Chapter 246 – Snowflakes Are Dyed Black.
[A new message has arrived. -Hannah Yeon]
I, who had been reading only novels on my cell phone, suddenly felt awakened by a notification that popped up.
Me… Nayeon gave me a pre-talk?
To be honest, I expected that the content would be nothing special, but I couldn’t help but feel strange.
…I got a call from a girl I like, but it was strange that I wasn’t paying attention.
[Jaehyuk. Did you go well yesterday?]
As expected, it was a text saying nothing special, but a smile was still on my lips.
Still, doesn’t it mean that he remembers that I helped him yesterday?
It was a conversation that would end if I just said it went well, but I corrected the text again and again.
[Ah. Me. It went well. You?]
It seems to be harmonious and natural, but it also seems a bit insincere…
[Is your hair okay? You seem to be struggling a lot yesterday.]
Do you think this is putting too sweetly on the subject of a boy with a car…
[ㅇㅇ I rested well.]
Mr. A. I don’t think this is any more.
After turning around and adopting the first one, I pressed the send button thinking that this was correct.
A reply came back immediately.
[I heard you took a taxi, but I’ll pay for it. How much was it?]
…Wouldn’t it be better to ask for it?
In my heart, I think coolly, ‘Ah~ It’s okay, it’s okay~ What kind of things do you have? A~’
I wanted to reply to her like this, but [I imprisoned her.] After paying off her entire story, I accessed the bank application with tears in my eyes.
Yesterday’s taxi fare was 7,300 won.
If you divide it in half, it’s about 3600 won.
I felt like I had become a kid who couldn’t even spend 3,000 won on a girl I liked, but I was also a person with circumstances.
“Um… But if it’s going to be like this, I’d rather…”
After thinking for a while, I tapped the screen of my phone.
[It didn’t come out that long, but buy me a lesson at school later.]
Some cheap menus cost 3,300 won, and even if they are expensive, they do not exceed 5,000 won, so it would be okay to consider about 1,000 won as labor cost.
Rice is also rice, but I waited for a reply with anticipation because I thought I would be able to see Nayeon’s face one more time.
But if I was rejected, I felt embarrassed.
I had only the messenger window with Nayeon open all the time, but even after reading my text, Nayeon did not respond for a while.
I wonder if it’s ruined. Actually, it’s 3,600 won. The moment I was going to send it like this.
[Okay. Okay. Thank you for yesterday.]
It felt like something was wrong, but Nayeon still accepted my offer.
I felt like an idiot for being happy about something, but I reflexively waggled my tail like Pavlov’s dog.
[Huh! See you at school!]
After that, Nayeon didn’t reply to my text messages.
No. Well, I don’t think I have anything to say. What.
After cleaning up the ramen I ate and washing the dishes, I threw myself back into bed.
As the third heroine, Han Hee-jeong, which I am currently reading, shows signs of coming to an end, I clicked on the collection of illustrations to see illustrations of the next heroine, Ryu So-yeon.
Even though it was a picture I had seen before, it seemed that the reaction was coming from the lower part of the body again.
Yoo So-yeon was a character with straight black hair and a small body, and that appearance somehow reminded me of Na-yeon, so she made me more excited.
I started with the thought that I should read it quickly, but the intro at the beginning of this episode felt very static.
[So-yeon was like a fallen leaf that could be crushed just by holding it lightly with one hand.]
[There was intelligence in her black eyes, and love for intellect was evident in her hands caressing her book.]
[Jin-seong smiled lowly at the sight of the librarian handing out candy to the children to come read again.]
[It was a truly appetizing prey.]
Speaking of vulgar language, I thought there would be something like [Ahhh… I feel good… I’m gone!]…
I realized how narrow-minded it was as I passed each episode.
Write well.
It was clear that I was writing well beyond the genre itself.
What the hell is a writer doing?
I also wondered what kind of life a person who can write such an article must live.
At first, I started reading purely to find out what Nayeon’s taste was, but now I was scrolling down with my own will.
