Chapter 145 – #37_Genius Girl Point of View (4)
One.
“Ugh…”
She nodded in the drowsy slumber and put down the book lying on her stomach.
The spring sun is shining through the cracks in the blinds.
She must have fallen asleep while reading a book yesterday.
I am full of desire to roll my body on the bean bag sofa and enjoy the energy of sleep.
But today is also the day to go to school.
Can not help it.
Since the bet was made with such conditions, the loser must accept.
However, I do not intend to always be a loser.
I plan to flatten his nose someday and use it as a real foot rug.
At first, it was just a stimulating word for provocation, but that was not enough to return the humiliation I received.
The only big mirror in the house was the one in the bathroom, so I headed to the bathroom to touch my hair.
I washed my hair last night, so I brush it and tidy up the messy hair from my sleeping habit.
Since it’s original half-curly hair, if you don’t do this, you’ll end up like an insectivorous creature that catches insects.
Normally, she would have combed her hair like this and tied it up finely, or fixed it with achromatic hair pins for an adult look.
But today I had other preparations.
“After…”
When I saw the two hair ties in my hands, I let out a sigh.
2.
Before entering the academy, I went into the women’s bathroom on the first floor of the building.
I looked in the mirror and saw a woman whose face was flushed red.
Her face her was pretty, her eyes twinkled, her nose was pointed, and her body lines were pretty, but she had a big flaw in that woman.
Her hairstyle is a twin tail.
Her fairly long hair was tied up so tightly that it looked short, protruding from both sides of her head like antennae.
The most unfortunate thing is that the woman reflected in the mirror is none other than Maria Kim.
I don’t know if it’s a child, but to eat as you age and have twin tails…
Even if he did n’t say anything about the area, it was a coordination that he could be laughed at while whispering behind his back.
I remembered the moment when the humiliating peace treaty was signed.
3.
After arranging the chessboard, Teacher Yuchan said to me, who was willing to accept the price humbly.
She was very upset, so she didn’t hear, so she asked back.
“Yes?”
“Did you not hear me? Can you let me get your hair trimmed?”
“Yes?”
The second is that I did not immediately understand even though I heard it, so I asked again.
I was bewildered.
I wondered if this was a new type of sexual harassment that I would cut my hair for free.
He said with a smile as if he had read the dissatisfied expression.
“The penalty I will give Miss Maria is simple. You don’t have to be so scared. For a month, I will go with the hair style I decided.”
“Doing my hair is penalty number 1, and following the teacher’s hair style is penalty number 2? So, two?”
“No, it’s a penalty to follow my style, and I’m just trying to tell you how to set your hair now.”
“What style is it?”
“You will know that when you see it.”
I was upset, but I had nothing to say.
Because now his instructions were absolute.
Even if he asked me to wear a foot rug for a month, I really intended to do it.
Wouldn’t that be more merciless punishment possible when I won?
“Now, sit here.”
Sitting on the sofa, he pulled out a comb from somewhere and stood behind me.
“Watch and learn. It’s not that difficult, so you’ll be able to follow it in no time. Girls are good at this.”
“I don’t use that plastic comb.”
“Don’t worry. It’s an ivory comb certified in African national parks.”
If it’s just an ivory comb, he says irrefutable words, as if he expected something to be argued about.
He puts a mirror in front of me, who is sitting with a disapproving look.
When I looked in the mirror, I saw a pitiful face with a mouth protruding, and I hurriedly corrected my expression.
He started combing my hair in a natural way.
The expectation that they would make natural physical contact under the guise of brushing was greatly missed.
Of course, if he did such an obscene thing, he was going to scream right away, but he carefully combed his hair and tidied up the tangled texture.
Although he is a man, he is very good at brushing women’s hair.
Well, if you are a man of that level, the women around you will be full of garage.
He doesn’t wear a ring, but he probably has a girlfriend.
It was the first time since I was 7 years old that someone else carefully trimmed my hair.
To be precise, it was the first time since my parents died in a car accident.
If you go to a hairdresser, they brush it off, but isn’t that what you do for money?
Even though the action itself is the same, somehow the feeling is completely different.
I can feel the cool sweeping of my scalp, which had been bubbling with the aftereffects of the defeat earlier.
Unlike my big hands, which are twice as big as mine, delicate touches like glasswork.
I looked blankly at his face in the mirror.
There was no darkness in his eyes, as transparent as glass beads.
I asked, conscious of his hand, which had begun to touch my scalp his.
“Why did you decide this as a penalty?”
“Miss Maria has such fine hair, but she does not decorate at all. It’s a bit of a change of mood. It’s such a beautiful hair, but it’s a pity to waste it.”
He was accustomed to being praised for his appearance, but he was the first person to praise him for his hair.
No, this is not it.
He’s also good at dealing with women.
I avoided direct compliments on my appearance of his and complimented my hair of his, naturally erasing the feeling of flirting.
If it was an ordinary woman, I would have been thrilled, but did you know that I, Maria Kim, would fall for such tricks?
“……”
But I was silent for a while.
It was because his touch felt good, like someone who had a job professionally brushing women’s hair.
I won’t deny this either.
After I closed my eyes for a moment, the hand holding the comb moved away.
His regret was momentary, and he started tying his combed hair into two braids.
If I brush my hair this well, wouldn’t it be possible to bring out the beauty that has yet to fully bloom and crouch within me?
No, Maria Kim… What are you going to do if you get better here?
I’m trying to feel a little better.
When he opened his eyes, I sat quietly looking forward to my new look at him, and he finished his grooming neatly in less than a minute.
And when I open my eyes again,
I was in shock.
