episode_0060

I realized it as soon as I opened my eyes.

Ah, Monday has arrived.

I have to go to school again.

I thought I would be used to it by the 6th grade, but it actually became more difficult as I entered the 6th grade.

Originally, school ended after the 4th period and we ate lunch.

Now I have to eat lunch and take an extra 2nd period class to finish.

One thing that’s fortunate is that I’ve been able to take every other Saturday off for a while now.

It is still a gradual implementation, but it will be implemented across the board in about three years. I sincerely hope that we can quickly achieve a full five-day workweek.

As the five-day workweek is being legislated in the National Assembly, the government and the Federation of Korean Industries are clashing and the conflict between the business and labor worlds is deepening, but this doesn’t really concern me as a 13-year-old.

Of course, Grandpa and Dad might have a hard time, but since they had a good time in their past life, they won’t have any problems in this life either.

As someone who knows that the five-day workweek will eventually be implemented, I hope that if it is going to be implemented, it will happen as soon as possible.

For me, it’s a great blessing to have two days off instead of one a week.

I got out of bed, stretched my growth plate and stiff back to prepare for the hard work I’d been doing today, and started getting ready for school.

After eating, showering, and getting dressed, I look at my shining face and even finish fixing my hair.

I said goodbye to my mother who came out to the front door to greet me and left the house with Ye-eun.

“”I’ll be back.””

“Take care on your way.”

Ye-eun’s journey to school began with a greeting from her mother.

I arrived at school while having an awkward conversation with Ye-eun.

After passing through the school gate, parting ways with Ye-eun, and entering the classroom, the classroom atmosphere was unusually chaotic today.

Looking at the way they were looking at me, I felt like it was because of me. But this time, I couldn’t even guess what the problem was.

First, I greeted my partner and sat down, then I asked my partner.

“The kids are looking at me. Did I do something wrong?”

“No. That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?”

“The kids say you’re a chaebol?”

As internet newspapers became active on internet portal sites, my father’s photo spread. It seems that someone recognized my father and rumors began to spread among parents.

Otherwise, my children would not know that I am the third generation of a conglomerate.

“Why is that?”

“Really?”

“So what’s the problem?”

“Are the kids just looking at me because they think I’m strange?”

“Really? It’s nothing.”

Although none of the family members went out of their way to speak out, being a chaebol wasn’t a crime and it didn’t really matter if it was known.

To be honest, I feel aggrieved that I didn’t get to benefit from my mother’s upbringing, but I don’t have any complaints either.

It’s like that now because he’s young, but when he grows up a bit, he’ll be able to enjoy the benefits of being a chaebol.

After some time, the teacher came in and after the morning roll call, the first period class began.

Now, I definitely feel like the children’s colors are becoming more vivid.

There are more children studying seriously, some are talking as usual, and others are sleeping as usual.

Of course, it was like that originally, but maybe because the children have matured a little, the depth felt by the children studying is different.

I meditated in a class atmosphere that had become much quieter.

After first period ended, some kids came up to me.

“Jaehoon.”

“Yeah, why?”

“If you’re a chaebol, do you have a lot of money at home?”

“I guess so. Why is that?”

“I was just wondering how much there was?”

“Yeah.”

Why would you be curious about such a pointless thing?

I felt like he wanted to ask me something else.

I didn’t really want to answer such a useless question, so I closed my eyes and didn’t even ask in the first place.

I hope Ye-eun is okay.

As I was thinking that I should go see Ye-eun after the next class ended, the second period started.

After passing the class that I still didn’t need to attend to meditation, it was time for a break, so I got up from my seat and headed to Ye-eun’s class.

As I entered the 4th grade hallway, I was a bit distracted, but a kid recognized me and called out to me, Ye-eun.

“Brother. Why are you here?”

“Just? No problem?”

“Huh? What’s the problem?”

“No. Listen well in class and study hard.”

Since it didn’t seem like there was any problem with Ye-eun, I said goodbye and headed back to class.

I think I should tell my mom in advance just in case.

I realized that being a chaebol didn’t really matter to the kids. The kids’ muttering soon ended.

After lunch and the last afternoon class, school was over. I got up, packed my bag, and headed home.

“Mom, I’m home~”

“Son! Are you here?”

Let’s go home. The living room computer has been replaced with a new one.

“Huh? Did you change your computer?”

“Your dad complained yesterday that he couldn’t do it because his computer wasn’t good. So you changed it?”

“What about Ye-eun?’

“Is Ye-eun playing games because she likes the computer in her room?”

“Huh? So you have four computers at home?”

“Yesterday, when we were all playing games together, only my son watched. So I bought Ye-eun’s and changed all of them so that we could all play together.”

