TL: KSD
The first day of a school trip is usually carried out in a calm atmosphere. Not because it’s actually calm, but simply because it’s calr compared to the second day.
Even if all the kids seem wild and hyper, that madness is rely akin to the excitent of racehorses snorting at the starting line.
The true frenzy of a school trip begins on the second day.
To be exact, it starts the mont they take off their school uniforms.
“Yaaaaaaaahhhk-!”
The Practical Dance Departnt was already in chaos, with a teacher’s thundering shout ringing out from early morning.
The second-year horoom teacher, Choi Min-joo, delivered a fiery slap.
Considering the tis, the slap didn’t land on a cheek but instead aid for a stomach.
Because of the short crop tops, the slap hit an exposed belly button with so force.
Smack-!
“Aaaaaah!”
“Who told you brats to crawl out here in crop tops?!”
The second-year student from the Practical Dance Departnt, clutching her belly, glared with determined eyes, ready to fight for her freedom of clothing.
Her revolutionary comrades quickly joined her, glaring daggers at the teacher.
“Teacher! This isn’t school, is it?!”
“School trip hours are still academic hours! Did you think you were on vacation? Should I mark you absent?!”
“There are costus way more revealing than this on stage!”
“That’s a stage costu, and this is casual wear!”
“Wherever we stand is our stage!”
“I can’t live because of you brats, seriously…”
The second day of the school trip marked the start of the real sightseeing. Fully prepared to enjoy themselves to the fullest, the students entered battle mode. Smartphones were mounted on selfie sticks, and they dressed up in flashy casual outfits ticulously selected for the occasion.
Even the students from the Creative Writing Departnt, who had nothing to do with stage outfits, were blinged out in their finest, looking like outsiders awkwardly trying to imitate internet trends.
But to Park Chang-woon’s eyes, even they looked like delinquents. The mont he saw how the kids were dressed, he sighed heavily and covered his face.
“No matter how much I try to keep up with the younger generation, I just can’t get used to this…”
It was rare for Park Chang-woon to lant sothing about today’s youth.
“What’s with the way kids dress these days? Moon In, do you know?”
He gave Moon In a once-over. Despite the casual dress code, Moon In stubbornly remained in his school uniform. And, as always, he carried that blanket around. Since it was the sa blanket he had draped over himself even at the Cannes Film Festival, there was no use questioning it.
Still, even taking that into account, Moon In’s appearance scread ‘model student’.
Park Chang-woon felt a strange sense of satisfaction, like he’d just finished a hearty bowl of rice soup, and smiled contentedly.
But he overlooked the environnt in which Moon In had grown up.
“Why? Isn’t that a pretty wholeso look?”
“Wholeso? Are you blind?”
“As long as there’s no cigarettes and condoms involved, it’s wholeso enough…”
“……”
Park Chang-woon shut his eyes tightly and clamped his mouth shut.
Then, clutching his pounding head, he hurriedly stood up.
“L-let’s eat.”
“Lunch is still a long way off.”
“I’m hungry, that’s why…”
EP 10 – Starry Sky
School trips, in their origins, were a part of militaristic public education implented during the Japanese colonial period. The purpose was to make colonized Korean students tour mainland Japan and internalize the economic disparities, serving as a tool of indoctrination.
However, in the present day-
“Okay, everyone, say kim-chi-”
“Kimchi-!”
“Kimuchi-!”
“Ang, kimotti-!” (TL: It’s a racist slang term, basically referring to moaning sounds made in porn videos, especially in Japanese porn, aning sothing along the lines of ‘Ah, this feels so good’.)
“Ah, stop this bullshit you crazy bastards! There are so many people around-!”
“H-hey kids, stop fighting…”
“Kimchi? Then I’m going to say paocai!-” (TL: Kimchi is the Korean term for pickled vegetables, similarly, Paocai is the Chinese term for pickled vegetables.)
“Teacher! They’re making a fuss about paocai over kimchi!”
“And stop cursing…”
School trips have turned into playti for middle schoolers.
The ‘su(修)’ in school trips ans ‘to refine’, and ‘hak(學)’ ans ‘learning’. Hence, the original purpose of a school trip was ‘a journey to refine one’s studies’. (TL: su(수) and hak(학) from 수학여행(School Trip/Field Trip))
However, tradition always evolves with the tis. What was once akin to a has now transford. Why resist change when it cos so naturally?
Thus, school trips have beco .
Whether the teachers can also join in the fun depends on the situation.
This usually hinges on whether a youth instructor has been hired.
If students adhered to rules well, the fallen angel Lucifer, capable of becoming either an angel or a demon, could be assigned to them, and the would evolve into a . This would allow teachers to stop babysitting and instead relax in the accommodations, casually cracking open bottles of soju.
