Ch.75My Brother (2)

I thought deeply for a moment.

What would be the most rational way, appropriate for an all-ages webtoon,

or at least within an acceptable range, to see Do Hamin’s thing?

“Oh… what’s this, Do-young? You suddenly look so focused.”

“Shh, could you be quiet for a bit? The calculations in my head are getting disrupted.”

“Huh, s-sorry. I’ll keep quiet. Sorry for disturbing your concentration.”

Don’t talk to me because I need to think about how I can legally see your willy.

With one part of my brain, I was solving the problem Do Hamin had created for me,

while with the other part, I was running simulations on how to naturally see his pride.

Huh? How am I thinking two completely different thoughts at once?

Well, that’s because Miss Ban Do-young has three heads.

First option,

I could seize the opportunity while we’re alone and execute my plan.

‘Hey, Do Hamin! Take off your pants!’

‘W-what are you saying all of a sudden!’

‘Come here!’

‘Master! Help me!’

‘Ban Do-young, are you crazy?! Never bring Hamin to this house again! Don’t you dare go near Hamin!’

Hmm, forcing it at home won’t work.

Unless it was like those Japanese light novels where both parents are on long-term business trips abroad and never show their faces at home.

In Ban Do-young’s house, her father, Mr. Ban Doche, is always present either in the second-floor residence or the first-floor dojo.

If I made a wrong move, I could be labeled a sexual harasser just for trying to confirm the size of Do Hamin’s pride.

No, objectively speaking, it would be sexual harassment.

No matter how much of a world-class beauty I am, I shouldn’t get a criminal record.

The house and dojo where Dad is always present are out of the question.

But executing the plan at school where Dad isn’t around obviously won’t work either.

‘Hey, Do Plump! Take off your pants! I’ll take a good look!’

‘W-what are you suddenly saying!’

‘Come here!’

‘Teacher, help me!’

‘Ban Do-young student! Are you in your right mind?! This is a sexual offense on school grounds—you’re expelled! Don’t ever approach Do Hamin again!’

The probability of ending up in custody would be several times faster and more certain than if I tried it at home.

There are far more eyes and ears at school.

“Forcing my way through seems difficult… too many variables come into play. Hmm. This is a tough problem. If I charge in recklessly like before, I might fall into a trap myself.”

“Wow, impressive, Do-young. Your ability to analyze problem types seems to have improved a lot.”

“What should I do when the answer is hiding behind? If you tell me the method, I think I can find the correct answer.”

I asked Do Hamin himself for advice on how to find

the most appropriate way to see his willy.

“Well… in those cases, you need to eliminate the variables that might cause the answer to hide, and set up an equation that prevents the answer from escaping. That would take less time than trying to find the answer by substituting values one by one.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Thanks for the tip.”

After hearing Do Hamin’s advice,

the trap in my initial approach became clear.

When it comes to confirming the size of his pride,

the location wasn’t important to begin with.

The conclusion of all my simulations

ended with Do Hamin fleeing and calling for help due to my forceful approach.

It was fair to say that the equation I was using to find the answer was wrong.

I shouldn’t be the one pulling it down.

Do Hamin himself needs to pull it down.

Perhaps it’s similar to the formula of pure romance stories I mentioned before.

It requires mutual, autonomous action rather than one-sided leading from either party.

But how?

What on earth would create an opportunity for the protagonist to show that in front of the heroine?

What I’m trying to do now isn’t something that should be done in a youth romance webtoon,

but an action driven purely by my personal desire.

How can I transform my selfish desire

into Do Hamin’s autonomous action?

“Hmm…”

“When you’re stuck on a solution, go back to the problem. The path to the answer is always around the problem.”

“Around it…”

What’s around me right now?

I took a deep breath and looked around.

The third floor of Miss Ban Do-young’s room, accessible only through the cumbersome process of climbing two flights of stairs.

Do Hamin and I were crouched on the floor alone in this room, with a table between us.

On the table were the problem bank Do Hamin had created for me and some simple writing tools.

Fruits and snacks that Dad had peeled for us to encourage studying.

And a zero lime soda can that Do Hamin had bought instead of paying for kendo lessons,

along with coffee that Do Hamin had prepared in case I fainted.

The answer I’m looking for is close by, as Do Hamin said.

Right there, hiding in the shadow under the table, inside the school uniform pants, sleeping peacefully.

Of course, being in the same room with a world-class beauty right now,

it might not be sleeping but standing at attention.

From what I could see, it looked like it was sleeping.

