episode_0033

To be honest, it took a lot of courage to say that my gender in my past life was different from my current gender.

I guess Narin and I eat together, shower together, sleep together, and even climb on each other’s chests.

Since Narin accepted me as her younger sister, I truly think of Narin as family without any selfish motives.

From the perspective of someone who has accepted the situation, it is quite predictable that the child they adopted as their younger sister would feel ambiguous if they had such doubts about whether the child they adopted as their younger sister was actually a boy.

So I tried to blurt out my past life. I just vaguely said I didn’t remember much, like my mother and my age.

Fortunately, Na-rin believed me when I said that my memories weren’t perfect. Wouldn’t it be more amazing if she believed that I was reincarnated in the first place?

“Whew. Hamshik-ah, lying seems like something I really can’t do. My heart is pounding right now.”

So now that the call was over, I put the phone down and started patting Hamshik’s back as he was just finishing his meal and licking his bowl.

I think that if I touch the slightly rough yet soft fur of the hamster, this trembling will stop a bit.

Hamshik looked at me like I was pathetic. No, he looks at me like that all the time.

Is it just his expression? Or is he acting like that because he really thinks I look pathetic? It’s really hard to tell.

It would be great if Hamshik could speak human language. Oh, of course, there are things I confess like this because I can’t speak human language.

Anyway, just like I had advised Narin, I pretended to be my friend from my past life and wrote a comment to my mother from my past life.

He was a friend from my school days, but I couldn’t get in touch with him for some reason, so I looked him up and he said he didn’t know he had passed away. He asked if it would be okay if I visited him.

He must have gone to a good place because he was such a good kid that he stayed on the front lines until the end and sacrificed himself so that other soldiers could retreat.

After commenting like that, I took a deep breath.

Phew. This is the second lie I’ve told in this life. And this time, I even painted my face with gold.

To be honest, by that time, I wasn’t taking the morphine that the medical unit had given me because of me. I would vomit blood when I was bored, and I would wake up in the middle of the night feeling like my stomach was going to burst.

I didn’t want to be in pain anymore, and I thought I should do what I could for the people who were kind to me, so I left with my limbs.

You probably don’t know that. Because I didn’t say I wanted to die because I was sorry.

Some may have guessed why I did it, but the reality is that it’s hard to spit on someone who died after doing good deeds. There probably wouldn’t have even been rumors about it.

Anyway, I don’t think anyone has seen what I wrote this time, but my hands were curled up for no reason and I rolled around on the sink.

Roll, roll, flap. Hamshik’s gaze, which was seeing something bizarre, became more intense.

“Eww. Hamshik. What should I do? I’m so embarrassed. I pretended to be someone else and wrote a post praising myself.”

But Hamshik ignored my complaints and jumped down from the sink. That bastard understands everything I say, but he pretends not to know at times like this.

I’m going to get revenge. I’ll do the dishes and follow Hamshik, and when he’s about to take a nap, I’ll turn on the rhythm game.

I installed the game that Narin told me about, and also installed a rhythm game for exercise. It’s a very simple game where you just have to tap the notes that come down to the beat of the music, but to me, it’s a full-body workout.

Hamshik grooms himself after eating, and then takes a nap. And then he plays a rhythm game right next to me. Just get a taste of the noise pollution.

While I was doing the dishes, Hamshik was already dozing off inside his new box hideaway.

I think of the house I built as my home, so I think I go there to sleep at night. But I don’t know why I go there to sleep.

Well, anyway, it’s good. I can just turn on the rhythm game in front of Hamshik’s hideout.

Follow me. Following the sound of the game turning on, background music flowed from the phone. As if that wasn’t enough, Hamshik continued to sleep.

It’s strange. The sound from outside wakes me up like a knife even when I’m sleeping.

It’s only after crawling all the way to the front door and confirming that the sound of footsteps is moving away from our house that we realize that our destination is not our house and we start over. That’s how Hamshik is.

That sweet-eared hamster doesn’t wake up to the sound of a rhythm game? This is a bit strange.

Maybe it’s not so noisy yet? Sometimes, you know, you’re in such a deep sleep that even a loud noise won’t wake you up.

So I turned up the volume and put on the most exciting music. The song title itself is Play Harder. It means having fun.

Boxes were falling down from the top of the phone screen. All I had to do was hit them with my palm at the right time when they hit the line at the bottom of the screen.

It was an intuitive and simple game, but at the same time, it was not easy. It required body vision, reaction speed, and precision in pressing the notes at exactly the right time.

But maybe because my body was smaller, I was able to press the notes at the exact right time to match the music.

