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SPRING FEVER

ENDURE AND YOU'LL SOON REACH THE SKY

WHAT MAKES US TRULY HUMAN

TREATING OTHERS

WITH KINDNESS

AND CARE

Why are you here?

Enough already, Yoon Bom.

It's the same dream for over a year. It's about time I got used to it.

Time to start another gloomy day.

Don't smile.

Don't have fun.

Don't be happy.

You've got this.

Just when we thought spring had arrived, winter returned.

Last week was unusually warm,

but a late cold snap is moving in this week.

As cold air pushes south from the northwest,

a nationwide cold wave warning is now in effect.

Temperatures in most areas are set to drop over ten degrees from yesterday morning.

-Good morning. -Hello.

You know Ms. Bom?

She's been here for almost a year,

and I've never heard her talk.

I just don't get it, I really don't.

No matter how much time passes,

all she does is nod or sulk all the time.

She's always in those dull, dark clothes.

What's her deal?

I guess she's not much of a talker.

As if.

I never listened to my parents as a kid.

One day, when I was five, my dad put me in the car

and dropped me off at an empty lot.

My goodness.

He said I wasn't his daughter anymore.

So what did you say?

I said, "Mister, drop me off at the orphanage

instead of here, please."

Every time I spoke, I totally slayed the audience,

so they called me the Story Slayer.

People said seeing the ethics teacher gave them unethical thoughts,

so they called me the Goddess of Temptation.

ETHICS GODDESS

There's something off about her.

I mean, the teachers here are trying to leave for Seoul.

Why would she come to this countryside on her own?

It's clear as day.

If she's here as an exchange teacher, she's stuck for two years.

She must've caused some major trouble.

You'd know more than us, right?

She at least talks to you sometimes.

Not really. She only talks to me when she's paying rent.

Trust me, it's best you don't know for your own peace of mind.

Hello, Ms. Yoon.

-Good morning, ma'am. -Hello.

-Hey, twins. -Good morning.

-Good morning. -Morning.

-Hurry, get going. -Hi, Ms. Bom.

Han-gyul!

Yeah, thanks.

Every time I see him,

it brings back memories of my school days.

-Right? -Yeah, right.

He's in the same class as my twins.

How can they be so different?

I can't believe they're mine.

If that's how their mom sees them,

what about their homeroom teacher?

Hold on.

Han-gyul, look at me.

Stop pushing.

Han-gyul, come with me. Han-gyul!

-Good morning. -Hey, Han-gyul.

I have a question for you, sir.

For me?

Follow me.

Wait, did the front door lock properly today?

I've got a spare key.

If it acts up again, just let me know.

Let's all thank the teacher.

Thank you for today!

Midterms are already just around the corner.

Starting tomorrow,

students won't be allowed in the staff room.

Teachers, please make sure

-the exam papers don't get leaked. -Yes, sir.

I'm sure you all know

that parent-teacher conferences happen right after midterms, correct?

Yes, sir.

Homeroom teachers for each grade, make sure to prepare in advance.

This Thursday, there's going to be a midterm training session.

Everyone must attend the meeting

during lunch in the multipurpose room. Please be on time.

-I'll take attendance. -What's this?

Is the window open?

During exams, both teachers and students are busy.

But this is the first written test of the year.

I ask all teachers to do their best to ensure

everything goes smoothly--

Emergency!

Emergency!

What's going on?

This is a strange feeling I've never felt before.

He's coming.

What do we do? He'll be here in a minute.

Mr. Hong!

Tell him I'm gone for the day.

Out of the way.

-Mr. Hong! -Hurry!

Get out of the way.

Quick, hide.

NO STAFF ROOM ENTRY

Is he here already?

There we go.

Move, get out of the way.

Darn it.

Don't come.

Who could that be?

The fabric appears

to be 84% polyester and 16% elastane.

Despite the snowstorm, his bare skin doesn't even have goosebumps.

Is he an athlete?

No.

An athlete wouldn't have a dragon tattoo on his arm.

Then, is he a gangster?

A thug? Or a local lowlife?

Welcome, Han-gyul's uncle.

Is that guy Han-gyul's uncle?

Sorry to bother you.

I'm here to see Mr. Hong Jung-pyo.

Oh, dear.

