The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 32



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32 exam

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I stared blankly at the blackboard for a moment. Then he pointed at his temple. A sigh escaped me without even realizing it.

It wasn’t just because of the difficulty of the English questions. It’s a 6th grade problem, of course it’s easy. That’s because there are parts that feel a little embarrassing.

Cheolsu: I like cat. Do you like cat?

Younghee: No. I like rabbit. The rabbit is soft.

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It seemed like you made a minor mistake. It seems like you came up with the problem in a hurry. Otherwise it’s a bit scary.

If you use cat and rabbit as singular in that sentence…

Because pets have to be interpreted as food.

Cheolsu: I like cat meat. Do you like cat meat?

Younghee: No. I like rabbit meat. Rabbit meat is softer.

Cheolsu: I see. It’s so bitter that all the saliva is coming out. So, shall we find out who is softer among the kids here?

Younghee: Yes! I like that black guy over there looks plump! I’ll take that one!

Cheolsu: That’s a great choice.

The exquisite conversation that followed unfolded in a way that Cheolsu and Younghee were wondering which animal to catch and have steak for dinner.

A conversation that people who have been trapped on a desert island for three years would have.

Anyway, it didn’t seem like a print to show to elementary school students.

I almost wrote the correct answer to number 3 as ‘the first two people went to a nutritional soup restaurant’, but I managed to change it to ‘conversation at a pet store’.

Since the answers to all subjective questions were to be written in English, I wrote the answers in English.

But perhaps because of that, groaning sounds were heard from all over the place.

“shit···. My life ends here… “English…”

My partner seemed to be in that category too.

As someone who has been receiving a lot of help these days, I felt like I wanted to help, but I couldn’t.

Thanks to my homeroom teacher who was looking at me intently from in front of the teacher’s table, I didn’t have the courage to do anything wrong.

When I looked at him, he looked like he knew something.

I was lost in thought for a moment.

Things I did at school.

The homeroom teacher’s passionate gaze.

If you think about it roughly…

‘Was I too focused on composing music in class?’

It seemed like you noticed that somehow.

Well, it doesn’t make sense for a teacher to not notice a student who is doing something different.

This test seemed to be a kind of warning.

From now on, I feel like I need to pay more attention to the balance between classes and composition.

Often times, ‘The teacher is…. Have you tried rabbit meat? While also asking the question, ‘Was it soft?’

I wrote the answer according to the intention of the test taker. There were a lot of miscellaneous thoughts, but it didn’t take that long to solve the problem.

15 minutes later.

The homeroom teacher finally spoke loudly.

“Stop~ Please put down your pencil and pass the answer sheet to the person in front of you~ I will grade you today and let you know the results~ You all understand, right~?”

A teacher with a triumphant expression.

He is a very passionate person.

During break time, I skimmed through the textbook as a preview. For the sake of minimal courtesy. It was something most people knew. Since there wasn’t much content, I read it quickly.

The results of the paper test came out before the 6th period started.

One by one, students are called to the front and receive their answer sheets.

The homeroom teacher announced the scores to the students in a very quiet voice. She also added her advice that it would be good to study like this.

“that···. Seojin?”

This time it was my turn.

I passed the few desks and walked towards the teacher’s seat.

For some reason, the teacher was looking at the test paper with his face down.

‘Do you think my class attitude is exactly like that?’

Umm… I definitely need to fix it.

But when I looked closely, I saw that the teacher’s ears were bright red. He was muttering something, but I couldn’t hear him clearly. When I asked him a question, his voice began to tremble.

“excuse me···. “How did you know I made a mistake?”

The teacher asked about dogs and rabbits, which I had written in the corner of the answer sheet, and I gave a simple answer.

“I too have been wrong many times in the past. “At that time, I said I wanted to eat raccoon meat.”

“Well, did you? excuse me···. I know how to use plural and singular… “I was out of my mind yesterday…”

“i know. “Everyone can make mistakes.”

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“Yes?”

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The homeroom teacher laughed! Huh! He cleared his throat a few times and then told me that my score was 100. This time in a slightly louder voice. It seemed like the intention was to compliment.

And the teacher whispers to me again in a low voice.

“Seojin. Anyway, thank you for letting me know about this. But let’s listen a little harder in class from now on. Understand?”

I readily answered that I would understand.

Now that I looked at it, my homeroom teacher didn’t look that old. Early 30s at best? Lee Yeon certainly looked younger than her older brother, so she must be around that age.

My homeroom teacher, who seemed extremely high-ranking, turned out to be around the same age as my brothers.

But sometimes you make mistakes.

Should I say that my human side is showing little by little?

I also felt a little sorry for my attitude in class.

So, in the 6th period, I participated in the class with a happy heart.

This is a theory class that is an extension of the experiment class we did last time where we tried turning on a light bulb with a battery.

I raised my hand and actively asked a question.

“teacher! According to Fleming’s left-hand law, all electric charges inside the conductor… So aren’t the charges experiencing the Lorentz force? In that case, the direction in which the magnetic field B is acting affects not only A, but also C as you mentioned.”

The homeroom teacher with a faint smile.

Her eyes were shaking slightly for some reason.

Of course, the class was very fun.

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School life was fun.

Unprecedented peace has come to Saebom Elementary School, which is building a society of unity in Daedong through the power of ‘JETTY’.

I asked Mr. Kim, a student in the 6th grade class, as I handed over two jetties.

“The password is.”

“4560.”