However, Baekhak Arts Middle School, with its long-standing tradition of teachers treating students with genuine care, did not hire youth instructors.
It wasn’t because of increasing concerns about student rights and safety, but because they were a wealthy school. Even in the past, Baekhak Arts Middle School didn’t go to training camps. The school’s parent association was so formidable that there was no room for negotiation.
Thus, for these reasons, the teachers of each departnt had to serve as tour guides throughout the school trip.
However, Park Chang-woon seed to hold a slightly different opinion.
“Tour guide what! More like babysitter. This…”
It’s not that Park Chang-woon thought all middle schoolers were little kids who needed protection. He was simply saying that taking care of middle schoolers running around under the scorching sun was as exhausting as taking care of newborns.
Eventually, Park Chang-woon plopped himself down on an unnad fountain in the middle of downtown Gyeongju. Far from resembling a sage, he looked more like a rogue, with beads of sweat dripping from the ends of his beard.
“Ugh…”
Park Chang-woon was, after all, at an age where his knees were starting to ache.
An age where his aching knees prevented him from eting his childhood friends anywhere but in PUBG. An age where it was practically impossible to keep up with children who could run around tirelessly without knee pain.
Thus, he leveraged his brief political experience from about a week-long career as a politician and implented a shrewd and ticulous strategy.
“Teacher Kim. Can you watch the kids for a bit? My knees are killing …”
“What?”
“Oh, thank you so much~”
In an instant, Park Chang-woon passed his duties to another teacher and fled back to the accommodations.
Teacher Kim, who suddenly got stuck with an entire departnt, stared blankly into space,
While Park Chang-woon smiled brightly at the thought of lying down under the air conditioning when he got back.
However, both teachers had overlooked sothing,
It was practically impossible (unless you were Gu Yu-na) to control the rebellious students of the Creative Writing Departnt without Park Chang-woon’s presence.
Thus, a ominous atmosphere began to brew among the Creative Writing students, now free from the teachers’ grasp.
Fortunately, it wasn’t that the remaining soccer club coup forces were plotting dark sches to overthrow the civilian governnt, but…
“Gu Yu-na. Take that off. Right now.”
“…What?”
“Starting now, that yellow furry hoodie of yours is confiscated.”
Sothing far more terrifying was beginning to stir.
* * *
The representatives of a class are the class president and vice president. Democratically elected, they appoint other cabinet mbers like the cleaning manager or the library manager.
This is the standard political system of student society.
However, systems and reality often diverge.
The real politics of student society operate on far more intricate principles.
Gender, for instance, is far too simple a criterion. The hierarchy and cliques within student society are divided by a variety of other factors.
Hobbies, academic performance, athletic ability, social skills, club activities, gaming, beauty, financial assets…
There are kids who excel academically, kids who don’t, kids who love soccer, kids obsessed with otaku culture or gaming…
The interpersonal relationships in student society form a taphysical world, sorted into multifaceted and intricate categories.
It is absolutely incomprehensible to adults aged 19 or older.
As a result, the political factions within a class are also sharply delineated. It is rare for these diversely categorized students to unite in one voice.
At most, there are about three situations when this happens:
When begging the teacher to skip today’s class,
When an unappetizing lunch is served,
And-
“Whattttt-?!”
When, after flirting for three years, soone suddenly declares they weren’t actually a couple, leaving everyone exasperated.
“You an they weren’t dating?!”
“Shh…! Shhh…! They’ll hear you…!”
The class president grabbed the arm of the blonde-haired student, trying to lower their voice.
The fact that a bookworm from the Creative Writing Departnt dyed her hair blonde was enough to show that she was essentially the leader of the delinquent girl faction.
Though she usually looked at the class president, leader of the female honor student faction, like a cow looking at a chicken, Gu Yu-na’s ‘Single Declaration’ made cooperation between the two factions possible.
“Really?! Really really?!”
“Really, really…”
The scandal that broke out on the first night of the school trip spread quickly throughout the Creative Writing Departnt through communication between the faction leaders.
The otaku gaming enthusiast faction, self-proclaid as the progressive faction of the Creative Writing Departnt, and the soccer club, which had been keeping a low profile since their failed coup, quickly learned of the news.
Once the influential figures of each faction held summit etings and reached a consensus, even the underground cri syndicate of the Web Novel faction, which had been watching from the shadows, decided to ride the tide.
And so, the voices of the entire class united as one.
Their cause? None other than-
“Yu-na, can you co here for a mont?”
“Why should I?”
“…Please, just co here.”
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