223 – EP.10 Problem Child-1
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Soft texture, electronic sound that hits your ears.
Even with my eyes closed, I can tell that I am in modern times.
And when I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was not an unfamiliar ceiling,
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It is a familiar message.
“Ah… What kind of world will it be this time?”
I hear a slightly high-pitched voice in my ears.
I think it’s my voice.
My head was pounding as if I had drunk too much the day before.
It feels like the world is spinning around. I raised my heavy body, placing my palms on the mattress.
It is a dark room, not much different from closing your eyes.
– Ding dong ding dong
The loud electronic sound is heard again.
How do you move your enormous body? It took quite a bit of force just to touch the floor with my legs on the bed.
The cold temperature of the floor was transmitted through the soles of my feet.
Strengthen your arms again, raise your body and take a step.
Something catches my foot. I hear the sound of something small, like plastic, rolling on the floor.
Before solving the loud electronic sound, I pulled back the curtains to brighten the dark room.
The curtain moves, and sunlight comes in. The sunlight is more than warm.
My eyes were quite sore as they had not yet adapted to the light.
– Ding dong ding dong
I still heard the electronic sound, and I realized it was the doorbell.
When I turned to answer the call, the situation in the room illuminated by sunlight gradually came into view.
The condition of the room was exactly like a pigsty.
Same situation as when possessing the body of a middle-aged man.
Liquor bottles scattered all over the place, cigarette ash remaining on the floor and traces of the fire being extinguished.
And unidentified medicines fell from the small round plastic container and the open spout.
“What is it again this time…?”
I knew at a glance that it was not a normal person’s room, so I felt a deep sense of irritation right from the beginning.
It’s still hard because of the obsessed woman, but I hope the person being possessed is somewhat normal.
No, is it because he is a flawed person that the obsessed woman is attracted to him?
Whether the chicken or the egg came first… I have useless thoughts.
– Ding dong ding dong
I hear the doorbell ringing again.
I was lost in thought, looking back and forth between the door and the room.
I think it would be right to clean up the miserable state of this room and welcome visitors.
I put myself against the window again and look out.
A young woman stands undisturbed in front of the gate.
As the woman presses something with her finger, the doorbell rings.
– Ding dong ding dong
When there was no response from this side, the woman seemed to sigh heavily.
And then I look at the second floor where I am.
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The woman’s eyes narrowed and she rummaged through her bag.
I thought something silver would come out, and I plugged it into the gate.
With a clanking sound, the gate begins to open with a rusty metal sound.
“No, what is the symbol of ringing the doorbell when you have the key?”
The woman’s gaze was still focused on me, and she opened the front door and began to enter the house.
First, let’s clean up the room.
I hurriedly walked away from the window and looked for a bag nearby to put it in.
Of course, there were no pay-as-you-go bags in sight, so I picked up a convenience store bag lying around the room and roughly shoved the trash into it.
The small bag quickly became bulky, so I tied it up and put it in the trash can.
While I was picking up another bag and putting the trash in it, I heard the sound of the door lock on the first floor opening.
Someone entered the house, and I could feel the footsteps gradually heading towards the second floor where I was.
The large trash was removed to some extent, but the smell that remained in the room could not be helped.
I waved my hands to try to get the cigarette smell out, and I also realized that this was a meaningless action.
The sound of footsteps got closer.
As soon as I sensed someone outside, the door opened without warning.
A woman of similar height to me had her brown hair braided and down on her left side.
Her clothes were casual and gave the impression of a college student.
“Smell! What kind of smell is this?”
She frowned at me and glanced at me.
She walked forward with great strides and opened the small window wide.
When I opened her window and there was no change, she sighed and looked back at me, probably resigned.
Our eyes meet each other.
“Hello.”
I bowed my head and said hello to the sudden sense of awkwardness.
“What are you doing?”
It’s a look similar to looking at a cockroach greeting you politely.
Hmm… Isn’t this it?
As I stood there, not knowing what to do, the woman in front of me sighed and unfolded the simple chair next to her desk.
With a clanking sound, an old makeshift chair was placed on the floor, and she sat down on it.
“Of course I didn’t do my homework… And I certainly didn’t prepare for class…”
She monologued, taking out her workbook from her backpack.
“I’ll be talking alone for two hours like always…”
I was concerned about her muttering, so I pulled out the chair in front of her desk and sat down.
“…?”
She looked at me with a frown as she saw me sitting in front of her desk.
I also faced her without avoiding her gaze.
“What is this?”
She asked as if she saw something she couldn’t see.
“Isn’t that… A class?”
Ask back.
Her hand stopped taking the textbook out of her bag.
She tilted her head as if it were strange and brought her face closer to me.
She lifted her hand and placed it on my forehead.
A cold feeling chilled my forehead.
“That’s strange… I don’t have a fever?”
She muttered as if she really didn’t understand.