Chapter 298
The Youngest Son of the Eunhae Trading Company Chapter 298
Chapter 298. The Academy Specializing in Rehabilitation (3)
A moment later.
I followed the old man from the general store and arrived at the principal's office.
“Isn't this the principal's office?”
“Yes, it is.”
Why on earth did he call me here...
While I was wondering, the elder opened the door to the principal's office without warning.
“Uh...”
I was worried that it was rude, but there was no one inside.
“What are you doing? Aren't you coming in?”
“Yes, I'm coming in.”
“Close the door. It's cold.”
“Yes...”
I closed the door. In the meantime, the elder sat down heavily on the chair next to the Principal's desk.
“Isn't that the Principal's seat?”
“Yes. And I will be the Principal for the next half month.”
“What?”
“I am the acting Principal. That guy said he had to go to his family for a while because of some family business.”
“I see.”
So that's why the elder came here.
The family of Principal Yeong Se-yoon?
There's a family with the surname Yeong in this neighborhood...
A family came to mind, and I asked cautiously.
“Elder, is your family the Kangju Yeong family?”
“That's right.”
I remembered what happened in my previous life.
The Kang family was a family with a long history and tradition, but a minor problem grew into a major one, and eventually the family fell apart.
The current Principal must have a fairly high status in the family.
He would have been able to receive generous support from his family, but with the fall of the family, that support must have been cut off.
That must be why it has become difficult to run this academy.
“But why did you call me?”
“Do you have about half a month?”
“I don't think I have time...”
“Make time.”
If that's what you're going to say, why did you ask if I had time?
As I grumbled to myself, the Elder smiled and continued.
“That boy said he would take some of the teaching assistants here with him when he goes to his family.”
“I see.”
“So we are short-staffed. That's why I'm asking you to be a teaching assistant for a month and a half.”
“What?”
I scratched my head.
“To be honest, I thought you were going to ask me to go with the principal to visit his family.”
“Why?”
“Because you have deep feelings for the Principal, right?”
The Elder laughed at my words.
His silence confirmed my guess. When the Elder was talking to the Principal earlier, his eyes were filled with trust and affection.
“That's why I thought you would ask me out of concern.”
“You're way off base.”
“I think so too.”
“How many swords has that guy broken so far...?”
Then I should tell him this.
“Elder, I heard something the other day. Has the Principal already left?”
“No. He will leave tomorrow morning.”
“Then please convey this message to the Principal. Tell him to take good care of the family treasure.”
The Elder's eyes lit up at my words.
“I will be sure to convey your message.”
“Thank you.”
As expected, the Elder did not ask me anything.
As far as I could remember, the cause of the problem in the Principal's family was the family treasure.
Now that I had given him a hint, he would surely resolve the matter.
He was a powerful man, recognized even by the Elder, so there would be no problems.
“So, will you accept my offer to be a temporary assistant for half a month?”
I sighed and replied to the Elder's question.
“Even if I don't want to, I don't have a choice, do I?”
“You are wise.”
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The next day
Jeong Ho and Song Rok's families were sent to Hubei Province first.
Then Pal-gap and the guards packed their belongings and came to Jeong In Academy. We had to stay at the academy for the next half month.
“This way, please.”
As if he had been asked by the old man at the general store, the assistant professor led us to the assistants' quarters.
“You can use this room and that room.”
“Thank you.”
Pal-gap opened the door first and looked around the room before saying, “I think we need to clean up first.”
In fact, the room I was given was not very nice.
It was quite old.
It was quite old.
Every time Pal-gap stepped on the floor, it creaked.
In addition, the walls were slightly cracked and warped in places, allowing cold air to seep in.
I'm sure they gave us the best room they had...
I thought I knew why the old man at the general store had asked me to be a temporary assistant.
Did he mean that if he was going to sponsor me, he should do it properly?
Even though the room was in poor condition, Pal-gap didn't say a word and quietly began cleaning.
That's Pal-gap for you.
The assistant above me scratched his head and replied with a slightly red face.
“I apologize for the lack of cleaning. Actually, the academy doesn't have enough staff, so the assistants clean their own rooms, but I tidied up a little...”
I smiled and waved my hand.
“Don't worry about it. It's clean enough. It's just that Pal-gap's standards are a little high. And if the teaching assistants are supposed to clean, then they should do so.”
I continued.
“Then I'd like to hear a detailed explanation while you're cleaning.”
“Sure.”
The teaching assistant briefly explained the main points.
First, the curriculum at Jeongin Academy is three years.
“If the basic curriculum is three years, does that mean there may be additional training?”
“Yes. If it is determined that the training is not sufficient, you will have to undergo an additional three years of training.”
“...”
I thought I knew one of the reasons why the assistant professor had become such an upright man.
But according to what the assistant instructor said yesterday, “They are still new, so they try things like that. Once they reach their third year, they won't do such stupid things,” does that mean there are quite a few people who have to undergo three years of additional training?
“In the morning, we mainly study writing, and in the afternoon, we study our specialized fields.”
The assistant explained what they learn here.
“All classes are divided by level. So, in the morning writing class, if you don't know how to write yet, you first learn how to write, and then you move on to elementary school...”
“Wait a minute. Isn't elementary school for young children? Are there people here who can't read or write yet?”
As far as I know, the minimum age for admission here is fifteen. This is a very special place in many ways.
“...”
From the look in his eyes as he stared at me without saying a word, I felt as if I had heard his answer.
“I see.”
After all, if they were sent here, they must have been quite delinquent, so would they have studied properly?
