'and....' I glanced around the classroom with hazy eyes. Han Do-jae was lost in thought about the classroom he had visited after a long time. 'More than I thought.'
"Hey! Let's sit here." "Isn't this place too far ahead?" "The seats in the back are already occupied."
Is it because it's been a long time since I graduated? A good desk worthy of the reputation of the Heavenly Presbyterian Church. This was the first thought that came to Handojae's mind as he looked at the classroom filled with state-of-the-art facilities. 'It's really narrow.'
I thought that the classrooms at school were cuter than I thought. I just wondered how I managed to spend three years here. 'I guess I'll get used to it.'
I sat down in the second row, by the window, in front of where the kids weren't sitting. I didn't pay much attention to it because I think they probably changed seats or something.
Knock knock.
"Is everyone seated?"
A large, heavily built man opened the front door and came in. The homeroom teacher was Wonho Jo. 'It's been a while, teacher.'
Feeling an inner intimacy all by himself, Han Do-jae looked at Jo Won-ho with strange eyes. One of the top actors in Korea who boasts an overwhelming presence on the screen. He, who had been going back and forth between Chungmuro and the theater world, was taking a sabbatical year and teaching at Haneul Yego. I want to teach the growing sprouts. Anyway, he was an unusual teacher. The acting major of Sky Premonition is so rare that only a few people are selected. That's why I kept running into Jo Won-ho, my first-year homeroom teacher and acting teacher. Maybe it was because I had seen his face for three years, but he seemed more friendly than the other teachers. Of course, it would be a one-sided feeling of intimacy on Han Do-jae's part.
"Okay, let me introduce myself. My name is Jo Won-ho. My major is acting. That means there are some of you who are taking my major classes. I'm really sorry to be the homeroom teacher for the Theater and Film Department, which only has five classes, but let's get along."
The kids giggled and laughed at the refreshing self-introduction that revealed their usual personalities. Han Do-jae seemed to see the image of his past teacher, who wanted to focus only on acting lessons but grumbled that the homeroom teacher had too many chores. 'You remain unchanged.'
I thought it was natural since I just returned to the past.
"The practical test will be evaluated in three major subjects, and of course, the practical test will be the most important. It will be reflected in the internal grades as 70% practical test and 30% theory."
I remember that Sky High School had a lot of assignments that teachers gave out between semesters. In addition, there is also a 'semester assignment' which is the most important assignment within a semester. And of course, like other liberal arts high schools, you have to take midterms and finals. Looking back, it was not an easy schedule.
After the explanation that had been completed in a hurry and all the processes were cleared, Jo Won-ho closed the attendance book and said, "The entrance ceremony is over. You may go back. Just come to this classroom and sit down by 8:30 tomorrow. That's all."
Cho Won-ho said that if there were any questions, he would ask tomorrow and strode out the front door again. Handojae left the noisy classroom and headed to the dormitory. I stood in the bathroom attached to my dorm room and looked at my face in the mirror. The ugly scar that had been across her right cheek had completely disappeared. No matter how many times I touched the ball, it still felt smooth. 'I'm really back.'
With the same face as 10 years ago. Then, I heard the door open outside, so I left the bathroom with my glasses on and my bangs down.
"Huh? This is our first time meeting? Nice to meet you."
My dorm roommate, Woo Ji-ho. It was the guy who was now reaching out his hand in front of Han Do-jae. A character I forgot about because I was only thinking about the gorgeous Yoon Se-ri, Kang Yi-shin, and Im Hyeok. Today was the entrance ceremony, but he must have sold his vest, so he was wearing a jacket, shirt, and loose tie.
"My name is Woo Ji-ho. Please take care of me. My friend."
Even up until his graduation, he was a guy who was famous for his good personality. An attractive face with distinct, sharp features and dark skin. Woo Ji-ho's mouth was forming a nice curve as he held out his hand with sparkling brown eyes. 'He seems like a bit of a people-loving dog.'
But unfortunately, they were not able to become close friends before Handojae returned. Even though we shared the same room for three whole years.
"Please take good care of me too. My name is Han Do-jae."
