That’s correct.

(4) Drama Club.

‘I’m good at studying, but I don’t have anything in my school record that shows leadership or cooperation.’

…is the excuse.

In the past, I joined because I became interested in theatre after seeing that Seo Jae-gyeom often posted posters of plays he’d seen on his Chasebook.

You know how it is, you start liking what the person you like likes.

Just in time, Ji-soo said she was joining the drama club, so I quickly followed.

‘Though Seo Jae-gyeom himself is in the archery club or the basketball club.’

After regressing, I briefly considered switching to a different club, but I was already eating lunch separately, and I thought Ji-soo would be upset if I changed clubs too, so I decided to stay.

However, this drama club had one fatal flaw.

Which is.

“Jeong Eun-seong?”

The fact that Jeong Eun-seong is also in the drama club…

Ji-soo, who opened the club room door, saw Jeong Eun-seong already sitting there and her eyes widened.

Jeong Eun-seong just looked up at her, then turned away without even a greeting.

“Eun-seong has also decided to join the drama club starting today.”

The drama club’s advisor, who appeared from behind me, said.

Ji-soo timidly greeted the teacher, who was tall with a clean appearance, wearing a neat white shirt.

“Hello…”

“Yes. Hello.”

Mr. Lee Mong-ryong, who teaches Korean history.

Early 30s. Graduated from Doksu-ri University. His wife is an accountant, two years older, from the same university.

He has a gentle personality but is strict about students’ attitudes.

As I recall, Ji-soo was also scolded by this teacher once in her first year.

Ji-soo, who had rarely been pointed out by teachers, seemed to be intimidated by him after that, but I quite like him. He’s fair, has clear standards, and doesn’t discriminate against students based on their grades.

Coincidentally, he is one of the two teachers who has a bad reputation with Do-yeon.

Mr. Lee Mong-ryong turned to me and confirmed.

“Da-hye, you’re in the same class as Eun-seong, right?”

“Yes.”

“Are you close?”

“We’re mortal enemies.”

“Why.”

The teacher, who had placed his book on the lectern, smiled.

Behind him, the first-year female students, who had joined the drama club for their own reasons and had hit the jackpot with Jeong Eun-seong, had flushed faces and sparkling eyes.

It was even more so after the teacher counted the number of first-year students, closed the club room door, and declared, ‘The drama club is now full. We’re not accepting any more members.’

“Hi.”

While I was chatting with the teacher, Ji-soo, who had already taken a seat, friendly approached Jeong Eun-seong.

“I’m Han Ji-soo. From class 1. You’re Jeong Eun-seong, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re really popular in our class.”

“…”

“Why did you come here instead of the band club? Do you like theatre?”

‘Right. Why are you here?’

I was curious about this even before I regressed.

Since he’s an aspiring singer and already has an agency, I thought he’d just join any club and either sleep during club hours or leave early.

Suddenly, theatre.

In fact, I remember Jeong Eun-seong being quite dedicated to the drama club.

He even played the lead role.

“Now that Jeong Eun-seong has joined, it won’t be a problem for us to sell all our tickets this year.”

Excited, Ji-soo chattered on.

I was taking off the cardigan I was wearing, listening to Ji-soo give Jeong Eun-seong her phone number. Just then, Jeong Eun-seong, who had been resting his chin on his hand, turned his gaze to me.

“…Why?”

“Why are you here?”

“…Because I’m interested in theatre?”

“Hmm.”

What. Why. What.

When I scrunched up my face with that meaning, Jeong Eun-seong smiled.

This is ominous…

“Han Ji-soo.”

“Yeah? What is it, Jeong Eun-seong?”

“The end-of-semester performance, we’re deciding on it today, right?”

“I think so…?”

“Let’s do a musical.”

“A musical?”

“Why a musical all of a sudden…?”

I asked, puzzled. Jeong Eun-seong turned to me and grinned.

“You can’t sing, can you?”

“…”

Ah, so this is just to mess with me?

That jerk?

The drama club puts on one performance for the year-end festival.

It’s a relaxed schedule with a whole year to practice for one performance, but in any case, we had to decide on the play in early March.

“The directing and acting will be done by the eleven second-year students, and the other miscellaneous preparations like props and costumes will be handled by the twelve first-year students. You guys can learn well by watching the upperclassmen lead this year, and you can take the lead next year.”

After a brief explanation, Mr. Lee Mong-ryong stepped back as if he wouldn’t interfere.

Ji-soo summarized.

“As you all know, all the money we make from selling tickets will be donated. We need to sell a lot to make a big donation, right? Let’s do something easy and fun that everyone knows. Something that won’t matter if you come in late and see it from the middle.”

“Ah, then…”

“I once…”

Various opinions came out.

The problem was.

“How about <Romeo and Juliet>?”

“Didn’t you hear Han Ji-soo? She said we should do something everyone knows.”

“Who doesn’t know <Romeo and Juliet>?”

“I don’t.”

“Okay…”

“I think it’s fine. The story is easy, at least.”

“What’s easy about it? Even the names are all foreign.”

“…It’s not like the name is Katerina Ivanovna Verkhovtseva or something, if just three syllables like Juliet is hard for you, then you’re just… “

He was a villain who found fault with everything.

Deciding on a play shouldn’t take this long.

Our goal is to sell out the tickets.

We have the popular Han Ji-soo and Jeong Eun-seong, so we’ll use them as the leads to sell tickets.

Everyone is coming to see their faces anyway, so what does the story matter? As long as it’s not too terrible.