In any case, they divide the level of education and teach everything from the Emperor's Thousand Characters to the Four Books and Five Classics.
“After lunch, we provide education tailored to each student's area of expertise, but to be honest, due to our limited capabilities, the education is focused on martial arts.”
The assistant turned to me and said.
“However, this world is not made up of only people who have mastered martial arts, is it? We also teach farming as much as we can, as well as arithmetic so that they can work in the upper classes.”
“I see.”
Those words made my mind race.
What if we sent staff from our academy here to provide systematic training?
Wouldn't we be able to obtain the talent I want more quickly and in greater numbers?
While I was thinking about this, the assistant continued.
“And after dinner, there is character education.”
“Character education?”
“As you know, the character of the students at this academy is not very good.”
That's true.
This is a rehabilitation academy where only those with problems are admitted.
“The principal himself is in charge of character education.”
The principal is currently away, so the elderly man at the general store, who is acting as the principal's representative, will conduct the class.
"After character education, students have free time, and then at 9 p.m., it is time for bed. After roll call, the lights are turned off.“
The assistant continued.
”Except in unavoidable circumstances, students are not allowed to leave the dormitory from bedtime until the next day at 5:00-7:00 a.m.“
”I see.“
”This is when the assistants get busy.“
”What? Do you have overtime work?"
“It could be considered overtime, but it is also part of our essential role. We have to discipline students who violate school rules. At night, there are many students who sneak out of the dormitory and engage in deviant behavior.”
“How do you discipline them? Do you just give them a stern warning and send them back?”
The assistant instructor chuckled at my question.
“Wouldn't they beat you up instead?”
I remembered how the assistant instructor had swung a wooden sword at the students who were drinking alcohol in the academy yesterday.
“By the way, is your alias Yacha?”
He coughed in response to my question.
“Um, um... Anyway, most of the students who enter this academy do not consider their teachers to be their mentors. More than half of them were expelled for assaulting their teachers.”
“...”
The assistant instructor handed me a scroll, and I unfolded it.
It was the school rules.
[Do not leave the academy without permission]
[Do not use violence against instructors and teaching assistants.
[Do not drink alcohol within the academy.
[Do not smoke tobacco within the academy.
[Do not sleep with other women. And so on.
“If you find a student violating these rules, do not hesitate to beat them.”
These were rules that would be unthinkable at other academies.
I understood why the principal hated it when someone tried to interfere with the academy's operations.
This was a special place.
It was a place where people who had lived their lives doing whatever they wanted, without regard for hierarchy or violence, came to live.
But would a normal education work for them?
Of course, for normal people, normal education that teaches them with words is enough.
However, for those who have already missed their chance, there is a special method of education.
And to be honest, it is because the students at Jeongin Academy are not allowed to do anything that they are told not to do.
If they don't want to get beaten, they should just follow the rules, right?
After hearing about the rules and my duties as an assistant, I began my month-long assistant life, which was not part of my plan at all.
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One of the reasons the old man at the general store asked me to be a temporary assistant for a month was because of the classes.
One of the people who went with the Principal to his family was a tutor who taught simple arithmetic.
After lunch, I headed to the classroom.
I was assigned to teach beginner arithmetic. Beginner arithmetic... First-year students?
As I was walking to the classroom, wondering how I would teach, my feet stopped.
- I have something to tell you, Liege.
At that moment, I heard telepathy from Jin-yu Musha, who gave me some very important information.
These kids...
It was a good idea to send Jin-yu Musha ahead to check the atmosphere.
There was a reason why the instructors and teaching assistants warned me to be careful.
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Third classroom.
The people gathered there were first-year students.
Under the Principal's educational philosophy that all first-year students must have a certain level of mathematical ability, this was a required class for all first-year students.
As expected of first-year students at Jeongin Academy, they weren't very interested in the class, but they were more interested in the new teaching assistant who was supposed to be teaching today.
“Hey! Did you hear? They said we're getting a new teacher today.”
“I heard that too. They said he's a teaching assistant?”
“He's really good-looking. I wonder if he's a girl?”
“That could be.”
“How about we try to get him to cry today?”
“How are we going to do that?”
With that, they whispered and made a plan.
It was a very shameless plan to rush at the teaching assistant as soon as he entered and force him to take off his clothes.
“He won't be on guard yet, right?”
“It'll be a good show today.”
As they were giggling, a student peeking through the crack in the door shouted.
“Hey! The teaching assistant is coming!”
“Get ready!”
More than half of the first-year cadets were sons of military officers, so they were confident in their physical abilities.
The problem was that they were using those abilities in the wrong place.
As soon as the door opened, one of the cadets threw a punch at Eun Seo-ho.
Thud!
However, the punch was blocked with ridiculous ease.
“How about one more?”
“Ugh!”
“Wrong!”
Bang!
At the same time, Eun Seo-ho kicked him in the shin and blocked another cadet's fist, asking,
“What if you add two to one?”
“...”
Bang!
Eun Seo-ho's kicks were not light, and those who were kicked in the shins all collapsed on the spot, groaning in pain.
“What if you add two to three?”
“That's five!”
“Correct.”
The cadet who answered correctly was not hit and sighed in relief.
After giving all the students simple math problems, Eun Seo-ho stood on the podium.
Three-quarters of the students were groaning in pain, and Eun Seo-ho smiled as he watched them.
“My name is Eun Seo-ho. I will be teaching you basic math for the next half month. Let's have some fun in class.”
Seeing Eun Seo-ho's expression, the students trembled.
It was an instinctive fear of what their future would hold.