If there is one thing that has changed, the phone that was held in the right hand is now held in the left hand.
As the process of Soyeon’s corruption progressed, I moved my right hand faster.
“Brother Jinseong.”
[Jinseong smiles as he feels that the assistant’s results have been completed.]
[Mottled water marks remaining on the pure white panties.]
[Jinseong didn’t lift a finger, but Soyeon came closer to him, spewing out her juices with her lower mouth.]
“…Soyeon today as well. Brother’s orders. I have been practicing as it is.”
[Her girl who, not long ago, struggled to push herself away, has now become a vulgar woman who doesn’t mind even pulling up her skirt.]
[Jinseong crosses his legs as if he is having fun and just watches Soyeon fawning over him.]
[There was no more intelligence in her eyes.]
[I thought Jin-seong’s empty eyes, where only the desire for pleasure remained, were so beautiful.]
[So-yeon, who slowly approached Jin-seong, stopped in that posture.]
“Brother. You promised.”
[The reddened cheeks were telling her the state of her body temperature.]
“They say they’re giving a prize to the kind Soyeon.”
[Soyeon’s skirt fell to the floor.]
It felt like my brain was tingling.
It would be a lie if I said that I was born as a man and had no interest in erotic things, but it was the first time I had experienced this kind of stimulation.
It was clear that the character Lee Jin-seong was a true psychopath, but the more she read it, the more I came to think that what the main character said was right.
It was a very dangerous novel.
“Whoa…”
After cleaning up, I closed my eyes and lay down on the bed.
But it seems that there is only one male here, Lee Jin-seong…
What the hell was Nayeon thinking while reading this?
* * *
The timetable for the first semester of the first year was not significantly different from the high school timetable.
When I entered college, I adjusted my time and made a timetable, and it seemed like it would, but unfortunately, this semester didn’t have that.
It was because the essential introductions to majors were crammed like blocks, and liberal arts classes that freshmen had to complete unconditionally were lined up.
Class at 11:00 in the morning.
It was a mandatory English class that everyone had to listen to.
“Good morning everyone.”
It wasn’t that I hated English or anything like that, but I often thought it was necessary.
After coming to university, I wanted to try something different.
When the professor started calling attendance, the cluttered air immediately settled.
“Choi Jae-hyeok.”
I was sitting with my chin on my chin, but when I heard Choi Jae-hyeok’s name, I knew that it was my turn.
Yes, he was Mr. Choi’s tail end, and I was Mr. Han’s first.
“Yes.”
I sighed at the sight of him sitting in the far front seat.
Ah… He asked me to buy food, so I said he would buy me…
It was the wind that I would rather have a picture that I bought for him when I go out to eat rather than eat alone.
“Hannah.”
“Yes.”
The professor who called a couple more people behind me told me about the future direction of the class.
“Ruler. Everyone, you worked really hard for the midterm exam. Now, for the remaining half of the semester, I plan to select a partner and teach conversation-oriented classes.”
I thought it was good because I didn’t have to listen to the professor’s explanation so much, but it also seemed bad because I thought I had to keep talking with a kid I wasn’t close to.
“If there is no major disagreement, I just want to arrange partners in order of grade, is that okay?”
One of the characteristics of the Korean curriculum.
When you ask a question like this, silence comes.
“Okay! Then I will call out who will be paired with whom from now on, so remember it well.”
I was looking at my phone for a while thinking that it was a long way from my turn as Mr. Han, but wait…
If you’re going to stick with the class number right before and after…
“Jaehyuk Choi. Hannah. These two are partners.”
Really why are you like this professor.
Ah. Choi Jae-hyeok Why do you have to be Mr. Choi again?
Seeing Choi Jae-hyeok shaking his head back and forth as if he was looking for me, I washed my face once.
“Everyone. Let’s move our seats for a moment so that our partners can sit down. If you haven’t heard, please come forward and ask again.”
“Ah… How are you?”
His awkward smile made me want to run out of the classroom right now.
