Ch.91Call Me Brother (8)

I didn’t particularly want to call Sol-young, but the situation wasn’t ideal.

Outside, unexpected rain had everyone calling for taxis everywhere.

Moreover, I heard that while trying to catch a taxi, he had even lent his umbrella to students from his class.

So contacting Sol-young to bring the dojang’s car to school was absolutely the right choice.

Whether Sol-young understood my urgency,

or perhaps he wanted to tease me about how his morning suggestion had been right all along,

he arrived at school much faster than I had anticipated.

That alone was surprising enough.

“Do you know our teacher?”

“Yeah, we were at the same university. Different departments though.”

“…Ehhh?”

The relationship between Sol-young and Teacher Miso turned out to have existed much longer than I had thought.

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“Wow, Sol-young, you’re a good driver. So composed even on wet roads.”

“Our family runs a kendo dojang, you know. Right after finishing my college entrance exams in senior year, I got my license and drove around a lot with my dad.”

“Ah… so that’s why. I’ve been a ‘closet driver’ for five years and couldn’t possibly drive out, especially on rainy days like this.”

“Would you like me to teach you sometime?”

“Really…? You’d do that for me?”

“Of course. I have to return from leave in two weeks, so just let me know before then.”

With Sol-young behind the wheel,

I, Do Ha-min, and Teacher Miso rode in his car toward the place where Lee Jeong-gyu was supposed to be.

“The world sure is small. It’s amazing enough that you were transferred here because of the fire, but to even become Do-young’s homeroom teacher.”

“Y-yeah. It all lined up so perfectly that I didn’t believe it at first. I thought, no matter how many coincidences pile up, surely something like this couldn’t happen…”

“Come on, you could have just asked once. Like, ‘Is your brother’s name Ban Sol-young?’ You would have found out right away during personal counseling, right?”

“Do-young never talks about siblings among friends… I thought she didn’t like discussing family matters, so I didn’t ask. Especially since Do-young seems to have the demeanor of someone without siblings…”

“Hiccup.”

Indeed. That was the observant nature of a teacher who genuinely cares about her students.

While Ban Do-young in the original work came from a family of three siblings, I wasn’t like that in my original world.

The reason I never brought up family or sibling stories was

simply because I had been possessed at a point when all the siblings were elsewhere, so I had no memories of interacting with them.

“Well, that’s not wrong. Our youngest has been abroad with mom since two years ago, and I was at university before going to the military. It’s not strange that she seemed like an only child.”

“Ah! I didn’t mean it in a bad way! I meant it positively, positively! She gets along with most students without discrimination! Do-young just gives off that kind of vibe. Some students who feel lonely without siblings often have that type of personality…”

“I know, noona wouldn’t speak ill of her students. I heard from Do-young earlier that the kid we’re meeting now has been causing trouble since middle school.”

“S-still, he’s my student now, and as his homeroom teacher, I need to take care of him.”

“Sigh… See? Even in this situation, you absolutely refuse to speak badly about your students.”

Sol-young let out a deep sigh at seeing a side of her that was quite different from what he knew.

It was like attending a class reunion after ten years, hoping to meet a female classmate you’d been looking forward to seeing, only to find a small child toddling after her calling “Mommy” – that kind of deflated sigh.

In this case, does that make Lee Jeong-gyu Teacher Miso’s baby?

I should avoid thinking about it too concretely; it’s making me feel queasy.

“Our Miso noona, in the short time I haven’t seen you, you’ve completely taken on a teacher’s face.”

“T-this much is only natural! How can someone who speaks carelessly about their students be called a good teacher?”

“How do you manage to sound exactly like those overprotective mothers who defend their children? Even though you never dated once because you were too busy studying until college graduation.”

“T-t-that’s irrelevant! Saying unnecessary things in front of students…!”

“I’m just disappointed. Your fresh, innocent side is gone, replaced by this motherly image. Though you’re still innocent inside.”

But after hearing Sol-young’s sigh, I became more certain.

The feelings that Ban Sol-young harbored for Teacher Miso weren’t simply happiness at meeting an old schoolmate.

