Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 466

Extracurricular 41: Parents’ Open Class (2)

The day of the parents’ open class arrived.

After waving goodbye to his brother in the morning, Siha eagerly awaited the second period.

“Siha, is Sihyuk coming today?”

Siha nodded at Seungjun’s question.

“I knew it. I knew Sihyuk would come. He always comes to these things.”

“Yeah, Hyung [older brother or male friend] always comes. I told him he had to.”

“My mom can’t come today because she has work.”

“Then I’ll ask Hyung to take a picture of Seungjun and Hana together.”

“Oh! That would be great.”

“But Hana, what are you doing?”

Hana was studying with her math book open.

“I’m studying today. I have to look good for Sihyuk Oppa [term of endearment for an older brother or male friend from a female perspective].”

“But isn’t math in the second period today?”

“???”

Hana turned around and checked the schedule.

It said Korean.

She quietly closed her math book, put it in her desk, and took out her Korean textbook.

Seungjun laughed at the sight.

“Oh, she took out her math book!”

“No, I just took out something I’m not good at to review.”

“Don’t lie. You thought the second period was math. You misread the schedule.”

“It’s better than an oppa who doesn’t study at all!”

“I wouldn’t know even if I looked at it now!”

“That’s probably true for you, Oppa!”

The twins bickered.

However, Siha seemed to realize something after looking at Hana and took out his Korean textbook.

He hadn’t thought about showing his hyung a good side of himself.

If so, he had to study hard now.

Siha was already cramming.

Seungjun looked at Siha with betrayed eyes.

“Siha, are you studying too?”

“Yeah, I have to look good for Hyung.”

“Ah, let’s just play together~”

“No, today is an important day.”

Seungjun became sulky at Siha’s firm words.

Hana gave Siha a thumbs up as if to say he did well.

Yeonju next to them was already reviewing.

Suddenly, the atmosphere turned studious.

Seungjun, feeling left out, started to open a book.

People tend to follow what their friends do.

“Wow, nice.”

Jongsu nodded, watching the scene.

He liked this studying atmosphere.

“Jongsu, what’s this?”

Jaehui asked about something he didn’t know.

Jongsu kindly explained it.

But behind them, Eunwoo was smiling and talking to Yundong.

“Hey, Eunwoo, you should study too.”

“Puhaha, he’s telling me to study.”

“No, is that funny?”

“Puhaha, it’s no use telling me to study. I’d rather write another rap song in that time.”

“Huh?”

“I’m going to be a rapper, so I’m studying to be a rapper. Puhaha.”

Eunwoo’s surprisingly efficient statement.

Jongsu was speechless.

He glanced at Yundong.

“Why?”

“No. Yundong, aren’t you studying? Isn’t your mom coming today?”

“Why would she come?”

“Huh?”

“I told her not to come.”

“!!!”

He never thought there would be a friend who told their mom not to come.

“But she said she’s coming anyway.”

“Ah, so she’s coming.”

“Yeah.”

“Then you should study and show her a good side of yourself.”

“I only need to look good when I dance.”

“!!!”

Yundong, saying that, turned his head and looked at the sky through the window.

Jongsu felt that Eunwoo and Yundong were similar yet different.

Eunwoo didn’t seem that cool, but Yundong felt kind of cool.

“Ahem. You’ll regret it later.”

Jongsu also opened his Korean textbook.

That’s how a subtle studying atmosphere was formed.

The teacher came in.

“Huh? Why is everyone studying so hard?”

The teacher couldn’t help but be taken aback by the unfamiliar scene.

***

The second period began.

The parents entered the classroom.

“Even though I’ve seen it before, I really feel the generation gap.”

“Right? Even the chalkboard is different.”

“I know. There are characters on the screen and they’re teaching with that. I can’t get used to it.”

“Wow, look at the bulletin board in the back. It’s really well decorated.”

“Really? Did the teacher do it? The idea is so good?”

I felt proud at those words.

That was decorated by our Siha. The teacher only lent a hand.

I wanted to brag, but I thought it would be too much, so I held back.

I just waved at Siha.

“Hyung!”

“Yeah, Siha. Front. Front. Look at the front.”

Siha had been completely turned around, but he turned back when he realized it was class time.

The desks were arranged in teams, so it seemed like they were having a collaborative class today.