No, it had to be.

If it was standing at attention with such a protrusion, the whole point of this problem would be meaningless.

As I said before, forcing my way through should be avoided.

That wouldn’t be solving the problem—it would be like snatching the teacher’s answer sheet to see the correct answer.

“Hmm… I don’t think I can solve this with just what’s in here…”

“If you can’t figure out the answer from the clues, think about why those clues are gathered together. That might help.”

“The reason the clues are gathered…”

Textbooks, writing tools, snacks, and Do Hamin.

Why are these things gathered in my room right now?

Right, the midterm exams.

The midterm exams were the reason.

This study session started because the school said they would put students with poor midterm scores

among those who did poorly on the mock exam into mandatory evening study sessions.

I was here to avoid forced evening study by getting average scores,

and Do Hamin had given up his model student status and made a deal with Ms. Miso to create this opportunity for me.

“I see… a deal! I need to make a deal!”

“W-what? You were finally concentrating on the problem, and now you’re suddenly talking about rags?”

“No, not rags, I said deal!”

“Oh, you really did say deal. I thought you said rags…”

This bastard Do Hamin.

He clearly heard me say deal.

Did he think that if it were the real Ban Do-young,

it would be more natural for me to say “rags” rather than “deal”?

Well, he’s not wrong, but it’s slightly offensive.

I decided to let it slide this time.

I finally saw the answer I should choose.

The answer that would legitimately draw Do Hamin into my selfish desires.

‘Mom! Buy me a Nintendo!’

‘If you get 100 points, I’ll buy it for you.’

‘Okay, just wait!’

Why didn’t I think of that?

Even when I was young, I challenged my parents to WWE matches several times.

Though I rarely won.

“Wait, it’s weird to suddenly bring up deals. You can’t negotiate with problems and scores. Ban Do-young, you weren’t focusing on the problem at all, were you?”

“Do-hahaha. Fooled you again, Do Hamin.”

“I knew it… So all those questions you asked earlier were just nonsense?”

“Think what you want. But thanks to the method you taught me, I found the perfect answer for myself.”

“Sigh… and here I thought you’d finally found a way to approach exam problems.”

Do Hamin sighed deeply, holding his head.

It was a sigh that conveyed his disappointment, his expectations instantly turning into disillusionment.

“Don’t worry too much. I just found an amazing motivation method. The great Ban Do-young becomes most diligent when connected to her desires.”

“Really…?”

“Of course, want to hear what it is?”

“…I’ll listen for now.”

*thud*

I grabbed Do Hamin’s shoulders with both hands and proclaimed triumphantly.

“You said our class average for the mock exam was around 50 points, right?”

“Yes, Ms. Miso said so.”

“Then I’ll add 19 points to that.”

“Add…? To the target score?”

“Yes, my target score for this midterm is an average of 69 points.”

Like a batter predicting a home run,

I declared to Do Hamin the minimum score cutline I would achieve.

“B-but why 19 points? Wouldn’t it be better to aim for 70 by adding 20 points?”

“No, having two digits in the tens place would be suffocating. 19 points is just right.”

When it comes to numbers, people are inevitably more sensitive to the first digit than anything else.

Just like how 40,000 won seems very expensive,

but 39,800 won feels like a reasonable price.

A wall that seems precariously high but

still surmountable is most effective at drawing out a person’s desire.

“It’s good to set high goals and be passionate… but raising your average by 19 points isn’t easy. Raising your average score by 19 points means you need to get 4-5 more questions right in each subject. And those would have to be high-scoring questions.”

“That’s why I need the motivation method I just mentioned.”

The midterm subjects at Bulsa High School include the basic subjects—Korean, Math, Social Studies, Science, and English—

along with Korean History, Ethics, Home Economics, and Chinese Characters, for a total of 9 subjects.

In other words, I needed to score at least 621 points out of a total of 900 points

to reach the average of 69 points I mentioned.

For someone like me who had abandoned school studies for over 10 years,

and with the hardheaded hardware of Miss Ban Do-young’s brain, this was quite a challenge.

“From now until the midterms are over, I won’t play any weird pranks on you at school, at the dojo, or at home.”

“Y-you’d go that far?”

“If I want to show my determination without wearing a leotard, I have to do at least this much.”

“So… what exactly is this motivation method you’re talking about?”

“Huh? Hehehe…”

I raised my index finger toward the center of Do Hamin’s gaze and said:

“One wish.”

“…A wish?”

“If I achieve my target score this time, grant me one wish.”