Learning Languages
Hayi taps her pen on the table, slightly dazed from the lesson. She had already learned complex English and Japanese when she was with her grandfather. But of course, skills do get rusty, and her grandfather forced her to go to this class so that when she "inherits" his orchestra, she won't sit there like a babbling duck when she goes overseas. She raises her hand, along with a few other students, when the teacher asks who had studied the language before. She smiles at the teacher when she catches his eye, it was probably because of her mismatched eyes. The teacher nods to himself, probably pleased that a lot of his students had already known or read about the background of the languages that they would be learning.
Hayi smiles to herself, plus the teacher was pretty good-looking. She knew he was kinda old for her, but hey, eye candy is always welcomed. She gets a grip of herself, she didn't want her parents getting letters that she was failing her classes. That would just mean they'd remove her from Gangnam. She takes out her binder and a pen, and starts writing.