I think I also worked in groups with desks like that when I was young.

Memories are flooding back.

Even though the facilities and things have changed, hasn’t the way children interact remained the same?

Well, even so, I felt that the schedule had evolved creatively.

I think there used to be subjects called “Wise Life” or “Enjoyable Life,” but it’s different now.

“Okay. Today, we’re going to take turns reading one sentence from the textbook. And there will be a quiz later, so you can answer it. Got it?”

“What do we get if we answer correctly?”

“The best team will get one star each. The person who collects the most stars will get a gift at the end of the first grade.”

“Yes!”

The gift didn’t seem that grand, but the children who didn’t know what gift they would receive were probably looking forward to it.

“Then, before we read one sentence each as a group, please announce your group names first.”

Siha’s group raised their hands first.

The person who announced it was Seungjun.

“Our group’s name is made up of things we like.”

I think I know what it is without even hearing it.

It must be a combination of Hyung, Soccer, Idol, and Actor.

“Dolbaehyungsa.”

“Hyeongsa? Like a police officer?”

“No. It’s Dol from Idol, Bae from Actor, Hyung from Hyung, and Sa from Soccer.”

I don’t know why only Idol is the last letter.

The teacher said, “Okay,” and praised them for coming up with a good name.

Is that a good name?

I had that question.

Next was Jongsu’s group, and they were just as bad.

For some reason, Jongsu looked tired.

It must have been difficult to coordinate.

“Our group name is CrewCrew. It’s from Fashion Crew, Rapper Crew, and Dance Crew.”

That’s better than I thought.

It might be better than Dolbaehyungsa.

Anyway, after the group names were finished, the children began to read one sentence each from the textbook.

It was good because everyone was presenting together, which reduced the burden on the other children, and it was also possible to check how well they were reading.

The teacher said.

“Then I’ll give you a problem. Okay. Look at the screen here.”

A video was displayed on the chalkboard.

It was a scene of a child looking in the mirror.

[Cheolsu is looking at ㅁㅁㅁ.]

It seemed like they were supposed to guess the word that goes in the middle blank.

Easy. Since it’s three letters, it must be looking in the mirror.

Or looking at his face.

Siha, raise your hand and answer.

“Me!”

Everyone quickly raised their hands.

Most of them seem to be participating well.

I don’t know if it’s the same in other classrooms, but the children in Class 1 are active.

“Yes. Seungjun, try it.”

“Cheolsu must be crazy?”

“That’s not it.”

The teacher looked at Seungjun as if she was dumbfounded.

The children laughed, saying it was funny.

The mothers who were watching from behind were the same.

If Seungjun’s mom had come here because of work, wouldn’t she be covering her face with her hands out of embarrassment?

“Me!”

“Yes. Siha, try it.”

“Cheolsu is looking at Hyung!”

“That’s not it.”

“But you can see Hyung reflected in the mirror.”

“If you say that…”

Is he a genius?

When I think about it, just because the face of the person holding the mirror is reflected doesn’t mean that I’m looking at my face.

Rather, isn’t that looking at Cheolsu’s face from another person’s point of view?

Our Siha is a genius after all.

Teacher, you have to acknowledge this as the correct answer.

The teacher nodded, thinking that it was possible.

“Unfortunately, I can’t say it’s correct.”

What? Is that wrong?

“It could be looking at Hyung or something else.”

If you say that, that’s true too.

“Too bad. Any other answers?”

Siha looked disappointed.

It was really a pity, but the idea was good. Our Siha is definitely a genius.

I’m sorry to the other children, but our Siha is one step ahead in this creative aspect.

Well, I thought Seungjun’s answer was pretty amazing too.

“Me!”

“Yes. Hana.”

“Cheolsu is looking in the mirror.”

“Yes. Cheolsu is looking in the mirror in the picture. That’s right.”

Well, they were problems from today’s reading.

I’m confused as to whether the children know the answers and are doing that.

“Next question, there was a mother in today’s story, right?”

“Yes!”

“Cheolsu has a toy he wants, but what did his mom say?”

A picture of Cheolsu picking out something at the mart was displayed on the screen.

It’s Cheolsu’s money, but there are many toys at home.

His mom probably said this.

[Think about whether you really need it.]

Well, the content in the textbook was good.

