episode_0019

A noisy class.

It’s been a week since we started going to school.

My presence here is virtually zero.

Sometimes the kids would talk to me, but maybe it was because I had spent two years at kindergarten alone so well.

I just can’t get along. My mom always says I wish I had some friends, so I should make some friends that I can talk to my mom about to save face, but the only person I talk to is my partner who is in the early stages of princess syndrome.

However, Shin Yuri, who is in the early stages of her princess syndrome, shows no signs of getting better.

Looking closely at her clothes, her hairband, and even her appearance for a few days, it seems she is not just a fan of Snow White, but a huge fan.

So, I’m trying my best to distance myself from this child.

Of course, there’s Hwang Min-ha in the backseat, but he’s also a fairly quiet kid, so I don’t see him often because he’s in the backseat, but he doesn’t seem to have any friends like I do.

When it’s break time, my partner Shin Yuri goes to attend a princess club meeting, and the boy sitting behind me always disappears, so I guess he must be popular and go out to hang out with his friends.

So, during break time, Hwang Min-ha and I sit in our seats all day, except for going to the bathroom, taking classes, eating, taking classes, and then going home.

Of course, I don’t see Hwang Min-ha all day, so it might not be true, but I wonder if Assa recognizes Assa. To me, he smells like a similar species to me.

At first, I was confused because I didn’t have enough time, but as I continued to do this routine, I got used to it and it became a natural part of my daily routine.

When I go home after school, I always greet my mom who welcomes me warmly, and my mom asks me every single day since I started going to school if I have any friends.

Then I always say, it will happen someday.

Then, leaving my mother’s compassionate gaze behind me, I go into my room and check the stocks.

Today’s KOSPI index is 846, KOSDAQ index is 866. The return is 15%. Hehe..

I definitely feel like the time to sell is approaching.

When I told my mother this good news, she showed an ambiguous expression that was a mixture of laughter and sadness, as if she was happy that her son was making money through stocks, but sad that he wasn’t able to get a kiss.

Then, just like every other day, I say goodbye to my mom and leave the house to go to the boxing gym.

A week passed by, with each day being the same. Of course, there were occasional tantrums and tantrums from my dad, and some difficult conversations with my mom, but other than that, I think my daily routine was the same.

Today is finally the day to learn boxing techniques.

I opened the door with excitement at finally learning the skill.

“Sister, I’m here.”

“Oh. The little one’s here~?”

After putting my shoes in the shoe rack, I looked at my positive older sister and saw her lying down on the ring, writing something.

“Huh? What are you writing?”

“Huh? I’m studying?”

“Is it your sister?”

“Shouldn’t I study?”

“No, that’s not it. It’s just unexpected. It feels like a real thing?”

“Do you know how old your older sister is?”

“Twenty one..?“

“Oh. How did you know?”

“You can tell just by looking at it.”

As I was about to feel proud that the regressor’s vision was truly amazing, I heard some ridiculous words.

“Huh. Sister, you’re nineteen?”

“Huh? Why?”

“Why? Ask the manager”

“Why is the manager suddenly here?”

“Because he’s my dad?”

“Aha? But you don’t go to school?”

“I dropped out of school to do sports and took the GED exam?”

“But why do you study?”

“If you want to go to physical education school, you have to study at least the basics. Let’s get started. Today, let’s start with running, right?”

“Aren’t you learning skills starting today?”

“After completing the basic exercises, learn with the remaining strength. First, run.”

My positive older sister tapped my shoulder and started running first. It was always like this. Instead of just telling me to do something and sitting still, my older sister taught me all the exercises and did them with me.

Maybe that’s why, even though I’ve only known him for a week, he’s closer to me than Minjun, whom I’ve known for three years, and more trustworthy than my father.

It may be because our mental ages are somewhat similar, but she is a positive older sister that I like as a person, not as a rational person.

I knew that this kind of one-on-one coaching for 200,000 won per three months was done with good intentions, so seeing him studying made me want to help him out a little.

But how can an eight-year-old teach a nineteen-year-old to study? It might be impossible, but it’s possible. I spoke to my older sister while running.

“Do you believe in geniuses, Sister?”

“Do you think all the kids in the arts and physical education department will believe it?”

“Why?”

“Sometimes monsters appear.”

I think this is probably referring to me. I think it might be helpful to my positive older sister.

“Isn’t it hard to study alone?”

