9 – Beginning of class (2)
When I entered the club room, useless aspects were occupying the seats.
“Welcome, Cheeky.”
“Kosam is coming soon.”
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“Senior Sweet Potato, hello.”
The guys who found me greeted me with a smirk.
There is not a single one that calls normally.
“Kim Dokja!”
Junghyeok’s face distorted after hearing my words.
That’s right, who do you call chewing?
“Taeil! Steam it up!”
The face of the guy who called me kosam was the same.
“Who are you?”
The face of the junior who called sweet potato also became an expression of having eaten a shot.
“Because men never really change.”
Ji-Eun poked his head out from behind me and waved his hand at everyone in the club room.
“Damn it! Kosam is harassing me!”
Tae-il approached Ji-eun with a disgusting sound and hit her on the head.
It was a daily experience.
These guys are the last ones who use the volunteer club, With You, as if it were their own room.
For universities, volunteering is just a spec.
It’s rather strange that there are such sincere people in the club.
Maybe my classmates Junghyeok and Taeil are here because they don’t have girlfriends.
Siwoo is so common that it’s harder to forget his name because he’s lost in it. He hangs out with his girlfriend. I don’t know why he’s here.
“Go away.”
The author waved his hands with a cold expression, and Taeil sat down as usual.
Then, the author carefully looked at me and held out his hand toward the three of them.
“What is it?”
When Joong-hyeok asked that question, Ji-eun put a proud expression on his lips.
“Jinwoo senior, you are a hero.”
The author said that and held out his hand again.
Junghyuk, Taeil, and Siwoo’s expressions gradually began to rot and become damaged.
They glared at me like bugs, sighed, took out a whopping 50,000 won from their wallet and handed it to the author.
“Yeokbae is good~”
The author quickly put the money in, probably thinking that they would take it again.
“No, dog. You said you didn’t play this bastard hero?!”
“Don’t! Are you crazy?!”
Junghyuk and Taeil jumped up from their seats and tried to grab me by the collar.
I slipped away from their hands.
Did these bastards make a bet like this without my knowledge?
Stupid bastards.
“Haa… So, senior Jinwoo, why did you come so early? He said he’s in his fourth year and he’s preparing to get a job, so he won’t come to the club room for a while.”
“I have to tell the professor.”
“Ah, as expected, sweet potato senior.”
“Noisy, that’s the basics and that’s polite.”
“Yes~”
According to Siwoo’s words, it seems that the professor hasn’t come yet.
Then I should at least give you a call and say that I have something to tell you.
“Coming to think of it, I don’t think it was bad to try a reverse role for such a kid.”
Joonghyeok said that and nodded his head.
“But this bastard is serious about studying or getting a license….”
“I admit that.”
They nodded their heads and started fiddling with their smartphones one by one.
They are still like typhoons.
“Leongo?”
“Leongo.”
I think I’m thinking of going to a PC room as well.
I talked with them and left the classroom when it was time for the first lecture.
“Senior.”
“Huh?”
“It’s lunch time after the lecture.”
“Oh, yes. Since you earned money because of me, treat yourself.”
“… Tsk.”
The author looked at me with eyes like, ‘Well, there are all these people?’ And nodded her head.
I see, who told me to bet?
***
Most of the 4th grade N/P subjects are extensions of self-development books.
From now on, a wall named “A daunting society” Will appear in front of you.
But don’t be afraid of that wall and fight against it.
It is a story that says that you are not alone and that youth can do anything and that there is still a lot of time left.
It was the only praise for youth that it could be mixed with gukppong.
I passed the time listening to it blankly.
After a moderate amount of time, I headed toward the club room, and the author was a little out of breath, perhaps in a bit of a hurry.
“Go, Sun… ship.”
“Oh, wait.”
After saying that, I drew water from the vending machine in the hallway near the club room and handed it to the author.
“Thank you.”
The author, trying to grab the water I handed him, slightly withdrew his hand, then reached out and grabbed it again.
Then he turned his head slightly away from me and started drinking water.
“Whoa…. Song.”
“Eh. But where are you going?”
“I flex a little bit today.”
“Are you buying it?”
“… Tsk.”
Stop that because it’s scary.
The place the author took me to was a restaurant specializing in pasta.
Since it’s near the school, it’s a stylish shop that offers cost-effective menus, but also slightly expensive ones.
It was usually a place where CC often came for a date course.
Unsurprisingly, most of the shops were male and female pairs.
“How old are you?”
“Two people.”
“Come this way.”
An employee wearing clean uniforms guided us to our seats.
We sat down, wiped our hands with the antibacterial wipes the waiter gave us, and drank water.
I just wiped my hands, but Ji-eun glanced at me and played with the side of my hair.
Anyway, it felt like he was appealing that he had touched his hair.
“Your hair is pretty. Kotori Beige? I did some cuts.”
“… Do you know how strange it is when seniors sometimes say things like that? Do you actually have a girlfriend?”
“Don’t! I’m Mosol.”
“… Uhm, so what?”
