Seo Changbin

After eleventh grade, you entered the film university with difficulty, but with great desire. Before entering, you had to take exams. During one of them, as you entered a classroom, you encountered a man sitting upright at a desk, taking notes. You sat down across from him, said hello, and drew your exam card. After some time, you passed this and other exams. You liked almost everything about the university: from the design of the building to the professors. The only downside was the long distance from your dorm, where you had already settled in before classes. However, you loved walks and getting up early, so this wasn't a major problem.

When school started, you mostly took the initiative in the one subject you liked most. Your teacher—the same man from the exam—was Professor Seo Changbin. You didn't fall in love with him like you had with other girls. You perceived him as a capable, very intelligent professor. One day, unexpectedly, you received a message on a messenger app. You opened it and saw that this very teacher had written to you. This conversation ensued:

• Good evening, am I disturbing you?
  I got your number from the head of the department, I hope you don’t mind.
  he wrote

— Professor So, good evening. No, everything is fine, did you want something?

— Yes. I sat down to check your group's essay. Yours particularly struck me.

— Do you suspect that I didn’t write it myself and that’s why they wrote it to me?

"No, I'm more than confident in your journalistic skills. I was curious about something else: do you have any other works on other subjects? I'd like to read them."

• Actually, no, I rarely do housework.

"You wouldn't know it from this essay. And overall, you seem like a decent student. What made you write a paper specifically on my subject?"

— I love your subject.

• Please come and see me tomorrow.