Chapter 4

004. What kind of seismic shift is this?

‘Ma Eun-yul is interested in my talent?’

Do-woong couldn't help but be surprised.

After all, Ma Eun-yul was famous for her singing,

and she was the muse of Hanje High School.

At that moment, someone walked over with a slanted gait.

“Hey, Ma Eun-yul, what are you doing? My singing has really improved. Just listen once, okay?”

It was Yoon Jung-ho, who had accidentally thrown a ball at Do-woong's head that morning.

He was pulling on Ma Eun-yul's sleeve when he noticed Do-woong.

“Huh? You... are in our class?”

Yoon Jung-ho tilted his head.

Not only was Do-woong's presence noticeable,

‘I saw him this morning, and if this is the case, isn't he just a bit slow?’

Do-woong began to suspect rationally.

However, the look in the guy's eyes when he saw Do-woong was different from this morning.

He seemed to be wary of Do-woong's interest in Ma Eun-yul.

Then,

“Ouch!”

Yoon Jung-ho suddenly screamed.

Ma Eun-yul had hit the back of his head.

“I'll apologize for her.”

With those words, she coolly walked into the karaoke room.

Yoon Jung-ho glanced at the two and timidly followed behind.

“Damn! Ma Eun-yul! Let's go together!”

Thanks to this, Do-woong felt like he had gotten off easy.

**

“What kind of seismic shift is this?”

The science teacher, who was also the homeroom teacher, called Do-woong to the office.

It wasn't a spectacular score, but his grades had improved significantly.

Originally, his scores were poor, so the improvement was noticeable.

Now that Do-woong was back, he had no intention of slacking off in his studies.

He knew that good grades during his school days would be a plus even if he became a singer.

“I don't know what kind of chemical reaction happened in your brain, but the teacher is very pleased with this change.”

The teacher, who couldn't protect his own hair with modern science, smiled like an AI.

He was a quirky teacher who used unusual language, fitting for a science teacher.

It had been a week of cramming.

During the exam period, he studied for more than eight hours a day,

and he didn't neglect his two hours of music practice.

Fortunately, the damage in the video didn't affect reality, so he could manage both.

However, the energy consumption was significant, and he even experienced his first nosebleed.

He thought that the reason his grades were poor in high school might have been the lack of a goal.

His ranking in the class had risen to the top ten,

and he had completed 42% of his vocal training.

“You're doing very well.”

The homeroom teacher nodded.

He then rummaged through the desk and pulled out a paper submitted at the beginning of the semester.

It was the paper where he had written down his dreams and desired schools.

‘What did I write back then?’

“Do-woong, you said you had no desired school or dream. Has your thinking changed at all?”

As expected, the old Do-woong had no goals.

But the current Do-woong was different.

“Yes, sir. I have something I want to do.”

It was an answer without a moment's hesitation.

“Oh~ Really? You've gained the activation energy for your dream! That's excellent.”

The homeroom teacher smiled contentedly and didn't pry further.

He simply encouraged Do-woong in his own way.

Do-woong received an ergonomically designed pen as a gift and returned to the classroom.

The classroom atmosphere after the exam was quite chaotic.

“Teacher, tell us an interesting story!”

This was true even during class.

Someone in the back raised their hand and shouted, and the social studies teacher, out of ideas, pointed to Ma Eun-yul.

“Instead, why don't Eun-yul come up and sing a song?”

Ma Eun-yul was a well-known figure at school.

She sang at a professional level and had a striking appearance.

Almost every teacher who entered the class would ask Eun-yul to sing at least once.

Rumors said her mother was a singer, but for some reason, she didn't seem interested in that path,

and the last news was that she had entered a prestigious university.

Eun-yul answered with her chin in her hand.

“Teacher, you've heard my singing many times.”

“It's okay to sing a different song.”

Eun-yul, who didn't seem to want to, suddenly had a good idea and her eyes sparkled.

“Teacher, I have someone to recommend instead.”

This caught the attention of a few people.

Students who were lying down started to lift their heads.

“Ahem”

Eun-yul hadn't even mentioned who it was yet,

but Yoon Jung-ho, sitting in the back row, cleared his throat.

With everyone's attention focused on Eun-yul, she spoke.

“Nam Do-woong sings well, teacher.”

At the same time, everyone's eyes turned to Do-woong.

Then someone said dismissively,

“Is Ma Eun-yul serious? What can he sing?”

Hearing this, the social studies teacher pointed at Do-woong with his pointer and scolded Eun-yul.

“Is this guy just trying to bully that kid?”

A few students in the classroom also smirked and looked at Do-woong.

‘Look at these guys.’

Feeling a surge of determination, Do-woong raised his hand.

His confidence had grown from his training.

“Teacher, I'll sing.”

-Ohh~

The students reacted with excitement, as if they had found an entertaining spectacle.

The social studies teacher responded.

“Great, are you confident? If I like your singing, I'll end the class 5 minutes early.”

-Wowwww

The students reacted with excitement at the prospect of an early dismissal.

‘Yes, I'll make sure of it.’

Do-woong was already standing in front of the blackboard.

He had given presentations in class before, but back then, no one paid attention to those eyes.

Now, dozens of black eyes were quietly scanning Do-woong.

“Huh. It's that guy from the karaoke room.”

Yoon Jung-ho, sitting in the back row, snorted in disbelief.

He still couldn't remember Do-woong's name.

At that moment, two girls in the front row whispered.

“What's Ma Eun-yul up to? Is she trying to embarrass him?”

“I don't know... Eun-yul has a temper, but she's not that mean.”

“What's so special about him?”

“Well, there are people who are so insignificant that you don't even know if they exist.”

Hearing this, Yoon Jung-ho felt a bit relieved.

He adjusted his posture, curious to see how well Do-woong would perform.

The eyes of curiosity, indifference, and others were busy scanning Do-woong.

This was the first time he had received so much attention from so many people.

“Let's give it a try, then. Clap!”

-Clap clap clap clap clap

A few students clapped their hands at the teacher's urging.

It was a dry, forced applause.

‘Hmm.’

The students' attention had already waned somewhat.

Some of them, thinking they had bought some time, started to lie down on their desks.

‘Focus.’

Do-woong, undeterred, recalled the sensation he had practiced through streaming.

And finally,

The moment had arrived for Do-woong to perform for his first audience.