“M-my inner self is still just as fresh and innocent!”

“Oh, Teacher, are you a virgin?”

“Ban Do-young!”

And I learned one more thing.

Our teacher was a virgin.

Seeing her face turn redder than I expected,

there was no room for doubt.

“T-teacher just had her first love end in failure and wanted to be careful about the next one, which is why it’s taking time…! I-if teacher just made up her mind, anytime…”

“If you just made up your mind…?”

My and Do Ha-min’s gazes focused intensely on Teacher Miso.

Even Sol-young, who was driving, kept glancing at Teacher Miso from time to time.

“Anytime… what comes next?”

“No, this isn’t the time for such talk! Don’t bring this up again, this topic!”

I had my own prejudices that while she might not have dated much,

she would have some experience.

After all, with her brown hair and brown eyes,

always wearing brown dresses and brown shoes at school.

With her whole body screaming that her image color was brown, it was easy to make that mistake.

“Do-young, I think you should stop. Teacher Miso looks like she’s about to collapse.”

“Heung…”

“Her eyes already look like a Pikachu that can’t battle anymore.”

“That’s what makes her cute.”

“Ah, I hate to admit it, but I can’t argue with that.”

Sol-young smiled strangely as he watched Teacher Miso cover her reddened face with her hand.

Due to the filter of being Ban Do-young’s blood relative, that smirk felt quite unpleasant,

but from another perspective, it was an emotional expression I’d never seen at home before.

‘Could it be that they end up together in the original work too?’

Perhaps even this connection between the two

was part of the flow intended by <Half of Ban-do>.

It was entirely possible.

Why would Ban Do-young’s brother, who could have been written off as permanently in the military, appear now?

<Half of Ban-do> doesn’t even have an #incest tag.

Maybe it’s because he has a purpose in the current situation according to the original timeline.

At least that purpose can’t just be serving as an ATM and chauffeur when Ban Do-young is in a hurry.

Too much effort went into drawing his face for that.

“Haah… I almost fainted before we even arrived. Ban Do-young, please refrain from using such expressions or words in the future. I-I get worried, you know.”

“Yes. I was just happy that while our teacher is a teacher in everything else, in this one thing, she’s still at our level.”

“Hey, Ban Do-young…!”

“It hasn’t even been five seconds since I asked you to refrain!”

“Hehe, sorry.”

Despite using perfectly wholesome expressions,

it still seemed to be out of bounds for Teacher Miso.

“I’m sorry, Miso noona. Our family’s leaky bucket has a loose mouth. But she’s a good kid. She even called her brother for help, whom she dislikes, because she was worried her homeroom teacher might be shivering in the rain.”

“Yes, I know. I know very well. I’ve known what a caring student Do-young is since the entrance ceremony…”

-Thud

Sol-young reached his arm toward the passenger seat to shift gears,

but instead of the gear shift, his right hand grabbed Teacher Miso’s left hand.

“Eek!”

“Ah, mistake. I meant to grab the gear shift. Driving for the first time since coming on leave, I make these mistakes sometimes.”

“Whew… D-don’t scare me like that! I’m already dizzy from Do-young’s comments…!”

“Haha, sorry. Ban Do-young, I got scolded because of you.”

“This bastard….”

He definitely brushed against the gear shift with the back of his hand but deliberately went past it.

“I’m sorry, Miso noona, but you didn’t hate it that much, did you?”

“…I-I don’t know.”

“Ah, you can continue what you were saying earlier.”

“N-no, I forgot. At the next signal. Turn right at the next signal. If you’re not used to driving yet, look ahead properly instead of looking at me…!”

“Of course, Teacher Yeo Mi-so.”

Sol-young skillfully turned the steering wheel with one hand, not even looking straight ahead, as if nothing had happened.

Despite having to navigate through a rather narrow path and make a turn,

Sol-young smoothly made the right turn without paying attention to his surroundings and entered the building that was our destination.

“…Hey, Do Ha-min.”

“Huh?”

“Take out your notebook and pen.”

“S-suddenly…?”

“Watch and take notes.”

I’m your pure love brother.

Call me big bro.