It meant that it didn’t matter if we did <Romeo and Juliet> or <The Story of the Tortoise and the Hare>.

But.

“I’m telling you, that name Juliet is not a familiar pronunciation for Koreans.”

Do Ha-jun. The popularity contest guy. Gogogo High School’s Mark Zuckerberg.

This guy, who had joined the drama club in his first year to try and hit on Ji-soo, was tormenting us by opposing everything.

At first, the other students tried to find a compromise, but as Do Ha-jun’s opposition for the sake of opposition continued, their faces contorted with annoyance.

Suppressing a sigh, I asked Do Ha-jun.

“Then what do you want to do?”

“#

)my little sister something something#

)”

“???”

“???”

“You don’t know this? It’s a super famous anime.”

“What is that…”

I put my hand to my forehead.

‘Do Ha-jun hasn’t changed at all, before or after the regression.’

“Hey… that unheard-of Japanese anime is way less famous than <Romeo and Juliet>, you know?”

“But it’s culturally familiar to us.”

“It’s only familiar to you! I grew up watching American dramas!”

A second-year student, who couldn’t take it anymore, shouted.

“Do you know <Sherlock>, <Sherlock>?! 221B Baker Street, squeak!”

Sherlock is a British drama.

“The only familiar Japanese name to me is Ito Hirobumi!”

That’s true for me too.

‘What did we put on before the regression?’

In the end, we couldn’t overcome Do Ha-jun’s stubbornness and ended up doing that weird play and being utterly humiliated.

I can’t just stand by and watch that happen when I know it will create a dark history.

Let’s think of something quickly. Anything would be better than Do Ha-jun’s pick. Anything. Anything famous!

As I racked my brain, my eyes fell on the teacher (name: Lee Mong-ryong) sitting at the lectern, watching us.

“Hey, then let’s do the Story of Chunhyang. There’s no Korean who doesn’t know the Story of Chunhyang.”

“It’s anachronistic.”

“…”

Jeong Eun-seong, who had been quiet, clenched his fists.

Regardless, Do Ha-jun earnestly argued in his thin voice.

“Isn’t that just a story about a handsome, rich man saving a gisaeng? A Joseon-style Cinderella story.”

“…”

“Let’s do #(

(. No one doesn’t know this these days. The 8th movie was just released recently.”

“…”

“There’s a woman who gets assaulted in the middle, you know? It’ll be so realistic if we do bruise makeup on her face and rip her shirt.”

“…”

“The Story of Chunhyang is really not it. How long are we going to keep repeating the plot of a man saving a woman?”

“Do Ha-jun…”

Ji-soo is pissed.

I placed my hand on Ji-soo’s arm as she was about to step forward, clenching her teeth. I said.

“You’re right.”

“Right? I knew it…”

“There aren’t that many handsome and rich men like Lee Mong-ryong in real life. The Tale of Mrs. Park, Princess Pyeonggang… it’s more familiar to our Korean sentiment for a woman to save something. So let’s just reverse the genders.”

I looked at Jeong Eun-seong, who was sitting across from me, and said.

“Jeong Eun-seong, you can be Seong Chun-hyang. Make full use of your pretty face.”

“…”

“And what? You said to do bruise makeup and rip the shirt? Let’s do it. Why rip a perfectly good shirt? Let’s just take it off. That way, if we lock him in prison and put him in shackles, it’ll be realistic.”

I leaned my upper body toward Jeong Eun-seong, who was staring with his mouth agape.

I lowered my voice and whispered.

“Agree to it quickly. Or do you want to do that ‘my little sister something something’?”

Do you want to create a dark history that will follow you even after you debut?

“Hurry.”

I urged him.

Jeong Eun-seong, clenching his teeth, called my name.

“…Kng D-hye.”

“What.”

“I ht yu th scnd mst n ur clss.” (I hate you the second most in our class.)

What is he saying.

“Teacher, Jeong Eun-seong says he’s good with it.”

“Really?”

Mr. Lee Mong-ryong’s face lit up in welcome.

It seems he didn’t want to do the ‘my little sister something something’ either.

“Then is Ji-soo playing Lee Mong-ryong?”

“Oh. I like it.”

“The tickets will sell well.”

“It’s fresh.”

“Wouldn’t anything be better than the little sister one?”

“That’s true.”

As everyone except Do Ha-jun was satisfied, I winked at Jeong Eun-seong, whose ears had turned red.

Make the sacrifice.

Show us some of your Jae-long (talent/charm).

In the end, Jeong Eun-seong was cast as Seong Chun-hyang, Han Ji-soo as Lee Mong-ryong, and I took on the role of director.

It’s not that I took the director role because I was afraid Jeong Eun-seong would make me sing.

I just wanted to direct.

Really.

“I actually wanted to do something like <Death of a Salesman>.”

“The Story of Chunhyang isn’t bad either. Let’s take this opportunity to love our own culture.”

“Do Ha-jun is crazy…. He smells.”

“He needs to be beaten up by the people of Namwon.”

Ji-soo and I were bad-mouthing Do Ha-jun as we returned to the 4th floor for homeroom.

But.

“Huh?”

A crowd of students was gathered at the back door of our classroom.

“What’s going on?”

Leaving Ji-soo, who couldn’t enter our classroom (no entry for students from other classes!!!!!), I went into the classroom alone.

The students who had been gathered in front of the lockers all turned to look at me.

“Da-hye…”

“…That…”

Don’t tell me it’s my locker?