Chapter 274 – Chapter 274

〈 Song Jung-shin 〉

No, what kind of power of a first grader…
The word ‘Cheonhajangsa’ came to mind. No, even the celebrities who come to mind when thinking of Cheonha business would not have been like this.

‘It’s too unrealistic.’

These days, several videos are often uploaded on Youtube under the title of foreign murder dodgeball, but even the people there couldn’t show that kind of dodgeball.

‘Do your parents know?’

First of all, I should say something to my parents about this later.
If you don’t know, you might be concerned.
Song Jung-sin made a small note about her Noah her, then raised her her body her.

“Clean up after her, and shake off all the dust that might be on her body. Don’t forget to wash your hands before she goes into the classroom and eats.”
“Yes!”

If you are an adult, it is so amazing that your eyes will pop out, but despite the tremendous sight, the children were not as surprised as they thought.
No, I was surprised.
Rather than being scared of him, it would be more accurate to say that she quickly forgot or adjusted.

“Kyaaaaa!”

Still, there was no class like physical education to get to know each other.

Until yesterday, I feel that Miho and Noah, who thought they existed in completely different colors among the students in the 1st grade and 3rd class, have blended in a little more comfortably.

“It must have been PE for the 4th period today.”
“Yes, mother. Thank you so much for your hard work today. Thank you always.”
“No, I’m coming because I have time left.”

The lady serving her food was more hurried than anyone else, holding up her plate and looking at Miho in front of her, showing a nervous expression.

Today is Tuesday.
The menu might be a bit poor compared to Wednesdays without leftovers, but it was a day with Andong Jjimdak as the main menu.

“Give me a lot!”

Also… It’s an expression that says something has come.
The serving lady scooped a handful into her large ladle and filled the dented plate on her left side her completely full for her Miho.
She stuffed it so much that the soy sauce oil overflowed and slightly moistened the kimchi.

“How about it, is this enough?”
“Ohh…”

Miho blinked his eyes at the chickens on his tray her, and nodded his head, feeling cool.

“Kyaaaaang! Yes!”
“That, is it? Is this really enough?”

The aunts who served food were going to serve Miho a little more today, even if they starved themselves.

Unlike yesterday, seeing Miho nodding her head so easily, I felt bewildered.

‘Did you particularly like the Osam Bulgogi that came out yesterday?’

Of course, the amount I received now was enough to feed 3 or 4 elementary school students.
Compared to what she was going to receive yesterday, she felt inadequate.

Song Jung-sin told me because he knew the reason.

“It must be because I brought something else for today.”
“Aha…”

Being treated as a teacher, he received only two chicken legs from Andong Jjimdak and entered the classroom.
A large, four-tier high-end lunch box with a pink flower pattern on it was sitting on top of Miho’s desk.

“Sister, you have been very patient. Now you can eat as much as you like.”

「Click!」

Noah is kind, so she opens the lids one at a time and shows what’s inside.

Not only that hallucination, but also the delicious smell coming out of the lunch box… Furthermore, it was so neat that it was because of the fancy shape of the lunch box.

“Kyaaaaa!”

All the children who were focused on Miho’s cry of 120 percent happiness, which they had never seen before, couldn’t take their eyes off of them.

Of course, that was also the case for her homeroom teacher, Song Jeong-shin.

‘Oh no, it can’t be like this. Not good…’

Seeing all the children staring at the bento on Miho’s desk, Song-jeong quickly got up from her seat and went to Miho and Noah.

“Miho, Noah?”
“Uh?”
“Yes?”

“Huh,” Said Song Jeong-sin, who took a deep breath.

“I understand that you have packed lunches because school lunches are not enough, but even so, will you tell your mother that you shouldn’t pack lunches like this from tomorrow?”
“Yes? To mom?”

When the story of his parents his comes up, Noah’s expression becomes more serious than ever.
And then say

“Yeah, but this wasn’t made by my mom, it was made by Noah and Dad after waking up in the morning… Should I tell Mom?”
“Cool!”

Song Jeong-sin unknowingly cleared his throat at such an absurd remark.

For a moment, she knew that as an elementary school teacher, she shouldn’t be like this, but without realizing it, she suspected that Noah’s words were a lie.

‘A lunchbox of such crazy quality, no one else made it, but Noah?’

So, now, the silver-haired girl, whose height is only up to my waist, wakes up in the morning, not for herself, but for her sister her… Did he pack a 4-layer lunchbox?

Wouldn’t it be insulting if you put a scene like this in a lot of Japanese cartoons?

“That… It’s a very grand action, so the teacher thinks. But now, if you stand out too much in a class where everyone is together, it can harm other students.”

To be precise, if I continued to show this kind of side, it was clear that there would definitely be cases where I would go home and tell my parents about what happened today, and beg them to do the same for me.

As a homeroom teacher, I had to prevent that kind of thing in advance, as quickly as possible.
Because it can cause confusion in the class.

Above all, there is no parent who can do this.
It must have taken at least 3 hours for an ordinary person to make a lunchbox like this.

“Then, if Noah makes food for the other kids, is that possible?”
“That, that… No, the teacher said there is school lunch. Bringing a packed lunch to school is not okay.”

