Novelist Running Through Time - Chapter 190



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The Novelist Who Leapt Through Time Episode 190

Ahn Joo-hee was a person who did not like tteokbokki due to the social prejudice that all female high school students would like tteokbokki.

Likewise, I disliked BTS because I was aware that I was in an age group that was crazy about BTS, and I avoided certain fashions because they were popular.

Moreover, what about the writer whose name everyone in Korea has heard of at least once in the news, not even on entertainment shows, as a K-genius boy?

It’s strange that I like it.

To put it simply, it’s a hipster temperament. To be precise, it’s a desire for something special.

The specialness that Ahn Joo-hee longs for as a student of literature is the tradition of the established literary world.

And Park Chang-woon,

It was the very tradition and authority of a living, breathing, established literary community.

“Are you really author Park Chang-woon?!”

“……”

A great man who cannot be left out when discussing the history of modern Korean literature.

Park Chang-woon to the girl who looked at him with bright eyes-

– answered.

“no? “He just looks like someone?”

“yes?”

EP 11 – Late Night

Everyone is mistaken because he pretended to be the first-year homeroom teacher at Baekhak Arts High School so naturally, but Park Chang-woon was definitely a ‘newbie’ who came down by parachute (by threatening the chairman).

Of course, there was a separate teacher who was scheduled to be in charge of the first year students at Baekhak Arts High School, and the one-year curriculum for the first year students at Baekhak Arts High School had already been organized.

If Park Chang-woon takes over the class there, the original homeroom teacher will become redundant.

And this is not a comfortable public school, but a ruthless private school.

A useless teacher is fired without any benefit.

Fortunately, Park Chang-woon was not a person who blindly followed the cold capitalism, and he was able to keep his original position as a teacher by obediently withdrawing from the classroom.

However, because of that, Park Chang-woon ended up being an unusual teacher who never saw each other during class even though he was the homeroom teacher.

Moreover, Park Chang-woon’s presence is no different from that of a ghost, as he frequently omits ordinances and funeral rites as he pleases.

Therefore, the first-year students at Baekhak Arts High School did not know that their homeroom teacher, Park Chang-woon, whose face they occasionally showed, was the same Park Chang-woon that appeared in the textbook.

of course,

Students from Baekhak Arts Middle School are an exception.

‘Ha, why is the department head here…!’

In particular, the two female students who were close to Moon Ji-seop and Ahn Joo-hee were shocked as soon as they encountered Park Chang-woon.

Park Chang-woon lamented as he looked at the female students hugging each other in cosmic fear.

‘Ah-I guess I got caught-‘

Park Chang-woon covered their mouths.

‘Don’t tell anyone…’

‘why…?’

‘If everyone finds out that I’m that Park Chang-woon… won’t they ask me to become the head of the department?’

‘……’

The two female students, who had become accustomed to Park Chang-woon’s antics over the past three years, gave up thinking at that point.

I just felt sick of having to stay with this teacher for three more years.

(If Chairman Baek Yi-hyun had heard this, I thought he would have sympathized strongly.)

Anyway, thanks to that, the secret was kept, and Park Chang-woon’s happy, energetic school life was also preserved.

As a result of strict confidentiality,

Ahn Joo-hee paused for about three seconds when Park Chang-woon said, ‘I’m not Park Chang-woon.’

In other words, from the 4th second onwards, there was no point.

“……Aren’t you the writer Park Chang-woon?”

“Ac…”

Park Chang-woon sighed.

“okay! I am Park Chang-woon! So what are we going to do?!”

“…!”

“…!”

“…!”

Because Park Chang-woon spoke so resolutely, all club members were surprised.

But what can I do? Surprise soon gave way to bewilderment.

Of course, the most embarrassing one was Ahn Joo-hee.

I had no idea that my first meeting with the literary elder I admired would be so sudden.

At that time, the writer opened his mouth.

“You guys were surprised. “Why are you being so playful?”

“I look so nervous, so I need you to relax…”

“I think I’m more nervous.”

Park Chang-woon, who had become an ugly old man due to the writer’s scolding, quickly relaxed his expression and continued to introduce himself.

“Uh, okay. I am Park Chang-woon of the ‘circulation’. It’s not Kakashi of the Sharingan, but what on earth is Park Chang-un of the circulation? Looks like you enjoyed reading the cycle. thanks.”

