0. Maybe
Lee Si-woo.
A very ordinary name, if ordinary.
A name that appears so often in novels that you might be mistaken for having seen it somewhere.
And a name that is also my name.
Of course, that doesn’t mean I have any complaints.
I can’t be dissatisfied with the name my parents gave me.
Should I just say that I think about it from time to time?
Perhaps, the place where I am standing right now is in the middle of a novel.
Perhaps, the people and landscapes I’m looking at now are just ideas created by someone else.
I thought I would have nothing to say if I asked if I couldn’t cure my middle school two after turning 20.
Even if I think about it, I’m thinking of thinking of young children of that age.
But, even so.
I couldn’t help but think of something similar today.
“Lee Siu! Did you oversleep while playing games again?!”
[Siwoo wakes up late today too… Aren’t you sick somewhere?]
Perhaps this absurd situation happened because I was a character in the novel. Do.
“······Sorry, I’m a little late today.”
“If you’re sorry, move quickly from next time. It’s not even a day or two that I’ve waited like this.”
“····.”
“Okay? Answer me if you know.”
“Yes.”
“Okay, that’s it.”
[You wouldn’t be offended if I said this, right? I’m sorry, Siwoo.]
Otherwise, this typical La Novel-like situation would not only happen to me.
“I’ll be careful next time.”
“Heh, answer well. Keep your promise.”
“Yeah, sorry.”
[Siwoo apologized to me. Actually, I wasn’t particularly angry…]
[What should I say, I’m not angry right now?]
It was difficult to judge whether this was a good thing or not.
At some point, I started to see the inner feelings of my childhood friend.
Heheheheehehehehehehehehe looks good
Looks interesting.