Childhood Friend Who Sees the Future Utters Nonsense

21 – Sweet Consolation

While teaching Yuna Han, I had a new thought, but when she makes up her mind, she shows unmatched concentration.

In martial arts and fantasy novels, there are descriptions of blue ki or mana rising like a haze above the head when human concentration reaches its peak, but even if it’s not to that extent, you can definitely get the feeling that the air has changed.

Come to think of it, among her debut group like Hanyu Naga, she said that she was the one with the best choreography skills. She thought at the time that she was bluffing, but maybe it was true. Did I underestimate him too much?

She quickly finished her problem book, as if expressing her will to somehow keep at least 50 percent of the odds.

There were mistakes here and there, no, there were many, but it was just a calculation mistake, so I could tell that he hadn’t forgotten the basics yet. It’s quite a lot for sleeping around in class.

“Hey, how do you solve this?”

“Oh, that’s not the formula….”

However, as expected, it seems to be stuck on problems that require difficult concepts. Whenever I encountered a problem with a high score, I heard that he made a ‘Keep’ sound and then asked me.

But at this level, I think a 50% seat difference would be generous. Of course, it will depend on the difficulty of the test, and I’ve only studied one math subject so it’s hard to say for sure.

Tak. Degur.

While continuing to solve the problem for a long time, Hanyu, who had filled in the answer to the last question on one page of her workbook, threw away the sharpie and covered her head.

“Ugh, I can’t do it anymore! It’s like numbers and formulas just jumbled up in her head.”

“Yes, I lasted a long time compared to Han Yuna.”

I didn’t mean it as a joke, but in the sense of being truly admirable. After she ate the chicken, she spent almost three hours wrestling with problem books, so it must be strange that she wasn’t struggling.

For honor students who are aiming to go to a top university, it may not be a new blood, but I think it is worth applauding if Hanyoo and I are the standard. Even for me, it would be too much for me to silently solve problems for three hours. That is, unless you close your eyes for a moment in between.

“How is it, is it worth it?”

I ask while looking at Han Yuna, who is prostrated like a halibut on top of a workbook. As always, the protruding mouth is answering instead, but there is a big difference between listening to a direct impression.

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“I don’t know. It seems to work better than I thought, or it doesn’t seem to work….”

“Don’t worry too much if it doesn’t seem to work. I even practiced at the company, but it’s strange that I didn’t work hard.”

“I see… ? I heard that some of the seniors maintained their grades up to 5th place in the entire school during their trainee days.”

“That means that person is out of specification.

I also often saw such stories on TV. A special case where she debuted as an idol after maintaining excellent specifications even during her school days, such as an idol who studied abroad or an idol who graduated from a high school.

But as far as I can see, that’s literally only a fraction of a handful of sand in the desert. There are more cases where it is not, but it just means that it is considered to be a lot because such types are illuminated on TV.

“Why compare you with others in the first place? If you live like that, it will only be hard.”

“Chit, talk like my dad…. That’s right, so it pisses me off more.”

She seemed to think that she couldn’t deny it even while clicking her tongue, and Han Yuna showed a sign of agreement. Apparently, there must have been some kind of pressure on her that she couldn’t balance study and practice well.

Her mouth tickled as her nerves tickled at the sight of a guy who, despite my advice, could hardly ever return to her original self. I know I’m not the type to say things like this, but my mouth was opened by itself due to the overwhelming frustration.

“Still, I think you are doing well, but is there any need to be discouraged?”

“… It’s no use saying things that aren’t in your heart.”

“No, seriously.”

Perhaps she regarded my words as empty words. Then the guy who opens his eyes round like a rabbit hit by her shotgun.

Hanyu I don’t know what she thinks of herself, but I’ve always thought this guy was amazing. Practice at night, school life in the morning. Maintaining it consistently since childhood, when he had not even entered high school yet, is something that cannot be done with a fair amount of mental strength.

If he had asked me to do the same thing, he would have given up within half a year. But this guy is different.

Even if he grumbled about how hard he was, and even if he slept a little during class, he never felt skeptical or gave up on the path he was walking. Every day, I just repeated the same routine and shed beads of sweat.

She never lost her smile, nor did she neglect her friendships, she did the best she could within the environment she was given. Isn’t that what happened?

“I think it’s better than a guy who tries to end his life doing everything in moderation, at least without a dream.”

“Is that your story?”

“Well, it’s up to interpretation.”