It’s important not to waste.

Eunwoo raised his hand, looking at it.

“Me!”

“Yes. Eunwoo.”

“Flex! Cheolsu flex!”

“No. Mom didn’t say that.”

He was an unexpectedly hip-hop-sensitive child.

To shout flex. Well, you can buy what you want. The regret is up to the person.

However, it is very dangerous to borrow money to buy something you don’t have.

“Me.”

“Yes. Jaehui.”

“It’s better to buy clothes than toys. You get tired of playing with toys, but you never get tired of wearing clothes.”

“Huh?”

It was an answer that felt surprisingly correct.

The teacher seems to be contemplating those words.

No. Everyone read it today, but they’re coming up with such creative answers.

What, is there something like rejecting the correct answer?

Then Seungjun said.

“You should buy a soccer ball. It lasts longer than clothes!”

Hmm. That’s Seungjun’s case, and this seems to be controversial.

Then Siha raised his hand.

“Teacher. You have to invest that money. Then you can buy more toys. Put it in ETF [a fund whose return is determined by the movement of a specific stock index]. Put it in ETF!”

Lee Siha. Is he a genius? No, wait a minute. Isn’t that what Uncle said to Siha?

He wouldn’t even know what an ETF is.

It seems that Siha has been influenced by his uncle at home.

Everyone is giving individualistic answers, so my head is spinning.

I think that’s the same for the teacher.

I came to see how well the children are doing in the open class, but I feel so sorry for the teacher’s hard work.

“Ahem. Everyone gave good answers. Of course, the correct answer in the textbook was to think again about whether you really need it. Everyone knew that, right?”

“Yes!”

Everyone answers so well, but I don’t know why they’re all giving different presentations.

The children are such pranksters.

No, is it just the kids from our Gangin Kindergarten?

After a few more questions passed, it was time to match the order of the story.

This one went smoothly.

I was able to see various aspects in Korean class, such as cooperating and matching the story.

Presentation, cooperation, confidence, class attitude, etc.

The teacher must have had a hard time preparing like this, but she was amazing.

“Then we’ll end today’s class here.”

“Thank you.”

The class ended.

I took a picture with Siha.

I wanted to commemorate it.

“Sihyuk Hyung. Me too. Me too.”

“Hana too. Hana too.”

“Okay. Let’s take a picture together.”

I took pictures with the twins.

“Hyung is going now. Listen to the rest of the class well.”

“Okay! See you later, Hyung!”

“Okay!”

The time to say goodbye wasn’t long.

The break time is set.

“Mr. Sihyuk.”

Jongsu’s mom called me.

“We’re going to have coffee for a while. How about Mr. Sihyuk?”

“Ah, yes. That’s good.”

Tea time with the mothers who have time.

Participating in this kind of thing helps the mothers get closer.

Honestly, I don’t know if it’s a meaningful activity.

I don’t know this part well either, since it’s my first time.

I sat down at the cafe, and questions came flying in.

“Mr. Sihyuk. But are you also teaching Siha about economics? I saw him today and he knows how to make money.”

“That’s right. Are you already teaching him that?”

“Do translators these days know that well too?”

“Should I start teaching him now?”

Hmm. You’re making a big misunderstanding.

“Hahaha. I don’t teach him anything like that. I just help him with his schoolwork.”

But everyone didn’t seem to believe me.

“You send him to taekwondo, art, and he’s good at English conversation. And I saw on YouTube that he can draw Chopin sheet music on the piano, so he must have learned some music too. Hmm.”

If you just list what you see, it seems like I’m making him do a lot of things.

I felt wronged.

Siha just likes to do this, and the conversation is because there’s a foreign uncle at home, and he hasn’t even learned music.

Now I’m being suspected of learning economics.

No, isn’t this almost like the education of the aristocratic class? It’s not like he’s going to be king.

“Don’t just keep it to yourself. Share it with us.”

“I really don’t make him do anything.”

Anyone who sees this would think I’m the most enthusiastic about education here.

“Of course. If you make the kids do it, they won’t. You naturally created the environment, right?”

“I didn’t create that either.”

It just happened, but didn’t I create it?

Ah, should I have come to tea time?

I think the more I talk, the more misunderstandings there are.

I don’t know. Let’s just drink tea quietly and go out saying I have an appointment.