I glanced at Hamshik, who was tapping on the things that came down in time to the rap part that I couldn’t even understand, and now Hamshik was sticking his head out of the box to find the cause of the noise between floors.

Oh, this isn’t noise between floors. What should I call it? Anyway, it’s noise pollution.

It was cute that Hamshik opened his eyes half-asleep, but it was a shame that I couldn’t pet Hamshik because the rhythm game had already started.

So instead, I gave Hamshik a bashful smile.

“Hehe, isn’t the song exciting? You won’t be able to sleep, right?”

Perhaps curious about what I was doing, Hamshik stared at me, my nose prickled, as I tapped away at the screen of my phone.

But perhaps it didn’t seem like much fun to see me swinging my arms around. Hamshik quickly lost interest and left.

Oh, I hadn’t thought of that. Could it be that it’s noisy here, so he’s trying to go somewhere else to sleep?

Just follow me twice and let me play along. If you follow me three times, I might get really mad, so I’ll let it be a joke the first two times.

So I paused the song, picked up my phone, and followed Hamshik.

Hamshik, who couldn’t seem to find a place to get away from me, was climbing up the box placed in front of the front door for the recycling separation of Narin.

It would be better if she went under Narin’s blanket so she wouldn’t hear it anymore. Did she not think of that, or did she not want to invade Narin’s territory?

Anyway, if we hold out in front of the box, Hamshik will come out. I wonder where he’ll run off to next.

Again, I turned on the rhythm game and excitedly tapped the screen. The music gradually rose in intensity and the chorus began to play.

Hamsik came out of the box holding an empty 500ml plastic bottle.

It looks like Narin drank the water and threw it away. Is there a reason why she brought it out? Huh? Are you trying to hit me with that?

Just as I was about to reflect on whether I had been too loud, when the chorus of the song ended and the intro began, Hamsik suddenly put the opening of a plastic bottle in his mouth and started shaking it.

Shaking. His neck and waist shook from side to side as he shook the plastic bottle that was bigger than his body, and his hands kept lifting off the floor as he tried to maintain his balance.

“Poohahaha, is Hamshik dancing? Is he excited?”

Is it really true that Hamshik listens to music and dances? It was so amazing that I had to pause the music.

As soon as he did that, Hamshik stopped moving and dropped the plastic bottle. Then he stared at me, as if he was telling me to turn on some music right away.

“Okay, okay. Let’s have fun exercising!”

I’m already a ham-eater who overeats all the time. I need to exercise this much so I don’t turn into a pig. Oh, should I call it a pig?

I turned on the music again, and Hamshik started shaking the bottle excitedly, biting the bottle’s opening as if he had dropped it.

I used to feel sad because we were always playing separately. Can good music break down national boundaries and even transcend races?

It was so much fun playing with Hamshik like this that I was sad that I couldn’t show it to Nalin.

Since I have to play music on my phone, I can’t take a video.

There’s nothing I can do. I have to show it to Narin when she gets off work.

I played a rhythm game, and Hamshik danced. After listening to two songs, we were exhausted and slowly crawled into the house I had built.

Hamshik must have had a hard time, because he couldn’t even go up to the second floor and went into the small house on the first floor and curled up.

I was just as tired, so I crawled under Hamshik’s belly and covered myself with it like a blanket.

There’s no separate cotton blanket. If I just take a nap like this and wake up, Narin will come back, right?

I was full of anticipation and took a cozy nap with Hamsik.

Of course, Hamshik was the first to wake up from his sweet nap. He heard footsteps outside and ran to the front door.

I was momentarily distracted, but I quickly came to my senses and prepared my phone because I had something to show Na-rin.

I was waiting for Na-rin to return with Ham-shik, and when I heard the sound of the password being entered, I got excited and turned on the rhythm game.

Beep beep beep beep. Ring. The door opens with a pleasant sound and Narin comes in. At that, I spoke to Narin in a state of extreme excitement.

“Narin-ee unnie, Narin-ee unnie! Hamshik-ee is dancing! Look! ”

I played the same exciting music I played during the day. But this time, Hamshik didn’t even pretend to listen to the song.

I thought maybe it wasn’t that fun because it was the same song, so I played a different song and it was the same.

“Eww. Hamshik, we danced together so happily during the day. Why are you just sitting still? If I do this, Na-rin will say I lied. We really danced together just now… … .”

“Ahaha, isn’t it because Hamshik is hungry?”

Fortunately, Narin listened to this story with a smile, but Hamshik didn’t dance even after eating.

Because of the ham diet, I became a liar. Sob sob.