I'm afraid Mr. Hong had to take care of something, so he left early.

Then I'll wait until tomorrow.

I've got plenty of time.

Goodness! Who do we have here?

Isn't this Han-gyul's uncle?

You were there?

I was busy with an urgent memo. I'm sorry I didn't say hi sooner.

Welcome, Han-gyul's uncle. I'm glad you're here.

What brings you to the school?

Apparently, Han-gyul

had been chosen for the Filial Piety Award.

But he heard it was canceled

and asked Mr. Hong why this morning.

This is what Mr. Hong told him.

"A kid with no parents has no business winning the Filial Piety Award."

So I came to have a one-on-one talk with him.

Come on,

there's no way he actually said that.

Maybe Han-gyul exaggerated--

He would never say anything like that to me.

I heard it from someone else.

Please calm down.

Coffee. Let's have some coffee.

Ms. Bom, a cup of coffee here, please?

Do you make the female teachers fetch coffee?

Well, I feel like I should offer you something.

I'll get my own coffee.

Beauty.

Where are you?

I haven't heard from you lately.

You've got a real knack for getting on my nerves.

Did I scare you?

I've been calling you, but you didn't hear me and kept texting.

Do we have anything to talk about?

Some of us are having tteokbokki,

let's go together.

What's she saying? Is she coming?

Move your head, will you?

I can't see!

You move yours.

Who gave you permission to cut in line?

She's leaving.

-She's gone. -I knew it.

I told you.

She said no?

Geez.

Hey.

You're a freshman. Why are you here?

Without me, who else would manage your fan club?

I was hoping to eat with Choi Se-jin for the first time.

Why didn't she want to come?

My existence.

I prefer eating with someone I like.

I don't want to ruin my precious meal with your existence.

I hope you understand.

Your existence?

What did I tell you?

It should've been my existence there from the start.

Anyway, I think she's the only girl in school

who doesn't like you.

Hey, your uncle's at school.

What?

Han-gyul, I overheard what Hong Jung-pyo said to you earlier.

I happened to mention that your Filial Piety Award got canceled.

Gosh, dang it.

Han-gyul!

How about a cigarette instead of coffee?

Why don't we go by the wisterias

and smoke a cigarette? Sound good?

Are you seriously smoking at school?

Sorry?

What the hell? Smoking where students study?

Oh, my goodness.

I was just joking.

Let me ask you something.

How is the Filial Piety Award decided?

Well, the thing is...

I know Han-gyul is always a respectful kid and a nephew,

but by the usual definition,

the award is meant for a child and the parents who raised them.

Pneumococcal vaccines.

How many times do you get them?

Pneumo...

There are four shots.

At two, four, six,

and twelve months old.

On September 30th, 2008, Han-gyul had his third shot.

After that shot, he ran a high fever.

He burned up to 38.4 degrees Celsius.

The pharmacy was closed, and I had no one to call.

I carried that tiny kid

and ran the whole 5 km to the ER.

That must've been tough.

When my twins got their pneumococcal shots...

On December 28th, 2013, Han-gyul lost his very first tooth.

On October 19th, 2014, he rode a bike for the first time.

His first day of elementary school was March 2nd, 2015.

March 4th, 2024, was his first day of high school.

You all remember he delivered the entrance oath as student rep, right?

Yes, sir.

So, tell me.

Sorry?

If not me, who's Han-gyul's parent?

Who else could it be?

Is that what a gangster looks like when he has logic?

I can't believe he made that oath

for this stupid school that treats people unfairly.

You seem busy, so I'll just leave it at that, okay?

I can't live like this.

I just can't.

Mr. Hong, he left.

You can come out now.

That fool won't quit running his mouth.

I was aware Han-gyul

was living with his uncle after his parents passed.

How can someone like him be Han-gyul's uncle?

Is he maternal or paternal?

Are they really related? Do they have the same genes?

What does he even do?

Wow, you sure know how to talk.

Tell me about it.

What do you think he does?

He's obviously a gangster.

Let's go!

Yes, boss!

He's always surrounded by his gang,

doing who knows what.

What do you mean, "gangster"?

He's just a thug.

One time, I was drinking with some friends at the local health center,

and he suddenly stormed in.

Why are you here?

A whole goat?

I checked it for my kid today, but the color looked so thin.

