episode_0051

Even though it was still spring, she wanted to show off her legs in tight shorts that clung to her, paired with a cropped hoodie that revealed her midriff unlike her long sleeves. Her brightly colored hair added to the lightness of her appearance.

Would you believe that this girl was born under the father, a professor at Hanyang University’s piano department and a master pianist in Korea, and the mother, a professor in the humanities department?

However, this defiant girl who boldly wrote “I will never listen” on her face and carried it around is none other than Baek Cheongha. The 15-year-old daughter of a professor.

Compared to Jung Siwoo, who turned 20 after his birthday, there was a five-year age difference. And a four-year age difference with Min Chaewon, who turned 19.

“That’s right, auntie.”

But does that mean Chaewon should be called an auntie? Absolutely not. How can a teenager in their twenties be called an auntie?

What kind of habit is it to call someone in their teens an auntie?

‘… I got excited without even realizing it.’

At first, it was just the exclusive frenzy of Chaewon Love Club. But at some point, I was also drawn into it.

Chaewon was angry at being called an auntie. And I was angry at Baek Cheongha for calling Chaewon an auntie.

On top of that, as memories of Baek Cheongha’s past misdeeds came to mind, my anger multiplied exponentially. So the me in the mirror was the angriest version of Min Chaewon I had ever seen.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking to say that. I’m only nineteen now.”

“I’m fifteen? Auntie, right?”

What is this unbeatable, invincible logic?

A four-year age difference is a gap that can only be bridged by being born again.

No matter what Chaewon says here, I can’t win.

‘But I can’t just sit and listen.’

To calm Chaewon down, I have to scold Baek Cheongha sharply.

But if I let my emotions take over, I will definitely lose. The only time I beat Baek Cheongha was just once while living as Jung Siwoo.

‘Except for the time I threw her on the bed after she kept provoking me….’

After that, she didn’t bother me, even though she didn’t come near me. I don’t know how much I suffered until then.

She is more like a beast than a dog Strelka. True to her instincts, she is independent, and having been raised so freely, she has thrown away her humanity.

…Oh, this makes me look like I’m insulting the professors.

Yeah, let’s just say Baek Cheongha is a sudden mutation that has reversed evolution.

She is a primitive being that will take much longer to educate in human society than Strelka.

‘She was pretty until she was seven.’

Did she make friends with bad kids when she entered elementary school? From then on, she started to bother me whenever she had the chance.

Since I didn’t know much about dating and couldn’t understand the emotions of the opposite sex, at first, I thought, ‘Does she like me?’

So I asked her outright, “Do you like me?”

Enraged, Baek Cheongha bravely ran out, grabbed a baton that was rolling around somewhere in the house, and started hitting me wildly.

After all, how strong can an 8-year-old swing be? But as I resisted, the power gradually increased, and eventually, in a frenzy, she smacked my butt with a conductor’s snap.

I thought it was hopeless, so I asked the professors and my parents for help. If I kept getting hit harder than a beating, I thought.

After that day, she calmed down a bit. But as she grew older. As I got older. Baek Cheongha kept annoying me incessantly.

If you have siblings, is this what it feels like? The internet story that siblings can only fight to the death is truly accurate.

No way. Those liars who said they were close with their younger siblings and bathed together must be reborn as siblings.

Bathing together? If there’s a reason for doing it together, it’s probably to poke each other’s backs while shampooing.

‘For now….’

Shall we lightly attack?

It’s not Jung Siwoo, but Min Chaewon.

She might show a different side than usual.

“If I’m an ajumma, then you’re an ajumma too.”

“What are you saying? I’m still young and firm, you know?”

Young and firm. Not words suitable for a fifteen-year-old kid.

Who did she learn that from? Could it be the professor?

“If we’re going by that logic, then I’m young and firm too. Want to see?”

Apologizing in advance to Chaewon, I lightly jumped. As I did, the chest muscles popped up and rhythmically swayed up and down.

“See?”

“Ugh. Ugh, you troublesome ajumma!”

“Who’s the troublesome one?!”

By the way, cursed with being born with a flat A-cup, no matter how much effort I put in, they wouldn’t grow.

Trying to wear new clothes but they didn’t fit, I cried every time that my mom’s genes didn’t come to me.

Even though I didn’t want to hear it because the rooms were connected, I ended up hearing it every time.

It was so tiresome.

Calling Chaewon a pig after seeing her chest muscles, I used it as a means of attack out of curiosity.