“This… This… This… What is it? This bizarre reinterpretation of style…”
“It’s a twin tail. It’s a haircut that suits young children like Miss Maria.”
In my head, I was already holding the base mirror in both hands and hitting his head with all my might.
Wow Jangchang!
I returned to reality with hallucinations and looked in the mirror once more.
What is this childish style.
I can assure you that 100% of the girls with this haircut I saw while living in Korea were preschoolers or elementary school students.
“Rematch…Quickly!”
“A champion has the right to choose when to challenge, right? You accepted 29 revenge matches, so I need to take a month off.”
After saying dumbfounded words and putting on a satisfied face, he undid this monstrous hair and gave me a 30-minute lecture until I could repeat it perfectly.
4.
My intellectual beauty, a mature atmosphere that doesn’t suit a young age of 20, are ruined by mere hair.
My teeth trembled at his cruelty and ruthlessness.
He must have decided the penalty considering the shame I would feel.
As expected, as soon as you enter the academy, you can see the shocked eyes of the children.
He does n’t say anything openly, but his round eyes follow him as if he’s seen someone with his mouth wide open or something unbelievable.
That would be too.
My interpersonal stance was no different at school or here.
We cut out those who come and do not stop those who leave.
A student who used to stick to such a lofty attitude came back with ridiculous hair that even idols couldn’t digest, so of course the attention is doubled.
I calmly managed my expression and sat down.
However, his palms are sweaty and his breathing is rough.
Besides, I had no friends to explain that this was the result of a bet.
Of course, if you ask why, they won’t give you a proper answer.
I’d rather go around looking ridiculous than let the neighbors know that I’ve lost a battle of brains.
I took my reading book out of my bag and sat down.
A footrest was installed under the chair, which was a little high for me.
You can think of it as keeping a promise, but from my point of view, who had to feel all sorts of insults, it felt like a highly sarcastic remark.
I get nervous by kicking the foot rug for no reason.
I recalled a famous anecdote about mind control.
Washin Counseling (臥薪嘗膽).
It is a four-character idiom about the eccentricity of two people who tried to take revenge without forgetting their grievance.
Bucha, who lost his father at the hands of Gu-chun, slept on a thorn-filled firewood every day to remember his anger towards Gu-chun.
Later, Gucheon, who was deprived of the kingship by such a vice-cha, vowed revenge by licking his bitter gallbladder every day.
As such, this hairstyle will give me the driving force to get revenge.
Every time I set this hair every day! Every time I look in the mirror! Every time you feel a gaze from behind!
It will boost my fighting spirit towards him.
I stepped into the counseling room to show that I had kept my promise.
You don’t have to. I didn’t even make that promise.
But I wanted to carve it in his eyes.
The last look of my defeat by him.
When I defeated him one day, I wanted to make my current image flicker in his eyes.
The humiliation would be greater if he was defeated by an opponent he had trampled on mercilessly.
Similar to when I went to school, I ignored the children who opened their mouths and moved to the floor where the counseling room was located.
Just then, the door to the counseling room opened and Choi Na-ye walked out.
After all, since he is a counselor, anyone who is a student can come and go.
But it was because I sensed her strangeness in her that I stopped and hid her behind her wall in her.
The eyes are swollen and the tip of the nose is red.
It seems that she came out of the counseling room crying profusely.
It may simply be that she shed tears because of her emotions during counseling.
However, being clear-headed, I was thinking of numerous possibilities that were not so obvious.
For example, what if Choi Na-ye and Yoo-chan are dating and they just got into a fight?
Or what if Choi Na-ye was threatened by some kind of weakness by Yoo-chan?
To be honest, the latter part was the expression of my true heart, which somehow wanted to conclude that Mr. Yoo-chan was a villain.
Even though I thought of it, I burst into laughter without even realizing it.
However, if it is the former, there may be enough possibilities.
We have a 12 year age difference, but I am a couple.
It deserves the glare of the people around you.
Maybe you can use this as an excuse to catch his weakness and harass him.
I’m not a villain like Mr. Yuchan, so I’m not saying I’m going to bully you seriously.
I only use it for a month as a foot rug.
Well, sometimes it’s okay to brush your hair like a servant.
However, this is far from a battle of brains.
Even if I get my revenge on him, it’s not the spoils of the fair fight I’ve been hoping for.
In the past, I would have thought so.
But,
“That Maria Kim died today with a twin tail.”
What was newly born on the corpse is Maria Kim, a vengeful demon who only wants revenge.
I will return this figure by any means necessary.
I heard the voice of an angel in my heart.
‘Good Maria Kim! Then no! You have to compete with your fair skills to be considered to have defeated him!’
At the same time, a demonic voice was also heard.
‘It’s not too late to take revenge first and then compete with your skills. The only thing left in this world is the result!’
There is one more interesting anecdote in the counseling session I heard earlier.
Bucha, who had avenged his father’s death, demanded grain from Gucheon, who had come under him after the kingship was taken away when the country he ruled fell into a famine.
Surprisingly, while licking his gallbladder every day, Gu-chun sends Bu-cha the best rice seeds.
However, it is steamed to prevent the seeds from sprouting.
Bucha was satisfied with the appearance, so he planted the grain sent by Gucheon as seeds, but of course the seeds whose cores died could not germinate.
Because of this, the country where Bucha ruled faced an even greater famine the following year, and he was killed by Gucha, who started a war taking advantage of this gap.
The act of finding out the relationship with a student and driving him into a corner is an act of trying to lose weight.
A vicious ploy that is not fair, but perhaps the most effective.
And I, Maria Kim, were willing to take the devil’s hand to avenge her.