“It’s probably accurate, right?”

“of course. However, you must never say that you received this information from me. This is a top secret that no one in the Saebom family knows about. “If you snitch…”

“know. know. However, there is no need to be in shape like that. Anyway, thank you. I’ll buy you something delicious next time. “As long as the number you gave me is correct.”

“Hmm! In that case, I won’t make any specifications. Let’s try to seize the day. “For your information, I like Pikachu pork cutlet.”

“okay. I get it.”

Mr. Kim waved at me and disappeared, and I quickly walked away.

Saebom Elementary School consists of three buildings: the old building, the new building, and the annex.

The new building is where the three 6th grade classes are located. The gym is located in the annex. And the place I was going to now was the old building.

There was a snack shop in the middle of the way, and it looked quite empty since lunch time had just started.

“first···. One pizza bread and cool piece. And is that bulbuck worth eating?”

“That’s our store’s best seller. “I can’t sell it because I don’t have it these days.”

“Maybe it’s not a hamburger made with pigeon meat like there are rumors going around, right? “I overheard this from a friend yesterday.”

“Ah~ Then we’ll all be caught. “It’s pork.”

“Then do you have Bulbeokdo?”

“Shall I warm you both up?”

“yes. please.”

The sound of a microwave oven ringing. I put a straw in the cool piece and looked at the school playground.

Lunchtime is busy when most students eat in the cafeteria.

In the empty playground, only the facility manager was diligently taking care of the trees.

Ding!-

The cheerful sound of a microwave oven.

I hurried to the old building, holding the edge of the bag of hot bread.

At the end of the hallway on the first floor of the old building we arrived at, there was a classroom locked with a dial lock. Set the dial to 4, 5, 6, or 0 and it opens easily.

‘I’m sure about the price of the two jetties.’

There was a small upright piano in the classroom.

A place that was previously used as a music room.

Currently, only the well-equipped music room in the new building is used, so this place is virtually abandoned.

After eating the pizza bread, bulbuk, and cool piece, I wiped my hands on my pants.

Then I opened the lid of the upright piano.

“Cough.”

The accumulated dust made me cough without realizing it. Fortunately, the keyboard seemed to be in good condition.

I started by looking at the scale lightly.

There were some parts that were out of tune, but it wasn’t to the point where I couldn’t play.

It’s a perfect place to come and play the piano sometimes during lunch time.

I felt better because I felt like there was a space at school that only I knew about.

“You must have been lonely because you were left alone for so long. “Isn’t it better to have a country too?”

There is no answer as I am not in a good mood. Maybe I’m a strange person who asks the piano for answers.

Anyway.

I decided to try playing a song I’ve been composing recently.

A song I was making with a smartphone midi app.

The school has also improved its quality from time to time.

‘It’s not a 100% satisfying song, but…’

The songs I made on a desert island were great, even though they were test pieces I made before releasing them in their finished form.

Of course, just because it’s an exercise doesn’t mean I didn’t do my best.

Doesn’t Chopin alone boast an incredible level of perfection in his etudes?

It’s nothing compared to that, but it could be considered a similar feeling.

As someone who had just left the deserted island, and who had recently returned to Korea, I was still more familiar with the deserted island, so I was just calling it an exercise song because it was the first song I made.

I played the piano, remembering what happened at the Singapore National Hospital and what I experienced after returning to Korea.

There have been a lot of emotional changes recently.

AD Yeo Jin-su came to my house.

The brothers I met in Hongdae.

Professor Yuhan Kang, whom I met at Hankuk University.

My family is always warm to me.

I am enjoying the dynamic Saebom Elementary School for the first time in a long time.

And even the performance that took place last Saturday.

Each one felt like a kind of test to me.

Those events felt like I, who had just emerged from a deserted island, was asking myself whether I could adapt to this world.

Uncle Miller told me to be honest with my feelings. That’s how good music comes out. That’s what a musician is.

I literally transferred my emotions into the notes. I didn’t care about current popular songs or trends. I didn’t even know much about it.

I just focused on showing my emotions.

You can express many things with the piano.

Bass or drums with your left hand.

The right hand produces melody lines and chords.

Several instruments are realized in my ten fingers.

I selected a few of the many melodies lingering in my head and expressed them with my fingertips.

Little by little, my own melody, which I had not been able to play comfortably at the Korean music studio because my part-timer sister seemed to notice it, and which I had not been able to play easily at home due to the noise between floors, was being completed.

The midi and a few notes that pass before my eyes speak to me. Is this really what you want to talk about? Occasionally, the cacophony of sound may make you scream. Thanks to this, the parts to fix became clearer.

The chord progression of the song was a bit complicated.

I tried the code a little experimentally to express all the changes in my emotions.

If Uncle Miller had heard it, he might have asked what it was. Or, since he is an expert in this field, he may have given great advice.

The song changes suddenly.

Softness becomes roughness, and coldness becomes warmth.

The refrain, repeated three times, gave a different feeling each time.

The song, which I had been worrying about for a while, gradually took on the right form.

Even the parts that felt limited in the smartphone app have all been fixed before we know it.

‘Because this is right.’

The answer was already decided.

I just needed time.

Even if no one told me, I knew the direction.

I have become a person who can find direction.

My original song with a running time of about 4 minutes and 10 seconds.

The song was titled ⌜TEST⌟ because I created it as an exercise in a midi app.

In the school music room where no one visits,

My ⌜TEST⌟ was finally completed.