It only looks like half to me.

Well, black goat tonic

gets thicker or thinner depending on the ingredients...

If something rubs him the wrong way, he smashes things.

That's nothing.

When we came back from hiking last time,

he was digging away that night,

sweating buckets like he was burying a body.

I saw him too.

I saw my neighbor's car.

He was lifting it up like this.

He lifted the car?

-Yes. -With his bare hands?

Yes.

Lifting a car is nothing.

When he's mad, he could even smash the whole world.

I feel humiliated that I was convinced by his logic

even for a moment.

I heard that Han-gyul lost his parents when he was little

and was raised by his uncle,

never even knowing what his parents looked like.

-Is everything okay? -Hey.

Does this look okay to you?

He's got nothing better to do than come and wreck school property?

Tell him to stop coming to school!

That's enough.

I didn't tell my uncle because I knew he'd overreact.

I'm sorry.

What needs to be done needs to be done.

Once something's buried, it's tough to dig it up later.

Everything's fine, so don't worry.

READY-MADE CURRY

Sweetheart, where are you?

Is everything all right?

I made your favorite chicken soup, Bom.

I wish

I could enjoy it with my daughter.

Whatever the reason,

I shouldn't have said that to you.

Ms. Seo, are you home?

I need a spare key.

Yikes.

What's wrong with the streetlights?

It's that guy.

What is that?

What do you think he does?

He's obviously a gangster.

He was digging away that night, sweating buckets...

If something rubs him the wrong way, he smashes things.

Were you trying to call the cops?

Please don't kill me.

I can't die now. There's too much left unresolved.

If I had to die, better in Seoul.

At least I'd get a decent funeral.

If I end up dying here after cutting off my parents and friends,

no one would come to my funeral.

Plus, getting stabbed to death on a country road?

There would be a lot of grim talk at the funeral.

What do you mean, stabbed?

-With this? -Oh, no!

A 30 cm spicy chicken skewer.

Near the dental clinic at Shinsu Intersection.

I didn't know about your tastes.

I had no idea you were into chicken skewers.

You were running down an empty street at night with that in your tattooed arm.

I got it as a gift from the gas station since I'm a regular.

One shouldn't throw away a gift.

I just moved from Seoul, so I'm not familiar with the area.

Well then, take care.

Is that your place?

Go on inside. It's not safe outside.

No.

You go ahead. The door's kind of broken.

I'll sort it out, so please don't worry about it.

No.

This isn't my place, it's rented.

I'd have to pay for the damage.

No, don't do it.

Wait, stop!

I heard the sauce is what makes it good.

I'm leaving

before this skewer gets cold.

But you'll definitely

pay for your mistake.

Crap, I'm late.

ACADEMIC EXCELLENCE AWARD

FILIAL PIETY AWARD

Is Uncle not back yet?

He's not picking up again.

-What took you so long? -Did you get reported again?

Here. I'm so hot.

I don't need to eat it.

Why'd you run to town in the middle of the night?

This is it.

My favorite spicy chicken skewer.

Thanks, Uncle.

You like it that much?

Boss,

I'm pretty sure there isn't a speck of dust.

You wiped it before going to get the chicken skewer.

"Filial Piety Award, Sun Han-gyul."

"This student is hereby awarded this certificate

for exemplary filial piety and respect for elders, serving as a role model

for others."

-Phillip. -Yes?

Out of all these awards, this one's my favorite.

Have I ever told you?

Ever since he was a kid, Han-gyul has won tons of awards.

I used small awards as trivets for hot bowls,

and silver medals--

"To prop up wobbly dressers."

Have I told you?

-Yes. -Yeah.

Sometimes you rephrase it to say

they were used for wobbly bookshelves or beds.

What was your homeroom teacher's name?

I told you, it's Yoon Bom.

Yoon Bom.

She's from Seoul, right?

Uncle.

Whoever my homeroom teacher is, don't worry about school stuff.

I'll manage it myself.

When you tell me not to worry, that's when I worry the most.

A kid needs to act up sometimes to make raising them worthwhile.

If I didn't care about you at all,

how could I even deserve these?

Okay.

From now on, I'm going to say whatever I want

and ask for whatever I want,

so you have to say yes.

Sure, whatever you want.