I didn’t give her a definite answer, but when I turned her head, Yuna Han’s lips drew an arc as she stared at me. Rather than anything from joy or pleasure, she smiled a bit ridiculous. She doesn’t know if the words just comforted her or not.

Hanyu, who had been rolling her head on her own arm pillow for a while, as if playing with a ball, stopped my movement, and she suddenly wondered if there was anything good. Chae stared at this.

“Hee hee, what happened to Park Si-yoon? Even self-dissing and taking my side.”

“I never said it was my story.”

“Really? So am I mistaken?”

She doesn’t think so at all, but Hanyu, who was trembling with her slyness, straightened out her index finger and stabbed her on the back of her nose.

Kok.

Along with her dainty voice, I could feel the tip of her nose pressed against something.

She

She tried to say something to her, wondering what she was doing, but she was at a loss for words when she saw the bright smile on her guy’s face.

“Anyway, I quite like it. A guy who does everything in moderation.”

… Anyway, I’m afraid he’s not the next idol, and he’s excellent at his ability to cover up the situation with a smile. Later on, if you laugh like that on TV, guys who don’t know your true nature will fall for you in an instant. It’s just pitiful.

Inside, she stroked Yuna Han’s hair as if to say goodbye to the person she would later become a fan of.

However, the guy who thought he was going to go crazy for some reason just calmly closed his eyes and lay down again.

Mrs. Geo, you should go home and sleep. It’s already 10 o’clock.

***

Upon returning home, the lights in each room were already turned off and no one was in the living room. Maybe it was because she was a little late helping her clean up, but when she checked the time on her phone, it was already 10:45.

Tak.

I threw the sports bag I took with me to practice next to her desk and collapsed on the bed. For some reason, these days, when I return home after breaking up with Park Si-yoon, it seems that there are many times when a similar situation is created. I guess I’m mistaken

“Huh….”

I don’t know if it’s a sigh or a moan, but a strange voice flows through the gap between the lips kissing the blanket.

Why am I like this? Doesn’t he ask strange questions as if he were interrogating a guy who said he would spend his time helping him study? There really is no truth.

In the meantime, I automatically think that Park Si-yoon, who answers straight away, is really great. If it were me, I would have said something even if I was angry at the prying eyes. ‘Even so, what does that have to do with you?’

Even at the end of the day, he was so upset that he comforted him without showing any signs of discomfort…. Anyway, he’s a nice guy in a strange place. Normally, he couldn’t eat me like that, so I’m nervous about it.

“… ….”

Swoop. Swoop.

I was pouring out her words into my heart, whether it was cursing or praising Park Si-yoon, and then I touched her hair for no particular reason.

It’s not that I feel like the feeling of Park Si-yoon’s strokes at the end is still there. It’s just an action that stemmed from worrying that her hair, which she’s been managing thoroughly, might not have deteriorated as she entered her debut group these days. Don’t be like that

Hugging her big pillow with her whole body, she is lost in her thoughts again. Then, while she wasn’t even aware of it, she had an inadvertent self-talk.

“… Park Si-yoon liked her same age.”

It’s a story that I’m not particularly interested in, but as of today, the information I learned for the first time feels fresh, so I keep thinking about it. Park Si-yoon prefers her same age, and Park Si-yoon wants to have a girlfriend of the same age as her comfortable friend.

So what are you saying, don’t keep injecting me. Who cares whether that fool likes her same age, younger or older. Instead of Han Yujin, will you introduce yourself?

Why should I introduce myself? I have a good target.

Who is that? Are you asking because you really don’t know?

I don’t know, I don’t know! Aye, annoying!

Pang!

I kicked her pillow and covered her with the blanket, as if to shake off the two selves that had started fighting in her head. I went in comfortable clothes anyway, so I’m going to sleep like this. She did put on some light makeup before she went, but she’s too lazy to remove it now.

Come to think of it, why did you wear makeup? I’m only going to see Park Si-yoon. In the past, she met her casually, but didn’t she have a chance?

No, shut up. I’m going to sleep, don’t touch me anymore.

She closes her eyes tightly, shakes off all the thoughts infiltrating her head, and goes to sleep.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep…. By the time I had exactly counted the one hundred and forty-three, my voice resounded in my head again.

– Anyway, I quite like it. A guy who does everything in moderation.

Pang!

… Ah, my quilt.

What was that pretending to be fatal? I want to ask myself, why the hell did you do that?