Sunday evening.

    I logged on to the game for a while before going to sleep.

    I also have to do my daily homework.

    Because I have to do Shuboma and voice as well.

    [Why did you come so late today? You didn’t come here to hang out with friends, right?]

    “You said you were coming here to work part-time.”

    [Oh right. It was like that, right? I almost felt betrayed because I thought it was an insider pretending to be an Asa.]

    I feel betrayed over something so trivial.

    In the first place, I never said anything.

    Of course, it’s okay.

    [But what kind of part-time job is this? I didn’t tell you that far.]

    “Do you know that it is transporting magic stones?”

    [Transportation of magic stones? You did that hard work?]

    “Yes. I was a little worried at first because it was a notorious part-time job, but when I actually tried it, I found that it was quite worth it.”

    [Be honest.]

    “What.”

    [You ran away.]

    “What are you talking about? Why am I running away? It was worth doing.”

    [I don’t believe it. You’re the kind of guy who would have run away for 10 seconds just by looking at me.]

    “What on earth are you thinking of me…”

    It seems that my image to Shuboma is not that good.

    A gloomy and ugly bastard who stays indoors.

    It seemed like he was thinking roughly something like this.

    [Think about it. How does a person who makes easy money by playing games do difficult work like transporting magic stones?

    “You can’t do it. I am different.”

    [It felt like the remark was just ignoring me.]

    “You ignored it first.”

    [That’s true… No, but you really went all the way transporting the magic stone?]

    “Why can’t you trust people like this? Would I really lie about something like this? So what is the benefit?”

    [···You seem to have a bit of patience?]

    “There is no such thing.”

    [I see something again. I feel a bit of betrayal.]

    “Why do I feel betrayed again?”

    [I thought he was the same person as me, but when I found out that he was a decent member of society who could earn money by working honestly, I naturally felt betrayed.]

    “The more I look at it, the more I feel it… I think you should join hands with me and go to a mental hospital.”

    [I’m already in a mental hospital.]

    “···Huh?”

    [Didn’t you tell me? For various reasons, I am receiving medication regularly at a mental hospital.]

    It was the first time I knew this.

    I had no idea that Shuboma also had a story.

    Well, without any reason.

    There’s no way I could make a living by playing games.

    Maybe she too has similar pain as me.

    [But why you?]

    “What?”

    [They say you need to go to a mental hospital too.]

    “Ah.”

    Shuboma was comfortable so I said it without realizing it.

    I’ve been intentionally not talking until now.

    It was because I was worried that the atmosphere would become awkward.

    However, now I have become quite friendly with Shuboma.

    I thought it would be okay to talk openly now.

    After thinking briefly, I slowly opened my mouth.

    “···Because of trauma, I want to get some treatment.”

    [iced coffee. You also had a trauma… For no reason, I feel a sense of kinship again.]

    “Are you also taking medicine because of trauma?”

    [huh. Some bad things happened in the past.]

    I also felt a sense of kinship.

    Among the people I’ve met so far.

    I think Shuboma is the person who suits me best.

    ‘Later, when we get closer, I’ll ask him to recommend a mental hospital.’

    When I was swallowing those thoughts inside.

    Schwoma’s voice came again from beyond the headset.

    [Hey. Did you develop gynophobia because of trauma?]

    “That’s right.”

    [ah. That’s right, sorry… I thought you had a hard time with women simply because you were ugly.]

    Shuboma has finally learned the truth.

    I wondered if the misunderstanding would be resolved naturally like this.

    [There were bigger reasons other than being ugly…]

    I still thought I was ugly.

    done. Let’s just not talk.

    Shuboma said he hates good-looking people, so he’ll have to take this secret to his grave.

    He thinks so, so what can he do?

    This is not cheating on her.

    Because I have never said with my own mouth that I am ugly.

    *

    *

    *

    I enjoyed the game for about 2 hours.

    And then I decided to turn off the computer.

    Because I am no longer unemployed but a student.

    I have to go to bed early to go to the academy tomorrow.

    “I’m going to go to sleep.”

    [already? It’s not even morning yet?]

    “Tomorrow is a weekday.”

    [Oh, that’s right. I didn’t know because I lost sense of the day of the week. Then come back tomorrow afternoon. Turn the bus around.]

    “You can’t come in the afternoon. Because I’m busy.”

    [Why are you always busy? I heard you only work part-time on weekends? What on earth does an unemployed person do on weekdays to be so busy? If you look at it, you only log in every evening these days.]

    Come to think of it, I haven’t told you yet.

    The fact that I attend Hunter Academy.

    There’s no need to hide it.

    “I am attending Hunter Academy starting this month.”

    [·······.]

    “Why are you suddenly silent?”

    [Oh, no… If you go to the academy, you’ll be busy. See you in the evening then.]

    The reaction was different than expected.

    This was my first time knowing that he was a mysterious person.

    It’s surprising that he wants to become a hunter.

    I knew there would be the same reaction.

    [Then, have a nice trip tomorrow…]

    “Uh, okay… See you tomorrow.”