I don’t know why the conclusion is drawn.
The author pretended to frown at her, but her mouth twitched strangely.
I heard that women like to be recognized when they get their hair done, but that seems to be the case.
Her other guys didn’t seem to notice the subtle change in her hair color.
These guys are the ones who secretly glance at her author’s big breasts, so you might not be able to get your eyes on her head.
… I also pay attention, but a hero shouldn’t have a s*xual scandal.
The ex-girlfriend issue is also a very sensitive job, hmm.
I don’t believe it wasn’t particularly popular.
“Did the professor get the text message?”
“Uh. I asked about today’s schedule, and I replied that it ends at 3:00 PM, so I’ll see you then.”
“Professor will be a little angry.”
As the author said, she sighed briefly and touched the surface of her water cup with her fingers.
It seemed oddly decadent.
“I’m sure you’ll still support me. Because you are that kind of person.”
“Seon.Ba.Ni.Ka, will you forgive me?”
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
The author showed the index fingers of both hands above his head, saying that if Junghyeok did that, he would be very angry.
Is he expressing that he has become a demon?
For a moment, my heart was pounding, and my eyes almost turned to the writing.
“The menu you ordered is here. Bon appetite.”
The slightly expensive menu ordered by the author was placed in front of her eyes.
My author and I took out our smartphones and started taking pictures of the menu at the same time.
“If you see something like that, do you know that it looks like a real woman?”
“I need to control my calories.”
“Ugh….”
“You, is that gender discrimination?”
The author grumbled and started lamenting her situation.
“Ah~ Ah~ I hope. I also want to make the timetable so broad….”
As the author said that, he looked at me.
“What is the timetable?”
“This is how it feels.”
Saying that, the author pushed her hair from the side to her ear and held out her smart phone to me.
Looking at the timetable, there are no overlapping lectures.
But lunchtime is still empty, so I don’t think she will eat alone unless she has a special appointment with the author.
“I will avoid eating alone.”
“Who ate it?”
“Will you not eat it?”
“I saw you doing it.”
“Then I will eat with you.”
I’ve never done anything rude in front of anyone.
I am the man who stands blankly in front of a traffic light, even if there is no car, unless it is very urgent.
He is a man whose only thoughts come to mind for a week when he speaks bitterly to others!
“Are you going to continue joining the club?”
“Eh. Now I’m preparing for the exam, I’m not going to do anything.”
“Don’t you think of insurance?”
“I’m not going to.”
Because if you think you have a place to return to, you will become weak.
There is nothing behind my back.
With that kind of thought in mind, I plan to just look forward and run.
“Hmm….”
The author stared at me with his head slightly tilted.
The head that was hanging on his shoulder fell with a rustling sound.
The author, who had been staring at me, began to scan my whole body.
Then he made a subtle expression.
“Why?”
“Senior, are you tall?”
“Huh? Hmm… Did you grow up?”
“Yes. I think my eye level has changed a bit.”
Still sharp.
“Eunseong Hospital.”
“Huh?”
“Senior, right? Eunseong Hospital.”
“….”
How did you know?
“It’s been three years since I met my senior, but I grew taller for the first time. The sound of my footsteps is also very different from usual, and I must have gained a lot of weight.”
Even though he was tall, he didn’t grow much.
I was 182cm, but it only became about 185cm.
I’ve gained weight, but it’s amazing that there are people who can judge it by the sound of my footsteps.
“As expected, ‘that’ psychic power is amazing.”
The supernatural ability of the author is called black technology.
A psychic ability that brings to mind technology or information that is not yet reachable by human technology.
People with supernatural powers have incomparable insight and concentration.
Perhaps she was caught because of that ability.
“… Fool.”
The author pouted her lips, feeling that something was unclear.
“And this.”
The author fiddled with his smartphone and showed a video that someone had taken with his smartphone.
“Even if there is noise, it is a senior voice.”
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“Well, yes.”
“Senior, why doesn’t a person like this not become a hero? He does what he wants, but he’s a realistic person. But the sudden change of heart during winter vacation means that something happened. Is the incident at Buwon Hospital a pre-ban?”
The author’s eyes are looking at mine.
I felt frightened by the gaze that seemed to see through everything in me.
I felt like I was about to notice the aggressor inside me.
“… Are you not hurt?”
“… You saw the news, you’re fine. Let’s get up when you’re done eating.”
Wiping her mouth with a napkin and getting up, Ji-eun tried to open her mouth, but then lightly shook her head and stood up.
“Senior.”
“Huh?”
“Let’s eat together tomorrow too.”
“Oh, yes.”
The author is following me every step of the way.
Looking at it like this, I wonder if he likes me.
ㅡ Isn’t that a favor?
I think the favor is right, but I’m not sure.
I saw a scene where the author would gossip about me in front of her juniors, so it’s kind of like….
She said nothing because she probably didn’t notice.
It must have been because I did something wrong.
She honestly doesn’t know what she did wrong.
Is it a problem that I’m teasing you for being a demon?
It was a bit complicated.