#22. The drawing is wrong.
“Why the hell do you come here every day?”
I couldn’t understand. Really.
In a previous life, this club room was a space where only the sound of the creaking of pencils filled the room.
People hardly came and went, and it was such a place that no one cared about except for Tae-soo, who was dying here.
“Ah… well… that…”
This man scratching his head and unable to answer with an awkward expression.
He was my ex-husband in my previous life. Inwook Choi.
And I was his third ex-wife.
“…Just because you like it here.?”
What the hell is your reason for liking this place?
I can’t even have a proper conversation, is that a good thing?
Youn Ha-rin who liked it so much. I’m going to see Yoo Shi-hwa.
He was the one who was sitting here and killing porridge.
“I don’t know. Do whatever you want.”
To be honest, there was nothing wrong with me when he was still an academy student.
He’s still married to anyone. No. I wasn’t even in a relationship, and I didn’t do anything that would hurt my heart.
However, the sediment from my previous life did not disappear like snow melted.
It’s a little better now, but the moment I saw his face at the academy for the first time, I couldn’t stand the nausea.
It was disgusting.
I was going to carry all the facts he wanted to hide and the unwelcome title of being the third wife, but what he showed me was disappointing and I couldn’t say enough.
Especially on the day I opened his cell phone, I couldn’t contain my anger.
I was not the kind of person who could simply pass on things that were past coolly.
Maybe it’s proof that I loved him that much. This.
I had to admit what I had to admit.
Ha… This man in front of him may not know that, but this man’s behavior is…
“…So it’s Jena. This is about my friend…”
Choi In-wook’s acquaintance story series that continues these days.
Originally, I knew he was a dull man, but it was his story.
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No matter what answer I gave, it was almost as if I was promoting my story to flinch and immerse myself in it.“Why are you talking about your friends to me?”
I didn’t even want to know.
Because I could clearly see who the main characters and main characters of the story were.
Choi Inwook. Ha-rin Yoon. Yoo Shihwa.
I don’t know English, but given a new life, I didn’t want to get involved with these people like that.
Especially, whenever I heard the name of Yu Shi-hwa, I got tired of it.
“No. Really, the story you told me last time was very helpful.”
“…How do you know that?”
“Ah! That friend, not me, was really helpful…”
Please… I’d rather just say your story.
I wanted to hit my forehead for a moment at the faint headache.
Honestly, if I had been a meticulous person, I wouldn’t have left the search records of my ex wives as they are, nor would I have unlocked my cell phone.
And the stupidest thing was myself, who liked him like that.
To be honest, it was also true that such a gomtang-like corner came to be attractive.
The gap that comes when a man who is counted as one of the most powerful in the hunter world sometimes shows a nonsensical figure that is inferior to that of a C-class hunter, came to me as a strange charm.
Of course, I’ve known since adolescence that my tastes aren’t normal.
I wonder what kind of sane girl would go to the academy and draw monster pictures because she liked them.
But there was also a degree of special taste.
I didn’t have any affection for my ex-lover’s account or the spying guy.
“I’m not really interested, so if you’re not going to draw, please stop coming to me.”
Initially, it was a poor room that was assigned to draw comfortably.
Would you like to give Choi In-wook’s dating advice or something?
“But the manager came here because he drew a picture…”
Choi In-wook wiggled his tail.
But what he said was true.
Oh Tae-soo. It was obvious what the new members would think of the club, as the author, the manager, was rolling around with a blanket from here on a fictitious day.
“I want to draw quietly. I want to go out.”
I just cut and talked.
To be honest, the appearance of Choi In-wook, who became crooked at my resolute words, was a little cute, but I had no intention of listening to the story of the tombs.
“…I’ll draw.”
After those words, Choi In-wook turned his back, picked up a canvas with a helpless gait, and started painting.
In fact, I’ve never seen him paint in his past life.
At the beginning, I had no idea that he was interested in painting.
I couldn’t figure out why he joined this unnamed club.
What is certain is that the drawing skills he has shown so far…
Once again, God made me realize that there is fairness.
I thought the world might have stolen his brilliant brain and various dexterity with his handsome appearance and strong fighting power as collateral.
I folded my arms for a moment and watched him sketch.