“Yes, four, yes…”

As soon as Joo-hee Ahn saw Park Chang-woon, she remembered shouting, ‘Park Chang-woon in circulation?!’ and became embarrassed.

When Park Chang-woon saw An Joo-hee like that, he giggled and stood in front of the teacher’s table.

Thanks to his long experience in the pulpit, the space between the blackboard and the lectern felt like the place where Park Chang-woon should have been.

He quickly took over the atmosphere of the classroom.

“Oh, it’s been a while since I met Byeol-i. I didn’t expect to see it at High School. “These damn things…”

“hello.”

“Yuna and Hyomin are familiar faces… who is that partner?”

“Oh, hello! “This is Moon Chang and Moon Ji-seop!”

“Oh, your name is a bit similar to Inseop?”

“We are classmates at daycare, so we have the same last name and first name!”

“Aha… It seems like the director thinks of the students as if they were his own children. “The day before yesterday?”

“yes! “You are an honorable man!”

“Director, what is your name?”

“Moon Chungja writes wisely.”

“Okay, I remembered.”

Park Chang-woon, who was looking at each of the club members, naturally turned his attention to the last member, Ahn Joo-hee.

Although Ahn Joo-hee knew that her turn was approaching, her heart was pounding so hard that she could not wait that moment.

“hello! “This is Ahn Joo-hee!”

“Uh… so… Joohee?”

“yes!”

Ahn Joo-hee, who had been hit with a dopamine bomb of joy when she heard a writer say ‘Oh, of course you know’ not long ago, felt like asking Park Chang-woon if he knew me, but the last remaining reason she had was determined not to create 20 years of dark history. I grabbed Ahn Joo-hee and told her to stay still.

However, that reason stirred up that dark desire, telling Ahn Joo-hee to appeal that she was a special being different from other club members who did not know much about literature.

“I was really impressed by the author’s ‘Circulation’! I also enjoyed reading ‘Curtain Call’ and ‘Black Department Store’, as well as ‘Apgujeong Typewriter’ and ‘Three Saengs’… ”

Rather than a greeting, it’s a fuss that’s closer to an appeal like, ‘I’ve read so many of your novels!’

Park Chang-woon, a seasoned writer, naturally did not miss the implications mixed with excitement.

“Ahn Joo-hee.”

“yes…?”

“Why on earth are you trying to impress me?”

Ahn Joo-hee felt as if her boiling blood vessels were freezing cold. It is the natural fear that a person feels when her true intentions are discovered.

While even the members who were watching felt a cold air, Park Chang-woon naturally turned this conversation into a teaching lesson.

“I’m not trying to point you out, so think carefully before answering. huh? “Why on earth are you saying that you read this or that novel to impress me?”

Ahn Joo-hee mustered up her last remaining courage and answered.

“It’s because I’m a fan…”

Park Chang-woon snapped his fingers.

“yes.”

Before I knew it, the once chaotic classroom was engulfed in silence. Even Min Hyo-chan, who was the smartest person to do anything else, quickly put away his cell phone out of intimidation.

After making sure that all eyes of the audience were on him, Park Chang-woon continued his conversation as if he were chatting at a bar rather than a class.

“No matter where I go or who I meet, there is a story I always hear. “I’m a fan, I’m an avid reader, I’ve read this and that… Always like that.”

“……”

“Oh, of course, it’s because I’m a great novelist, but I also feel like people basically look up to novelists. Is it because Joseon was originally a country of scholars? Anyway, especially when you look at the way people who are learning to read like our Joo-hee treat established writers, they are very indifferent to their superiors.”

Park Chang-woon left the lectern with swaggering steps and sat down by the window.

Then he threw open the window, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

“Oh, I’m sorry. “Can I stretch it out a bit?”

Everyone nodded their heads indifferently.

Park Chang-woon smiled shyly but shamelessly lit the fire.

“Yes, yes, you are all high school students, so please take a look. “Keep it a secret from the other teachers…”

Phew-

Park Chang-woon stuck his face out the window and blew out cigarette smoke.

Then, holding a cigarette with smoke billowing out between my index and middle fingers, I continued the class.

“How much did we talk about… Ah, yes. Koreans tend to look up to novelists a little too much. “I’m going to start talking about this…”

Park Chang-woon pointed to Min Hyo-min with the hand that was not holding the cigarette.

“Hey, Son Heung-min, Bong Joon-ho, and Min Hyo-min, the cute youngest member of Benibis, the pride of Korea.”

