacher, Eun-sung Jung says he’s good.” “Really?” 

Mr. Lee Mong-ryong beamed.

 “Then Jisoo is going to do it too?” “Oh. Good.” “Tickets must sell well.” “Fresh.” “No matter what he does, it’ll be better than (#$~What about my sister~$#), right?” “That’s true.” 

With everyone but Doha Joon satisfied, I winked at Jung Eun-sung, whose ears were red.

 

Sacrifice.

 

Drop some Jae-gyeom.

  

* * *

  

In the end, Sung Chunhyang was played by Jung Eun-sung, Yi Mongryong by Han Jisoo, and I was in charge of directing.

 

I did choose to direct instead of act because I didn’t want to sing.

 

I just wanted to direct.

 

It’s real.

 “I actually wanted to do something like The Birth of a Salesman.” “Chunhyangjeon isn’t bad. Let’s take this opportunity to love ours.” “Doha Joon looks crazy…” “He should be beaten by the people of Namwon.” 

Jisoo and I cursed Doha Joon and returned to the fourth floor where the classroom was for the closing ceremony.

 

But then.

 “Huh?” 

There’s a crowd of kids at the back door of our class.

 “What’s wrong?” 

I walked into the classroom alone, leaving Jisoo (who is not allowed in my class (!!!!!)).

 

The kids gathered in front of the lockers all turned to look at me.

 “It’s Dahye…” “That one….” 

‘Is that my locker?’