I'd bury or stab anyone.

Hell, I'd even kill if you said the word.

Come on, Uncle!

Eat that. I'll go take out the trash.

Let's go, Phillip.

Sure.

Boss.

Did someone report you?

With that car damage incident before,

you can't get reported again.

I didn't get reported,

-but I got ignored. -Ignored?

She really didn't recognize me.

Beauty.

She made the mistake of not recognizing me today.

I'll make her pay for that somehow.

What are you looking at?

Phillip.

Cherry blossoms have bloomed.

I guess spring is here.

You've never liked spring.

You said nothing beats the coolness of winter

and spring just makes you itchy.

Let's see

if I start liking spring.

PURE SPIRIT BRIGHT DREAMS SHINSU HIGH

MOTTO SWEAT NOW, CRY LESS LATER

-Hey. -What?

I'm sure you all know

that parent-teacher conferences happen

right after midterms, correct?

Dae-han and Min-guk, with their parent in the staff room.

TOTAL SCORE, NUMBER OF STUDENTS, GRADE

Se-jin, whose parent is the governor.

And Han-gyul, whose guardian is out for revenge.

Ms. Yoon, is my little brother in last place?

We came out of the same womb, why are you acting older?

Who was last on the last mock test?

Quiet.

You all know parent-teacher conferences start

right after midterms?

Yes, ma'am.

I'll reach out to parents to set up dates from today.

Ms. Yoon.

Parents don't have to attend, right?

What are you talking about? They have to.

But Han-gyul's parents aren't coming.

That's because Han-gyul...

Let's talk about this later, okay?

Ms. Yoon.

Please?

It's not like you don't have parents.

It's basically like not having them.

As you know, my dad

has got his hands full with his re-election campaign.

-What about your mom? -She's even busier

because of the campaign work.

In that case,

I'll adjust to your parents' schedule.

All right?

A daughter shouldn't stand in the way of her parents.

I'm sure you know what it's like

to live under your parents' name.

Push back the meeting by a few days.

No, that can't be.

There's no way she'd know.

Sure, I'll look up info on art school applications

and go over it during the meeting.

Sure, 7:00 p.m. on Tuesday.

I'll see you then. Thank you.

SUN HAN-GYUL, 2ND YEAR, CLASS 1, NO. 11 GUARDIAN: SUN JAE-GYU, UNCLE

You'll definitely

pay for your mistake.

Try to schedule a meeting with Han-gyul's uncle

for the latest date possible.

Keep dragging it out and make it through the end of the week.

No way.

Ms. Bom would never do that.

She's been in Seoul for six years and has met all kinds of parents.

Why would she be scared to put off the meeting?

Am I right?

See? She said I'm right.

Do you know what this is?

This is the scar Sun Jae-gyu gave me.

He slashed me with a piece of glass this big!

You just don't know what he's capable of.

Last time, he let it slide because the female teachers were watching.

But meeting with him alone?

Who knows what he'll do or how he'll turn?

I'm staying out of this. Handle it yourself.

Even a lowlife wouldn't treat

his nephew's homeroom teacher like that.

And it's not like Ms. Bom made a mistake with him

the way someone else did.

Here we go again.

Listen.

The more you delay this, the harder it gets.

Go on, pick up the phone.

Fine, call him.

He's likely picking on people for money at a market.

-Let's go. -Yes, sir.

Boss.

Who's the owner here?

You can't just show up like this.

We talked on the phone already.

I promised we'd pay you back next month.

Ma'am, we're not that kind of people.

Do you accept groups?

Sorry?

What's the current situation?

How much tteokbokki is left here?

Is there enough for all of us?

Honey, no more customers today.

Yes, we have enough.

Have a seat.

Let's take a seat.

Yes, sir.

This is our first meal since last year's pork bone soup place, right?

I haven't eaten since yesterday.

I did an enema just so I could eat this.

Take your time picking.

Yes, ma'am!

Why do you keep following me?

Who's calling at lunchtime?

Well, I'm...

I'm Yoon Bom, Han-gyul's homeroom teacher.

Hey.

Is that so?

Yes, it is.

I'm calling to ask when you'd be available

for the parent-teacher conference.

-I'm on my way now. -Right now?

He's coming now?

Mr. Hong, Ms. Jeong, pack your bags.