My painting was almost finished and I had nothing to do at all because I was waiting for the paint to dry.
But maybe a minute has passed since I picked up the pencil.
I could not see his paintings with my eyes open, so I stopped and opened my mouth.
“Stop.”
Even though I spoke in a low voice, he didn’t stop his hand.
…I slowly approached him, and what I saw in my eyes was his completely focused expression.
I was concentrating like this, but I wanted to let it go for now, but the moment I moved my gaze to the picture, the thought that I had to stop this madness came rushing in.
“Hey, Choi Inwook. Wait a minute.”
In the end, I stopped him.
“Huh? Why?”
He turned and looked at me.
“Ha…”
I dragged one of the remaining chairs and sat down next to him.
I glanced at the photo he was using as a model and instructed him to hold a pencil.
“Listen well.”
“Yes.”
“The first thing to say is that painting is the most important thing.”
I grabbed his hand and started to draw a line one by one.
“After all, the first, one touch determines the future picture. Did you understand?”
He nodded.
“There is no way that the final result of a drawing with a wrong draft will come out properly.”
It was obviously explaining the picture, but they were words that I thought were strangely similar to our relationship.
Yes. Maybe if I was your first.
We could not have ended up like that.
Suddenly a thought crossed my mind.
But I didn’t mean to be greedy or forceful.
In the end, Choi In-wook became a couple with Yun Ha-rin and was destined to get married.
Even if he broke up with her for the same reason as in her previous life, I didn’t have to worry about that.
The day I went to the court to get a stamp.
Because I made up my mind to be with you.
But is this also someone’s cruel joke?
Just like his last life. You came into my life
I remembered the first time he had entered my store with wide eyes.
The man who ordered coffee with a face that looked like he was about to cry.
The man who was my husband for a while. Inwook Mr.
But in this life, he came to me as an unassuming student.
The short but happy days with him started to come to mind one by one.
“Come on. From here, try it yourself.”
Suddenly I thought that I was drawing too many pictures of him, so I secretly let go of his holding hands.
Familiar hand size.
You seem to have had big hands since you were a student. Inwook Mr.
“Ah, yes. Thank you.”
He thanked me with an awkward smile.
I watched him from behind for a while as he was drawing stupid pictures.
* *
Someone came in with the broken door open.
“Oh, what are you two doing?”
The manager who came into the office with a playful expression seemed to be trying to make fun of us.
“What do you mean?”
Jenna answered the manager with a straight face.
Looking at her attitude towards her manager, maybe Jena was cold to everyone during her academy days?
“Hey, it’s good because there are both of you. If I’m going to do something amazing this time? Oh, of course, you are a must. Freshmen have no veto!”
I came in because they said they weren’t doing much, but it seemed like they had a welcome party for new students and were doing everything they had to do.
“What is it?”
“That’s right~ It’s Deforme MT~”
“I’m not going.”
After all, Jena blocked him with a cold tone without even giving him a chance to explain further.
“No, yes, I’m done explaining.”
“I’m not going.”
“Hmm~ Then your precious Inukkun would play with other girls there~”
…Have you never been treated with respect?
My heart ached too much to deny something out loud, so I didn’t say anything.
“It is or not.”
The manager suddenly fell to her knees in front of Jena when his number was not enough.
“Jenna.”
Jenna was startled by his sudden action.
“No. Why are you doing this? Brother. Wake up.”
“Until Jena-sama allows me to attend. This will not happen.”
“No. You don’t have to go with the other members. Why are you doing this?”
Kneeling down on his knees, the manager stuttered his words as if in trouble.
Jena’s point was correct. Isn’t it okay to go with other people?
“That’s… Actually… In the name of a freshman MT… I got some money… When it becomes known that only one person has gone…”
“Why do you bring money without even asking!”
Jena scolded her manager.
“No. Of course, I thought you could go too. How could you not make the time…? Huh? I’ll buy some rice later. Huh?”
“Ha… Someday…”
Jena shook her head.
“This weekend! Is it possible? Is it possible? I will tell Yeji as well. Huh?”
Yes. Even with that senior, the atmosphere is not maintained.
The last time I thought about going to the MT with the zombies, I was already depressed.
“…If it’s possible to get rid of the part-timer.”
We were confiscated on the weekend.