I was so flustered that I stuttered without even realizing it.

No, what kind of first-year elementary school student came up with a solution that she was extremely considerate of others while at the loss of herself.

‘This child is an angel who came down from heaven, what is it?’

“I would appreciate it if you brought me some snacks like bread to fill my empty stomach like yesterday. As for Miho’s lack of food, the teacher will tell the school right away, even today, and we’ll figure out how to solve it.”
“Ah, then make my sister’s lunch box… Can’t we do it tomorrow?”

Why is it that he regrets not being able to make lunch boxes?

‘Live and live, this is the first time I’ve ever seen an elementary school student like this.’

Miho reminds me of a dam because his salivary glands explode because he is too diligent and model student Noah, and even in the middle of this, he can’t eat his lunch box in front of him.

Both of them were truly unique students.

“Okay. Please refrain from tomorrow.”
“Ah… All right…”

Apart from Noah, who was depressed, Miho had nothing to see except the lunch box in front of him right now.

“Therefore… Can I eat now?”
“Yes, for now, you can eat everything you brought today. By the way, if only Miho is okay. Can you share some of her with her classmates too?”
“… !”

For Song Jeong-sin, the size of the lunch box Noah brought was over 30 cm in width and 30 cm in length, so it seemed generous.

For Miho, sharing food was a very shocking suggestion.

“Share… Give?”

Miho, who had been muttering like a broken robot, finally took her eyes off the lunch box and turned her head to the side.

Then, he saw the children in his class who had been playing dodgeball with him a while ago looking at the food in the lunch box, such as gimbap, fried shrimp, and chicken, with envy.

“Do you want to eat?”

Miho asked cautiously.
Then, some kids vigorously nodded their heads up and down.

“Ohh, that’s right.”

Miho, who saw that, was much more willing than Noah had thought, holding out the lunchboxes in front of him and saying,

“Let’s eat together. Come on.”
“Can we really eat together?”
“Yes! It’s okay to eat together. Because Miho also shared everything.”

Miho knew himself better than anyone else when he was most hungry.
At the same time, he also remembers that his current father, Kim Hyun-woo, was the first to satisfy his hunger.

“You, from now on, even if you have to suffer from hunger, don’t suffer from hunger. Okay?”

Even back then, when there were only a few cup noodles left in the house, Kim Hyeon-woo cooked all the cup noodles for Miho.

Further, the agony of hunger.
She also knew the agony of watching people eat only themselves in front of hungry people.

“Hey, you little elf. I’m staring at the meat you’re eating, so why don’t you share some?”
“Really? I don’t like it~ Fuhahahaha!」

That’s why she’s greedy about food.
Miho didn’t want to take it all to herself.
So, let’s all share.

Furthermore, while playing dodgeball together…

“We are friends now!”
“… !”
“My friend, let’s share. Come on everyone. Miho, I really won’t die from starving for one meal!”

… Despite saying that, the lunch box is still full of food, including the lunch plate.

However, it was true that it was a touching scene.

Song Jung-shin burst into admiration for Miho and Noah, who are many times more mature than other children of her age.

‘Children with a lot of scars become adults quickly… These kids don’t look like they’ve been hurt by anyone.’

So, my parents raised me like this.
How wonderful were Miho and Noah’s parents, how could they have raised them in such a dignified manner?

“Come on, let’s share fried shrimp here…”
“Yes.”
“And here we share the chicken too… Churup.”
“Yes?”

The children were startled for a moment as they saw saliva dripping from the corners of Miho’s mouth every time he handed out food.
Really… Can I eat it?

“You can eat comfortably! Miho is fine Moya!”

Jurruk, iron puduk…

In a way, I was even more grateful.
How much I wanted to eat, I wondered if I could salivate like that while distributing the food.
But the kids didn’t know.
The fact that Miho drools when you shake any food just in front of her.

“My friend, I will eat well!”

When one of the people who received the big fried shrimp shouted that, the other children shouted the same.

“Miho! I’ll eat well. Thank you for making food for Noah too.”
“I will enjoy this food!”

A fun first class art class.

And following the fun 4th period PE class, Miho, who made many friends during the fun lunchtime, felt completely different from yesterday.

“When Dad thought it was right to go to school. School is a place where a lot of fun and strange things happen to the extent that the dissatisfaction you have right now fits into it.”

“Dad will guarantee it.”

After all, Hyeonu and his father his… He never said anything wrong.

“Aaaaah Have fun at school!”

Song Jeong-shin, who raised his arms and saw him enjoying school unlike yesterday, smiled happily, then tilted his head as he saw Noah approaching him.

Then, I was surprised.

“Teacher, eat too. I brought it separately on the lid.”

I was crying.
Could this child really be an angel?

Well-baked zucchini pancakes and japchae that are difficult to make…

Even though it was in the lunch box until lunchtime, it was quite cold, but when I woke up, it was such a great taste that my knee joints, which had been sore lately, seemed to straighten out.

“Thanks.”

The 3rd class of 1st grade had a better atmosphere that day, and the last 5th period ended the day with a simple video.