Han Do-jae naturally grabbed Woo Ji-ho's hand. I don't know why I had such a hard time making friends in the past. But this life isn't just about being seventeen. The second seventeenth. There was no need to show Mona on purpose. Woo Ji-ho grabbed Han Do-jae's hand and pulled him down forcefully, looking at him intently. Han Do-jae, who was sensitive to looking at faces, grabbed her hand and pulled it away. Woo Ji-ho's expression seen through his glasses was subtle. At that gaze, I touched my face for no reason and asked.
"What is on my face?" "No, it's not like that. I can't see it very well, huh. Hmm, maybe the images just don't match?" "what?" "The monologue you did earlier was really good." "... Really? Thank you."
He pushed up his glasses and bowed his head slightly. The acting is good. Although I've heard many times that I'm handsome, it was unfamiliar to hear praise for my acting.
"Isn't that poisonous? Where did you learn acting?" "I saw the poison about 100 times and it worked." "I he monologue you did earlier was really good." "... Really? Thank you."
He pushed up his glasses and bowed his head slightly. The acting is good. Although I've heard many times that I'm handsome, it was unfamiliar to hear praise for my acting.
"Isn't that poisonous? Where did you learn acting?"
As I was choosing my words, Woo Ji-ho burst into hearty laughter right in front of me. 'Why is it like this?'
Is this what a stormy seventeen year old is like? I don't think so. Han Do-jae himself didn't do that much even at the age of seventeen.
"You're more interesting than I thought, aren't you?" "?"
He pointed at himself with his finger and asked back at the unexpected words.
"Yeah. I felt like she was an extraordinary person from the moment she woke up at that timing." "Haha. That's the first time I've heard that."
Han Do-jae, 30 years old. This is the first time in my life that I've ever been told that I'm a fun person. I've heard a lot that my face is funny. Han Do-jae and Woo Ji-ho had a brief conversation while unpacking. I wondered if we had ever had a conversation like this before, including the time before the regression. But the conversation that naturally continued did not stop.
"Have you thought about what club to join?" "Club? Ah... not yet." "Really? Don't you usually have a place you want to go to? The Sky Preview Club is famous, right?"
I can't say I didn't have time to do that because I had to return just yesterday.
"I'll think about it little by little." "Yeah. I have an audition at the end of this semester. I'm aiming for Professor Jo Won-ho's club." "It's nice there. The competition is fierce though."
Sky's prediction club activities were famous. There are six clubs in total in the Department of Theater and Film, which are theater and film clubs. Each has a different personality. The most popular and largest of these was the club where the homeroom teacher, Wonho Cho, served as the advisor. They film about one independent film a year, and word of mouth is that the quality of these videos is good. The Sky Foundation, which was founded in 1912, is famous for its generous support of works of art produced on campus. Students' creative works could also be negotiated with the foundation. That is why students were serious about their club activities because they could fill out filmography and portfolios that directly lead to their careers.
"I guess so... But I'll try auditioning at least once."
This is why auditions to join clubs at the end of each semester became a big event. 'Come to think of it, wasn't that person in the club around this time?'
When I heard about the Sky Prediction Club, there was one person who came to mind first. Han Do-jae sat quietly lost in thought. Perhaps, this was the greatest opportunity since returning.
"Just looking at the kids in our class, it doesn't seem like we have a chance of winning... Kang Ishin, Yoon Se-ri... and even Im Hyuk." "Cheer up."
Even just looking at Kang Ee-shin and Yoon Se-ri's monologues, it was clear that she was not yet at the level to compete with them. Handojae, who had gathered his thoughts, spoke to Woo Jiho as if it were someone else's business. Woo Ji-ho asked back, seeming puzzled.
"Aren't you thoughtless?" "I want to find out more."
In fact, the answer was already decided. Because Han Do-jae knew a better future. Connections and opportunities that you must obtain from the heavenly notice. 'Seonwoo Gil. Now is the chance, while that teacher is still at this school.'