“My room too?”

“Right?”

I went into my room, took a look at the changed computer, changed my clothes, and called my mom.

“Mom!”

“Huh?”

“Do you have something to say?”

“Huh? Really?”

Mom came into the room, closed the door, and started talking.

“Mom, there was a rumor at school that I was a chaebol?”

“Really? So what is it?”

“No. I don’t care, but I’m worried about Ye-eun.”

“Okay, I got it. Mom will look into it.”

Mom left the room with a serious expression on her face, and I turned on the new computer.

Certainly, since the 2000s, the pace of computer development has accelerated by leaps and bounds each year.

With rapid advancements in memory technology and even graphics cards, it feels like computer performance is doubling every year.

After installing a program to trade stocks and a game to play with my family, time passed quickly and my dad came home.

“Adul!”

“Why?”

“What? Are you sleeping?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“You thought my son was sleeping, so you came right away to wake him up?”

“I’m not sleeping?”

“That’s why I’m so sad.”

My dad, who thought I was sleeping and came to wake me up, turned around and left the room as if he was so sad about something. Seeing him like that, I followed him out of the room.

As soon as he got to the living room, my dad turned on the computer, sat down on the chair, and started playing a game.

“It’s time to eat, why are you playing a game?”

“You have to practice in advance to do well.”

“You’re going to lose to Mom anyway, so why are you working so hard?”

“Your mom does it better than me.”

“I saw it yesterday. It wasn’t like that?”

“Come in too, son. I’ll show you a trick!”

“Yeah.”

I went into the room to try to enter the game after seeing my father’s rare serious expression, but there was no ID.

“Mom!”

“Why, son?”

“Please log in.”

“Yeah.”

I logged in with my mom’s ID and practiced a little.

A more difficult game than you might think.

Is it because I’m using a finger I don’t normally use?

Since I knew I would lose if I played with my dad in this state, I couldn’t lose to him, so I quickly gave up on today’s game.

“Why did your son go out?”

“Is it time to eat now?”

My dad approached my mom, who was preparing the meal, and helped her, and he continued to talk to her.

“Son! We still have to play a round!”

“No. You can do it tomorrow.”

“You’re worried that your son will get hurt, right?”

“No. Are you saying this because you’re hungry?”

“Then let’s have a meal and have a game?”

I ignored my dad’s words that he was trying to play a game to beat me, so I ate and headed to my room.

Since practice is the only way to survive, I quietly call my mom, log in, and practice without my dad knowing.

My dad barged into my room after finding out I was logged into his friends list.

“Son. You said you weren’t playing games!”

“I’m just going to practice a bit and then go to sleep.”

“Let’s play a game with Dad.”

Realizing that I couldn’t run away any longer, I accepted my father’s invitation.

The one-on-one with dad has begun.

The game, which lasted about 30 minutes, was more boring than I thought.

As a result, my dad was too sloppy.

How can you not do that? If that is talent, then isn’t it a talent?

The 1-on-1 match on the map called Cardboard House ended with 18 kills and 6 deaths, effectively ending with three kills and one death.

After my one-on-one with my dad was over, I turned to him.

“Dad, why can’t you do this?”

“…..”

“I was nervous for nothing. Practice harder and then jump in. What the heck is this? It’s so trivial.”

“…..”

My dad, who didn’t know I would lose, ignored me and went into another room to play a game.

I went into the bedroom to see what my mom was doing, and she was playing a game, as if she had created another ID.

I thought that if Dad couldn’t do it, Mom could do it too, so I challenged Mom.

“Mom. How about a 1: 1 with your son?”

“Did Dad win?”

“Yeah. You’re not doing it very well, are you?”

“Sigh. Wait~ Mom will send you a friend request.”

I headed back to my room and a friend request window popped up on the screen.

After accepting, Mom invited me and the game began.

As expected, Mom was incredibly different from Dad.

Why are you hiding here and there and shooting so quickly?

Even when playing a game, they spam the chat window with “ㅋ” whenever they get a chance.

How can you take medicine so well?

While I was playing the game, wondering how my mom ended up like that, the game ended with a miserable record of 4 kills and 20 deaths, so I hurried out of the 1-on-1 room with my mom.

My dad was sloppy and my mom was like an expert.

I realized once again that I definitely need to be nice to my mom.

That’s because my mom doesn’t usually diss me.

Did you realize that your mother’s medicine-giving skills are incomparable to your father’s?

After being defeated badly by my mom, I went into Ye-eun’s room and requested a 1-on-1 match with her and played the game.

Ye-eun was about as good as me in terms of skill, and it was clear that even when it came to games, my mom was the best in our house.

And so, quietly, the game for today ended.