If I run, I'll get there soon.

I can eat later.

I'm scared. Let's get out.

No, you can't come right now.

I just called today to schedule a time.

I believe it's best

if I go through what Han-gyul wrote first

and have a meeting later.

I'll have to wait.

Yes, how about 4:00 p.m. next Monday?

What do you like?

Sorry?

If there's nothing, I'll bring whatever.

Sure, I'll see you next Monday...

Go ahead and order.

Ms. Bom.

Brace yourself.

We're only halfway through the semester.

To manage the whole year, you've got to hold your ground.

If you need anything, let me know anytime.

Oh, my goodness. This is bad.

So,

you got caught trying to report Han-gyul's uncle?

I have to stay strong.

If something happens at this school too, I have nowhere to go.

And now I've been told I'll pay for my mistake.

I knew it.

You got into big trouble in Seoul and came here, right?

What kind of trouble was it?

How should I deal with him?

Is there a way I can win?

Has anyone ever beaten him?

Who in this town could ever beat him...

-Yes, there is. -Really?

Yes, I've seen it once.

Han-gyul's uncle didn't make a sound

and completely froze at that person's words.

I'd like to meet that person.

Wow, this is tasty.

Someone here can beat him?

Order first. I'll have the spicy squid and pork.

One spicy squid and pork and a soft tofu stew, please.

Please make the tofu stew mild, and skip the green onions.

And a smaller serving of rice--

Are you seriously out of your freaking mind?

Don't test me, I'll knock your teeth right out.

I'm working my butt off, and you pull that crap?

I'll slam that stupid mouth shut.

You take what you get.

Some scrawny little thing shows up, acting picky

and demanding this and that? Please.

I'll slap your cheeks off your face.

I'm not serving you.

Eat spicy squid and pork

or stop yapping and get lost.

Get lost.

Two spicy squid and pork.

Damn it, today's rough.

Han-gyul's uncle couldn't have soft tofu stew

and had to eat spicy squid and pork.

You think you can do it? Give it a try.

"Some scrawny little thing shows up, acting picky

and demanding this and that? Please."

"I'll slam that stupid mouth shut."

What the hell? Are you kidding me?

How are you going to beat him when you're this soft?

I'm not built for this. I don't think it'll work.

Maybe we should try a different approach.

Then, Ms. Bom.

Let's go back to square one

and revisit what it means to be a teacher.

Right now, I'm thinking of a true educator of our time.

Someone who left a lasting legacy in education,

earned the nation's admiration,

and carries an unmatched dignity and presence.

Who could that be...

DAMAGED HAIR TREATMENT MASK

Exactly, this is exactly how you should look.

Ms. Seo, this isn't the approach I had in mind.

I was thinking of something more strategic, logical, and reasonable...

Ms. Bom.

This style commands such authority

that even Gangnam parents tremble in respect.

Trust me on this one.

-Is it too tight? -Yes.

Loosen it a bit.

I don't think I can do it.

MEETING WITH HAN-GYUL'S UNCLE

11TH GRADE

Ms. Yoon, is today your birthday?

You've always worn bright black, dark black,

dull black, or light black.

Why are you dressed like that?

There's a line in the Art of War by Wuzi.

"Treat righteous forces with respect,

and powerful forces with humility."

In other words, you treat honorable forces with respect,

but when dealing with bullies who think strength is everything,

you start by lowering yourself.

In other words, I chose to win by losing.

Are you going off to a fight?

Ethics and Philosophy, page 35.

"Humanity is something

that humans..."

Good luck, Ms. Bom.

-Sorry I have to go. -Prepare yourself.

Are you all leaving already?

Ms. Seo!

You've got this.

Ms. Seo.

Han-gyul, you heard your uncle's coming today, right?

Yes, I did.

Then stay for a little while.

You can go with your uncle after the meeting.

-Ms. Yoon. -Yes?

"What needs to be done needs to be done."

Good luck.

Wish me luck.

I'm switching off my ego

starting now.

No matter what happens, stay polite.

No matter what you hear, stay calm.

SHINSU HIGH SCHOOL

NO RUNNING IN THE HALLWAY

KEEP RIGHT

SHINSU HIGH BULLETIN BOARD BUILDING A SAFE SCHOOL

NO SMOKING

Hello?