“Aaaahhh!”

Min Hyo-min answered even though she was embarrassed.

Everyone continued to laugh for a moment, and then Park Chang-woon asked.

“Hey, Hyomin. “When you’re having a fan meeting, fans come and bow their heads and say, ‘Oh my gosh, I was really impressed by idol Min Hyo-min’s new song’?”

There are not very many people like that.

However, Min Hyo-min is not a person who has no social skills to the point of breaking the class atmosphere.

“no? “It’s not good.”

“yes? Are the feelings your fans give you closer to ‘respect’ or ‘love’?”

“Dear!”

“yes.”

Park Chang-woon shifted his gaze from Min Hyo-min to the entire classroom.

“That’s because our Min Hyo-min is a great entertainer. It’s a job that gives people ‘joy’. But although people like or appreciate people who make them happy, they do not respect them. “The day before yesterday?”

“……”

“Then why do people ‘respect’ novelists? That’s because what novelists provide to people is not ‘pleasure’. “What a novelist gives people is…”

Park Chang-woon grinned and raised his index finger toward the sky.

“It’s ‘teaching.’”

Park Chang-woon blew out the smoke outside the window again and continued teaching.

“Literature is closer to academics than content, and people usually read books to learn something, not to enjoy it. That is why novelists basically act as teachers who teach something. In that respect, it is natural for a student to respect his teacher. In an age where entertainers are popular, it is natural that novelists who keep teaching us to do this and that are becoming outdated…”

match! Park Chang-woon’s applause brought the story back to the main topic.

“Books are a means of conveying information. Although it may seem like an obvious story, it is quite sad when you look at it. Because the moment you read a book, doesn’t that information spread to your brain? Then critical thinking becomes difficult. Therefore, while reading a novel, you are naturally instilled with the author’s way of thinking, ideas, and ideology. Let’s say that after going through that learning process, you close the book and evaluate it. Then I went and said, ‘Isn’t it? “How many people can say, ‘I don’t think so?’”

As Park Chang-woon said, students who started learning something naturally nodded in agreement with Park Chang-woon’s words.

Park Chang-woon grinned at the sight.

“Books are not tools of brainwashing for nothing. There is a reason why those in power often burn books first. So the conclusion is that liking a novel means obeying the teachings of the novel’s author.”

Park Chang-woon humorously pointed to Ahn Joo-hee.

“Juhee. This is why you were trying so hard to impress me earlier. “You were brainwashed by me without even knowing it while reading my book.”

“yes……”

It was still the same now. Ahn Joo-hee responded to Park Chang-woon’s teachings in a dazed voice, as if she had been brainwashed.

And that was not the quality of a good novelist. Park Chang-woon rushed towards the final conclusion of this short novel.

“Therefore! Good novelists are broadly divided into two categories. Writers who write good stories that captivate people with their wealth of experience and wisdom! “I mainly refer to ultra-elite intellectuals like Umberto Eco and Koo Hak-jun!”

“……”

“And the other one is Park Chang-woon, who writes as heck, saying he’s going his own way even if he doesn’t have anything in his head…”

Even during this time, Park Chang-woon grabbed the head of the writer, who was writing a novel while typing on his laptop without attending class, with both hands.

“You bastard.”

“……”

“It refers to a type of writer.”

Park Chang-woon lightly passed the writer who was glaring at him passionately.

And I finished class.

“Anyway, good philosophers, professors, and provocateurs can become good novelists. And for this type of person, my opinion should be more important than the opinions of others. “That’s the first step!”

Park Chang-woon, who was finishing the class, was smiling brightly, reminiscing about the old memories of teaching children at university.

However, both then and now, Park Chang-woon was a teacher with a bad personality, so he never missed assignments at the end of class.

“ruler! You said that in order to become a novelist rather than a reader, you have to be a giver of instruction, not a blind recipient, right? To do this, you need critical reading skills to find teachings in other people’s texts and analyze those teachings!”

“……”

“So, next time, we will take a look at the writer’s writing. I’m not criticizing it, you should be criticizing it. Everyone, please read the writer’s new work by next week, pick out only the shortcomings, and write a report. The amount is free. “Okay then!”

Just like that, Park Chang-woon smiled brightly and ran away from the classroom.

“…?”

Bewilderment and astonishment were the responsibility of those who remained.

“…!”