“You’re like that. You can’t tell front from back, can you? Ah. This side is the back, right?”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh.”

“If you can’t tell front from back, just call me a pig. Hehe.”

“You pig! Wicked old woman!”

It’s effective.

The ajumma has now evolved into a grandmother.

A 19-year-old grandmother. Interesting.

But the conversation is too childish for me to watch.

I feel like if I continue this fight, even my mental age will deteriorate.

The other middle schoolers I know are pondering about what life is and searching for the Black Dragon of their right hand. Why is it that I, who still wears white, can’t move on from elementary school days?

Maybe I was too lenient. I was too indulgent.

“You’re also at fault.”

“… Yes. I guess I have to admit it.”

“Sometimes get angry too. These days, whenever I say something, you come running to me.”

“Ahaha….”

It was cute until elementary school, but it was a big problem that didn’t change even after becoming a middle schooler.

So the professor changed the approach and started scolding or disciplining more seriously, and every time, I would stand up as a shield and run away.

What power did I have at that time? We got along like siblings, but Baekcheong was definitely the professor’s daughter. It felt like looking at royal blood from a commoner’s perspective.

I endured and endured until the end. I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I threw it on the bed. If Baekcheong had been a little smarter, I might have been treated like a slave for life.

“Even if it’s for the professor’s sake… I have to reset… my life….”

Now I can pass it off as “cute,” but if it goes further from here, it’s a big problem.

Who will it be for the professor’s reputation, and who will grab the ankle of Jung Siwoo, who will become a famous pianist in the future.

That must be avoided.

“How did I reset my life.”

How many bomb-like women are hanging around here?

It’s important to make Baekcheong come to her senses, as well as to provoke Yoon Jiyu.

In that case, how about that.

Since the professor and Baekcheong had a falling out.

“Should I take the position of Baekcheong’s private tutor?”

Jung Siwoo can focus more on piano practice by getting rid of one annoying thing. Baekcheong can use it as an opportunity to overcome her dependency on Jung Siwoo. It’s a win-win situation.

Yoon Jiyu and Baekcheong. The sound of a red light coming into my life where I was thinking of living more leisurely is heard.

What can I do? If I, who knows the future, don’t step up, the past me is bound to make the same mistake.

Today, I should break up properly and talk to the professor.

Since she looks at me slightly higher than Jung Siwoo, I don’t think she will reject my proposal.

“What are you looking at?”

I’ll have to scold this rude brat who’s speaking informally as soon as we meet.

So, how should I handle this?

Should I go all out like when Jung Siwoo scared me?

“Why, why are you like this? Don’t come any closer!”

With a dangerous smile, I slowly pushed Baek Cheongha into the bathroom stall.

She tried to close the door, but I was taller and stronger. I grabbed the door and pushed gently.

Surprised that the door didn’t move, Baek Cheongha trembled and stepped back. She growled like a Chihuahua, but it wasn’t scary at all.

Click. The bathroom stall locked.

Baek Cheongha swallowed nervously.

“What, what are you trying to do? Are you a pervert? Is that it?”

Thud!

“Eek!”

My outstretched palm hit the wall.

My palm stung, but I held back and muttered while looking down at Baek Cheongha.

“I’m not trying to do anything. I just wanted to tell you one thing.”

“….”

The confident Baek Cheongha from earlier was now very meek.

Just like when I threw her onto the bed. Even Baek Cheongha, who shoots a machine gun with her mouth, easily gets scared when faced with real danger. A talkative coward.

“Whether I’m an old lady, a grandmother, a demon, or a younger sibling. It’s common courtesy to use formal language with someone you’ve just met. Don’t you know that? Didn’t your parents teach you?”

“Oh, you know?!”

“Then why are you doing that to me?”

“I-I…”

Baek Cheongha squealed.

“You, you!! With Siwoo oppa… being so close…!”

Squeal.

“So, so! Who said you could be that close?! You’re not even my girlfriend! Huh?”

Squeal.

“Is that it? You’re trying to seduce my oppa? I know everything! But I won’t give up! He’s mine!!”

I staggered back and leaned against the bathroom door.

“You’re young! Don’t underestimate… me. I’m… grown up enough… not just because my chest is big!!”

I said I don’t like it.

“Do you… like Siwoo?”

“I like him! I like him a lot more than you!”

You’ve been saying for years that you’re just teasing me, you crazy woman.