    We awkwardly greeted each other and ended the Voice.

    It was an uneasy ending for some reason.

    ***

    Monday morning on the way to school.

    “Nya!”

    I met a cat in an alley.

    It was the cat that ran away in surprise when I recklessly hugged it.

    ‘I wasn’t even expecting it…’

    I was thrilled.

    It’s already been a week since I haven’t seen him.

    In other words, it was a reunion after a week.

    In fact, I had semi-given up until now.

    I was despondent because I thought we wouldn’t be able to meet again.

    ‘Let’s take it out quickly first.’

    I quickly rummaged through my bag.

    Then, I found the cat treats and cat treats I had packed in my bag a week ago and took them out.

    “Cat. Come to work.”

    “Meow.”

    A cat slowly approaches me.

    It doesn’t seem like they are wary of me.

    It seems like you completely forgot what happened last time.

    ‘I’m glad.’

    I breathed a sigh of relief.

    I hated being hated by that guy.

    ‘Let’s never make a mistake like last time.’

    First of all, hugging is prohibited.

    Because this cat hates excessive skinship.

    I had to stroke it carefully and with the utmost care.

    I squatted down in my seat and held out the bowl towards the cat.

    There are very few cats that don’t like this.

    “Nyaa···.”

    A cat with a slightly embarrassed expression.

    Could this be a special case of someone who hates chur?

    I looked at the cat with nervousness.

    “Meow…”

    It looks like something is sighing.

    The cat hesitated for a moment, then approached with cute steps and stuck out its tongue.

    “Chureup, chup···. Chuwup···.”

    “You’re eating well. Is it delicious?”

    “Meow.”

    The sight of them eating was also insanely cute.

    It made me wonder if such a perfect creature could exist in the world.

    ‘ah. I really want to hug you.’

    I could barely resist the urge.

    Hasty action can cause relationships to deteriorate.

    Let’s not be impatient.

    In this way, the relationship is slowly narrowed.

    Later, if you become closer, you won’t run away even if you hug and play with him.

    I was already looking forward to that day.

    I don’t know when that will happen.

    After the cat finished eating the churro.

    “Nya!”

    Without even looking back.

    He climbed over the wall and suddenly left the place.

    As expected, he was a creature with a free spirit.

    ***

    17th Academy Class 3.

    Students rush into the classroom.

    Kang Ha-hwi has yet to go to school.

    The female students in the class looked at Ha-Hwi Kang’s empty seat and, as usual, were busy talking about Ha-Hwi Kang today.

    “Ha-hwi hasn’t arrived yet. I want to see you soon.”

    “Ha-hwi always goes to school at the perfect time.”

    “Is your house a bit far away?”

    “Did you see the photo of Ha Hwi posted in the bamboo forest yesterday?”

    “Of course I saw it. Even though it was filmed secretly, it came out really well.”

    “But isn’t voyeurism a crime?”

    “That wasn’t filmed secretly. I heard they just took the picture from afar with permission.”

    “Hey. Ha-hwi greeted me first last Friday? Are you jealous?”

    “Damn. Why do I say hello to you?”

    “Is Ha-Hwi’s phone broken? You don’t reply to my message even once…”

    “Have you had a private conversation with Ha-hwi?”

    “···No? Why?”

    “Would you reply to a text message from a person you haven’t actually talked to? Think about it.”

    “Then why did you exchange numbers…? Didn’t we exchange because Ha-hwi was interested in me too?”

    “You just did it out of pity, what meaning is it giving it? Besides you, I gave everyone else’s number too.”

    “No, why are you making such a fuss by giving me hope for no reason… Ha-hwi is also at fault for torturing Hope…”

    “Thinking is exactly like a stalker’s mindset. A dismal bitch.”

    “They only talk about Kang Ha-hwi. It’s very popular too.”

    “It deserves to be popular. Because he’s handsome.”

    “Your personality is not that great.”

    “Face rather than personality.”

    The seat next to Kang Ha-hwi.

    Seo Yi-eung, who had just arrived at the classroom, snorted as she heard the female students murmuring.

    ‘Poor bitches. ‘I exchange text messages naturally with Kang Ha-hwi.’

    The corners of Seo Yi-eung’s mouth rose slightly.

    Because somehow I felt like I had won.

    “Over there…”

    Seo Yi-eung raised his head when he heard a voice calling him.

    The person who spoke was Isabella Chambers.

    Seo Yi-eung answered bluntly.

    “Why.”

    “There’s something jelly-like around your mouth, so I wanted to let you know.”

    After hearing that.

    When Seo Yi-eung traced the area around his lips with his finger, a thick liquid came out.

    “Ah.”

    Seo Yi-eung quickly turned his head.

    Then he said, wiping his mouth thoroughly with a handkerchief.

    “···Thank you.”

    “No. But what did you eat?”

    “Chu···.”

    “Chu?”

    “Chu, Chupa Chups…”

    Isabella tilted her head.

    I don’t think it was a lump of candy.

    Why are you lying?

    I had my doubts, but since we weren’t really close friends, I didn’t ask any further questions.

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