Imagine you are in a high school classroom, amongst of bunch of senior students studying overnight for CSATs. The sound you could only hear would never include words. Almost everything will be quiet and still like there is nobody in there, except for scribbling sounds of pencils and light breathing of the students. You could see the clock on the left wall ticking towards ten o'clock in the evening, when most of the people around this district will take a rest at home, or some might still in their working places, yearning for earn money for the sake of their families. In this bleak middle of the night, when the clock finally strikes ten, a student sitting in the back will sneakily emerge from his desk, and then will turn on the screen of his cell phone which he had been hidden under the desk all day long.
Like a lion trying to hunt down its prey, the student takes a deep look around him. since they had been studying more than six hours, it is the timing when everybody gets exhausted. Some sneak out their cell phones, others try to chat with their desk mates and giggle about random topics. Some 'bold' ones even try to lie down on their desk and go on a nice, deep slumber. There are even more students who carry on their studying, seeming to not consider about what others are doing around them. They might end up going to one of the top universities in Korea or become your boss someday, but nobody cares about it in this moment. Among this bizarre ecosystem of a planet called 'school', there is one single fact that relieves the student; THERE IS NO SUPERVISOR AROUND HIM.
The student pulls out a little sigh of relief, and turns down the cell phone screen with his right index finger. Through his rapid movements, he spots some online articles that he would like to take a look at.
Which one I should choose today?, he would think rather casually, like choosing what sandwich he would have for breakfast. He scrolls down from Politics to Economics, through gossips about celebrities. His rapid eye movement from the screen to the classroom repeats, like a roller coaster treading sincerely following the gravity. Seconds later, his finger finally stops on one article from a series of articles about recent baseball news. The title of the article apparently says, Korean ultimate hitter Bo-Hoon Bang being nominated as one of the most anticipated rookies in Minnesota next season. However, the student doesn't even notice the article itself. Actually, his index finger moves even faster treading down all the sentences in the article. All he heads through is probably where the most problematic scene online happens; The Comment Forum.
The student places his index finger on the text box above the comment forum, and looks through what everybody else had been written. while obviously positive comments are seen more through his eyes, a frown smears rapidly through his face like electricity. It wouldn't happen particularly because he dislikes the player, or dislikes the team he is in. The student, before long, would had been always sick of seemingly nice comments on the Internet. He might not know exactly why, though, perhaps because of jealousy or personal dissatisfaction. Perhaps he could have been just green with envy with anybody who are being praised, like the comment forum he sees through his eyes. He could have seen a lot of people who are being recognized as good people because of all good things they have, such as their fame, appearance or even good personalities, and here he is off-screen; self-destructed, fed-up-with-everything, and with nothing on his hands.
LOLOLOLOL Seriouslllyyy?? Lookin'forward for dat All-4-Strike-out Numbnut? Go on suckas!!! If u really want! Go on suck Bang's asshole instead of staying here LOLOL
The student's hands eventually types on these words on the screen. Still, there is no sound to be heard around him. Looking at the comment he just wrote, he just shrugs his shoulder with no facial expression particularly changing. Perhaps, he would think that this would be something that the player should cope, like he is coping with his studies. Perhaps, he knew too well that these comments would make everyone fight online, and there could be no other reason. He could have just wanted to make the scene begin. Oh, how everyone LOVES drama.
Small footsteps are heard from the distance, and they are getting closer to the classroom. Everybody who were doing something else other than studying, including the student, start to emerge back to their 'studious' positions from whatever they were doing. The student, obviously, makes a hurry to turn off the screen of the cell phone. However, his anxiety for getting caught had been too serious so that he made some banging sounds while he was turning off the phone. The student hears the footsteps are getting even louder, and the classroom door is swung open now. Low gasps are being herd from the student body, as a middle-aged man with streaks of white hair in the left side of his forehead walks slowly through the aisles of the classroom. His long-bottomed trousers of the navy-blue suit are being pulled down, so that it could absorb most of the dusts on the floor.
"아, 담임 쟤는 또 왜 오고 지랄인데? 오늘 가족 사정이 있다고 하지 않았냐?(Why the hell is Mr Jeon(the form room teacher) is here? I thought he had a family event this evening.)"
"몰라 씨발. 담임 성격이라면 가족 사정 따위는 상관없을걸?(I don't have a fucking idea. He's Mr. Jeon. You know him. Family events will never bother him anyway.) "
The student hears whispering conversations from two classmates sitting in front of him. With slight fear and tension, the student gulps his throat a little bit and tries to turn on the page of his maths book, pretending that he was studying after all. While he tries to turn over the page, a hand pushes inside through his desk and hooks up something. Without even looking at the student's panic face, the hand locks up something that would cause him a huge deal to get it back; his cell phone.
The student looks over the hand with the cell phone is on, still shining its LED monitor like it just didn't care. Mr. Jeon, with toneless look, looks down at the student and his cell phone. Whilst everybody in the classroom was watching, Mr. Jeon finally puts the cell phone inside the pocket of his trousers. Then, he spoke to the student with a strict voice, like a traffic alert transformed into a human voice.
"유현섭 학생, 휴대폰 압수.(Mr. Hyun-Seop Ryu, your phone is now confiscated)."
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