“I tried going to a private academy. I didn’t understand the content and it was a waste of money. Private lessons are too expensive. What am I talking about to a child? Anyway, that’s how it is. But today, you’re more interested in my older sister?”

“Sister. You don’t like Snow White, do you?”

“Sister, are you more like Dofighting than Snow White?”

Do Fighting! I guess I really like people. I think it would be okay to teach them how to study.

“Sister. Do you want to learn from me?”

“Tsk tsk. You? Aren’t you ignoring me too much? Are you saying that to make me a little angry?”

“My older sister said earlier that she believed in geniuses, but she said that monster-like kids would come out”

“You’re a genius?”

“Don’t you feel like a genius just by looking at it?“

”What is that? Ten years of dissatisfaction with the gentleman? Didn’t it seem a bit like that when you were talking about that? Why are you pretending to have something when you have an aftereffect? ”

“…..”

“You don’t seem to be joking, but are you serious?”

“Sister. It was the workbook earlier, right? “

“Right? Heh heh, are you going to try to solve it?”

“Instead, you have to keep it a secret for the rest of your life that I’m teaching you how to study or that you’re a genius. Okay?”

“Just let it go. If you do, I’ll bet you a gym membership and keep it a secret for the rest of your life.”

“Oh, is this your gym sister’s?”

“No? It’s daddy’s?”

“…..”

I’m suddenly confused. Write… Can I trust you?

My sister and I stopped running and headed to the workbook on the ring.

“What subject is it?”

“Give me anything and I’ll try to solve it.”

“If I say something like, “You believed it when I gave it to you?”, is that really true?”

“No. It’s not true. Just give it to me.”

When I received the workbook my older sister gave me, I found that the problems were easy to solve.

“Calculus? Can I just write the equation and answer here?”

My sister looked at me with wide eyes. I haven’t seen her in a long time, but this was the first time I’ve seen her expression like this. Was she that surprised?

Well, even if I were on the other side, I think it would have been surprising.

“Okay! Write it down in this notebook.”

The serious, positive older sister’s voice has gotten slightly thicker.

I wrote the formula and answer right in my notebook and handed it to my older sister.

“What? Really? I’m worse at studying than an elementary school student?”

A positive older sister who checks the answer sheet to see if she can believe it.

“Pfft! If you ignore elementary school kids these days, you’ll be in big trouble.”

It was more fun than I thought as it was my first time experiencing something like this.

“Try solving this too.”

I solved several problems that were hard to believe, and only then did my sister begin to believe me.

“But why are you helping me study?”

”Honestly, you didn’t need me to do this much exercise. Who helps you one-on-one like this? I’m grateful.“

”Oh. Really?”

“I feel tired after working out and other people might come, so how about I help you study first and then you help me work out?”

“But can you tell me what you know? Knowing something and telling something are different things, right?”

I regressed because of my many tutoring experiences. This was a difficult problem that I couldn’t explain.

”Isn’t it better than most private tutoring?“

“Okay. Then I’ll learn it starting tomorrow.”

Tomorrow’s tutoring is tomorrow’s problem and exercise has started again.

After finishing my running and doing 3 sets of push-ups, sit-ups, and bodyweight squats, it was finally time to learn some boxing techniques.

“First, I’m going to do the basic punch. Watch carefully. This is a jab. This is a hook. And this is an uppercut. Do you get it?”

I followed the pose my older sister showed me and did the same.

“Jab hook upper, right?”

“What? Usually at first, your posture is awkward and you can’t use your legs or waist?”

“I said you’re a genius?”

“Look. Try doing it again like this.”

“Like this?”

“Good job. Then this is a left hook right hook.”

“Left hook right hook.”

“Are you good? But you still need to get used to it, so today, just practice the jabs and hooks while taking the steps.”

“Yes.”

After practicing basic punches for about an hour, and with my older sister right next to me correcting any slight deviations in my posture, the first day of boxing technique seemed to be coming to an end.

“Little one.”

“Yes?”

“What is your identity?”

“…..”

“At first, I thought he was a smart kid who imitated adults? But from the second day on, the more I watched him, the more I felt that he was different. The way he studied and the way he studied were different. The feeling itself was different”

“I said you’re a genius?”

”…..“

A positive older sister who looks at me intently.

”Then what do you think my identity is?“

I was inwardly embarrassed, but I tried my best to remain calm and ask so as not to show it.

”Dragon polymorph?”

“…..”

I could only look at my sister with cold eyes.

“Sister. Please stop reading comics.”