Mr. Seonwoo Gil, who will be called a young master in the future. In his memory, Seonwoo Gil was the advisor of a different club, not the one where Jo Wonho was the advisor. Thinking back now, I wonder how I ever ended up being a teacher at this school. At a time when the world had yet to recognize his greatness, it was an opportunity for Han Do-jae to seize the opportunity to become the master. I had no intention of remaining an actor who was sold only by his face. To do that, I needed to carefully choose my first film in this life. And there is no better place to complete that first film than here in the heavens. They teach acting and give you the opportunity to participate in good productions. There's also Seonwoo-gil. 'The goal for the first year is definitely Seonwoo-gil.'
The two people who had roughly finished unpacking their bags naturally decided to split the bed between the left and right. We were able to finish quickly because Woo Ji-ho actively helped Han Do-jae unpack his luggage. After that, Woo Ji-ho dusted off his hands and stood up, looking around the room.
"Okay, is this enough for now?"
Han Do-jae also got up and quietly shook his hands. Woo Ji-ho looked at him and smiled.
"Then shall we go get something to eat?" "Okay."
As I was feeling hungry, I followed him, and Woo Ji-ho turned around and smiled. He shouted at me to put my arm around my shoulder and go, and I snickered.
"Today is Korean and English...."
I took out the textbooks for general subjects from the locker. Itook out my textbook and headed to my seat according to the Wednesday schedule. After a few days of returning, I quickly adapted to student life. Usually, there were many general subject classes in the morning and until the 5th or 6th period. Even though it was a preview, since it was an educational institution, it had to fill the general subject class hours. Among them, there are three interesting classes in the first grade. Acting theory, drama theory, script theory. Today's 8th period was the first day of one of those classes. I headed to the mobile class classroom with Woo Ji-ho. An acting major practical training classroom where only acting major students gather. Because the two were tall, they naturally ended up sitting in the back. Woo Ji-ho, sitting next to me, grumbled while drinking his beverage, saying that the regular classes were difficult.
"General subjects are really not my style." "I thought it was worth listening to." "Are you serious...?"
It wasn't a bad idea to come back as a child and listen to stories about literature and English grammar. If I thought of it as the price for getting another chance to act, there was nothing I wouldn't do. Woo Ji-ho looked at Han Do-jae curiously while sucking on the apple pack through a straw. Anyway, Han Do-jae waited without any sign of sleepiness, and the front door finally opened.
Knock-knock.
The front door opens and closes quite roughly. A middle-aged man trudged into the middle of the classroom. He has a warm impression with a slightly protruding belly, but his eyes are sharp. Han Do-jae thought as he looked at the teacher who came in. 'You're still the same today.'
Practical class in the 8th period today. Subject: What is acting? The teacher in charge was Wonho Jo, the homeroom teacher. It was Jo Won-ho's first day, and without any class introduction, he immediately asked the kid in the front seat.
"What is acting?"
The person who was pointed out by Jo Won-ho's question that came in right away was greatly embarrassed.
"yes...?" "Anything is fine, just spit it out. You came in here to act. What do you think acting is?" "...Uh...I got so immersed in the character...."
The student mumbled a textbook-like answer. Jo Won-ho quickly turned his head, looked at the children, and then pointed to Im Hyeok.
"There. What is acting?" "Acting is free. Acting is natural."
Lim Hyuk, who was sitting at an angle with his long legs sticking out of the desk, answered with his tongue rolling. Even with that answer, Jo Won-ho didn't look very satisfied. 'Ah. I remembered.'
One memory about Jo Won-ho. Question bomber.
"What is acting? - Another answer...."
Jo Won-ho looked around, then stopped at Han Do-jae and made a strange expression. 'Hey, that guy....'
Jo Won-ho's gaze, which was searching every corner of the classroom in search of an interesting answer, stopped at a gloomy student whose face was covered by long bangs. With long bangs that make you wonder if you can see the front, and thick horn-rimmed glasses. There's probably only one person like that in heaven. Jo Won-ho walked briskly towards him and checked the name tag on his uniform.
"Limit?" "yes." "What do you think acting is?"
Without avoiding eye contact, Han Do-jae blurted out a word that just occurred to him.
"It's a fake."
Im Hyeok's gaze, which had been distracted by Han Do-jae's answer, flew in and was fixed on him. I also noticed the surprised expressions on the other kids' faces.
"What the heck is that guy...."
Im Hyuk's brow furrowed involuntarily at the unexpected answer.