Sister Jin Minzhi raised her eyebrows and said, "I heard about your dance performance during the interview yesterday. Your basic skills are a little weak, but I think your performance is very good. You will have to work harder to improve your basic skills."
"Guangxi, you will get used to the Korean class in the morning. In the afternoon, I will take you to familiarize yourself with your assigned class and practice room, and meet some teachers who are responsible for teaching trainees." Jin Minzhi looked at her watch, "Training will officially start tomorrow. Now I will take you to meet your Korean teacher."
Pushing open the door of the innermost classroom on the third floor, a female teacher wearing round-frame glasses was organizing teaching materials.
"This is teacher Lee Min-joo, who is in charge of Korean language classes for all foreign trainees," Kim Min-ji introduced.
"For the next three months, Teacher Li Minzhu will be in charge of your exclusive Korean lessons."
Kim Min-ji smiled and led Ouyang Guang forward: "Teacher Li, this is the trainee from here." The female teacher in front of the podium looked over.
"This is Ouyang Guang, a trainee from Country Z." Jin Minzhi introduced, "I'll trouble you from now on."
"Hello, Teacher Li!" Ouyang Guang bowed slightly and then raised his head, his eyes falling on the Korean course schedule on the blackboard, without any extra expression.
"Sit here." Li Minzhu pointed to an empty seat in the front row and handed him a textbook. He took it with his fingertips, and turned to the designated page slowly and steadily. The sun shone in through the window, casting a light gold on the ends of his hair, but he seemed not to notice it, and only focused on the examples the teacher wrote on the blackboard.
Li Minzhu paused while holding the chalk, thinking that this child was indeed very beautiful—with a straight nose and slightly upturned eyes, he looked clean and handsome even in a simple white T-shirt. He was just too quiet, unlike other people who always looked a little timid. He sat straight, and the lines of his profile were clearly visible under the light, as if he had long been accustomed to being stared at.
Lee Min Joo opened her textbook and said, "Let's start by learning how to say hello. Just follow along and say '안녕하세요' (hello/Hello)."
"Read after me." Lee Min-joo demonstrated the pronunciation of "안녕하세요", and he repeated it, his voice steady, with a subtle rise at the end. When the teacher explained the use of particles, he occasionally tapped the edge of the textbook with a pencil, as if he was memorizing the rhythm in his mind, and the tip of the pen did not leave any heavy marks on the paper.
When the teacher wrote examples on the blackboard, Ouyang Guang took out a pen and scratched on the exercise book, the tip of the pen moving steadily on the paper. "Pay attention to this particle '요'," the teacher walked over to him and pointed, "the ending sound should be lighter when reading it."
He nodded and repeated it twice without any extra expression.
"Pay attention to the use of the particle '에'." She deliberately slowed down her speech and looked at his hand writing on the exercise book. His fingers were long, with distinct joints, and his pen-holding posture was also correct, unlike some trainees who started to scribble while writing. The sunlight moved to the back of his hand, and a thin layer of fluff could be seen, which added a little boy's vitality to this expressionless face.
"Do you understand?" she asked. He looked up at her, his eyes were calm, not nervous or impatient, as if to say "yeah, got it".
Li Minzhu suddenly remembered the Japanese trainee who was eliminated last week. His eyes were swollen like walnuts when he cried. Compared with the child in front of him, they were completely two extremes.
Li Minzhu turned back and continued writing on the blackboard, thinking to herself: This child looks indifferent, maybe he knows something, but I don't know if he can withstand the training that will follow.
The sun shone in from the window and fell on the desk. Ouyang Guang's handwriting was very neat in his exercise book. When he encountered a pronunciation he didn't know, he would lightly circle it with a pencil.
When Li Minzhu handed him the word list, he took it and put it on the corner of the table, pressing down an eraser. "Will you write down these words tomorrow?"
Li Minzhu pointed to the key points on the table and said, "If you have any questions, you can ask me."
Ouyang Guang looked at his watch and nodded: "Got it."
Ten minutes before the end of class, the teacher asked students to practice the dialogue freely. Ouyang Guang took out his phone, turned on the recording function, and practiced twice facing the window. He found that the ending sound was a bit floating, so he took out a note paper and wrote down the pronunciation points, and the pen tip drew on the paper lightly and quickly.
When the bell rang, Ouyang Guang was circling new words in his Korean textbook with a pencil.
Li Minzhu stopped in front of his desk while packing up teaching aids. The light reflected from her round-framed glasses fell on the mark he had made: "When you go to get familiar with the class in the afternoon, try to greet them with the new words you just learned."
Jin Minzhi was waiting for him at the door and said with a smile, "Teacher Li taught very carefully, right?"
Ouyang Guang walked out of the classroom, looked at the trainees running in the corridor with water cups in their arms, and only replied: "Yeah, it's good." He folded a corner of the vocabulary list in his pocket, revealing the two Korean letters for "debut", and the edges were a little rough.
"How do you feel? Is it difficult?" Kim Min-ji asked him in the corridor.
He shook his head, his eyes swept across the artist posters on the wall and fell on the doorplate of the practice room in the distance: "It's okay, not that difficult." His tone sounded very relaxed.
Li Minzhu poked her head out of the classroom and stopped him, handing him a piece of fruit candy: "It's easy to bite your tongue when you first start learning." Ouyang Guang took it and held it in his palm. When he reached the stairs, he found that the candy wrapper was warm. He lowered his head and smiled, and the smile was as shallow as ripples on the water, and it quickly disappeared along the stairs.
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