I'm busy at the moment, so keep it brief.

LAW FIRM SOOJUN

Actress Jeong Nan-hee.

I may be the head of your fan cafe,

but are you going to make me work this hard?

You need help?

Am I the kind of guy who helps anyone?

One moment.

Thank you.

You do know I'm rude and selfish.

Thank you.

I'll meet you out of loyalty.

Let's talk later.

I'm hanging up. Bye.

Attorney Choi.

Mr. Choi, the plaintiff, has submitted his complaint.

You should've sued that jerk sooner.

Why've you been holding off until now?

There's assault, damages from theft,

and breach of contract.

Right.

The defendant's address is unknown.

If we submit it like this, the court will order us to correct the address.

Then we can check it at the local office.

Then we can find out where he lives.

Wait a minute. So are you saying you filed the complaint

to find out where he lives?

Why?

I really didn't want to use this tactic

since it felt underhanded. But...

I've been searching for ten years, ever since I became a lawyer.

I've gone everywhere I could think of

and checked every place he might be.

But he's nowhere.

It's like

he never even existed to begin with.

There's no trace of him at all.

That's weird.

If he's still nowhere to be found,

could he be dead?

-No, he can't. -No, he can't.

Do you know why I'm always fully dressed

in a wrinkle-free shirt,

spotless dress shoes, and a silk tie that screams success?

Gosh, I know the answer.

You never know where you'll meet a woman.

Because I don't know when and where I'll run into that jerk.

Wow.

I'll carve it into his memory.

"Look."

"Even after you're gone, my life is brilliant."

"Feel it. Your life turned out that way

because you betrayed me."

You know what?

I just saw in your eyes

a kind of madness that comes with success.

He has to

see it too.

He picked the wrong person to mess with.

PLAINTIFF CHOI I-JUN

DEFENDANT SUN JAE-GYU ADDRESS UNAVAILABLE

So please be alive, Sun Jae-gyu.

Wait until

I find you.

SUN JAE-GYU

It's great to meet you properly.

I'm Yoon Bom, Han-gyul's teacher.

Hi. Here.

Sorry, but I'm not allowed to accept gifts.

It's not a gift, it's compensation.

The staff room plant broke because of me.

I see.

No way.

Your hands could break too.

Over there.

-Please put it down over there. -Sure.

MAY SHINSU HIGH SCHOOL BECOME RICH

-Please have a seat. -Sure.

It's too small.

Let's start the meeting.

We should do this face-to-face.

No, that's not necessary.

Well...

I saw the counseling form, and it says

Han-gyul doesn't plan on going to college.

You're from Seoul, right?

I'm half Seoul-born.

-Half? -Yes.

My mom's from Seoul.

I grew up hearing the Seoul dialect, so I can speak it well.

I see.

Hi, I'm Sun Jae-gyu.

Do you want to be my friend?

I sound like someone straight from Seoul, right?

I speak two languages, bilingual.

I see.

But in my opinion,

given his grades, I just can't understand why he wouldn't go to college.

If he's not interested in college, finishing high school will do.

As you know, our school's college admission rate wasn't great last year,

and the school has high expectations for Han-gyul.

He knows what to do about that.

How's he with his friends?

Does he respect the teachers?

No doubt about it.

His friends and younger students follow him,

and the girls follow him a little too much.

That's great.

That's all I needed to hear.

So,

let's focus on academics rather than his social interactions.

How old are you?

You keep asking personal questions.

In a parent-teacher meeting, that kind of...

Last name, Yoon?

A one-syllable name?

Yoon is your last name, and Bom is your first?

Yes.

If you look at Han-gyul's report card, his grades...

His grades...

Here, his grades...

Bom.

WE WOULD LIKE TO THANK CHA MI-KYUNG AND YOO SUN FOR THEIR GUEST APPERANCES

SPRING FEVER

Boss!

Who eats tofu outside a police station this early in the morning?

What a killer view.

Why are you peeking at me?

I'm busted.

Wanna go watch a movie?

You're dying to have coffee with me.

Exchange teacher? What's that?

She's going back to Seoul.

What? When? Why?

Where's Han-gyul?

-Seoul. -Are you sure he's here?

I'm on my way. Wait right there.

Translated by: UGKim