S-Classes Are Obsessed With Me

“Just, can’t Yerim sleep with her sister?”

“… What?”

Lee Ji-ah furrows her eyebrows.

“Why is Ye-rim coming out of here all of a sudden?”

Han Yoo-jeong, who was carefully picking up horses, points to the bed.

“… It’s a single bed.”

Lee Ji-ah folds her arms.

“by the way?”

“It’s small enough for three people to lie down.”

“Is it narrow?”

“Your uncle is not a small person either, but it is very uncomfortable to have three people cuddling in a single bed.”

“Oh yeah?”

Lee Ji-ah scratched her long straight hair and said softly.

“Then use my bed. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to tell you to go to my room… Hyeonu, are you okay?”

“yes?”

Han Yoo-jung raised the first issue.

The bed in my room is for 1 person. There were three people lying there, so of course it had to be cramped.

So I go to see Lee Ji-ah and go to Han Ye-rim. Because it is narrow and uncomfortable.

This is a very reasonable and reasonable opinion.

Here, Lee Ji-ah came up with another alternative.

If so, wouldn’t it be okay to sleep in a big bed?

Again, this is a perfectly valid objection.

Let’s go, just one word.

With that one word, the problem Han Yu-jeong said is solved… .

He met Han Yoo-jung’s eyes. His eyes, trembling with anxiety, were staring intently at my mouth.

“then… .”

As I was about to speak, Han Yoo-jung suddenly interrupted me.

“Even if the bed is wide, the three of us have to hug and sleep.”

“What?”

“It’s the same even if the sleeping space gets bigger. If the three of us sleep together, it will continue to be inconvenient.”

“So, what should we do?”

“I told you. If the aunt goes to Yerim’s unnie, everything will be resolved. The range of abilities has been reduced because of me, so Yerim and Unnie are not sleeping together.”

“why me… .”

Han Yoo-jeong cut it off with a calm voice.

“Because that’s right. I can’t go. You know.”

Lee Ji-ah, furious, tried to say something, but then shut her mouth. And he bites his tongue like he’s dissatisfied. There will be no objection.

It’s okay for Lee Ji-ah to go to Han Ye-rim. But Han Yu-jeong is impossible.

The copying ability is only a minor copy, but Han Yoo-jeong had to stick with it because I, who was the original ability, couldn’t control it all.

Everything Han Yoo-jung said made sense. Since there was an inconvenient problem, a solution was also presented, and the process is all logical as always.

But it was strange.

What you see in that calm tone of voice is obviously a rational figure… … .

On the one hand, it felt a bit uneasy and forced.

Like a child swearing by his parents.

I feel that way.

I checked the watch. There is still some time left.

“Jia, wait… .”

I put Han Yoo-jeong on the bed and went out with Lee Ji-ah.

The silence grew a little longer, looking for something to say.

He scratched the back of his head and then spoke out.

“For now, I’ll do what Yoojung tells me.”

“… yes?”

*

Han Yoo-jung and I lay back to back. Thanks to Lee Ji-ah’s absence, the bed had room to breathe.

Even so, the narrowness is still the same, but the body is quite comfortable because I don’t have to rub my skin back and forth like before.

but what

This feeling is like putting a heavy stone on my heart.

Lee Ji-ah was taken to Han Ye-rim, who ran after receiving the phone call. Lee Ji-ah, who has left, keeps flashing in front of her eyes.

what a blank face

It’s terribly embarrassing. It seems like I hit Lee Ji-ah hard in the back of the head and betrayed her.

I couldn’t sleep well because I was nervous because I was face-to-face every Sunday, but now my eyes are fuzzy in a different way.

However, so far this has been unusual.

We’re not dating, and it was a bit strange to see two grown men and women hugging each other.

If there is an alternative, it is correct to write it.

I toss and turn the duvet, and the small body that touches the back of my back is also wriggling.

“Uncle, aren’t you sleeping?”

“Oh sorry. Does it bother you because you keep moving?”

“No, I can’t sleep either.”

Didn’t I say I was very sleepy before?

Han Yoo-jung asks carefully.

“Uncle, did I do something wrong?”

“What?”

“Madame… Yerim sent it to my sister.”

Saying I did something wrong here.

I want to hug and sleep with Lee Ji-ah, so I’ll become a non-combustible trash blaming her.

“No, I was very uncomfortable when I was sleeping. Well done.”

“Really?”

Perhaps I misunderstood that the current situation was uncomfortable, Han Yoo-jung’s voice became brighter.

“Uncle, there you are.”

“yes.”

“Why do you care so much about me?”

“I? Did you pay special attention to it?”

Han Yoo-jung answered with a voice full of laughter.

“Yes, it is.”

“For example?”

That’s right, I’d like to hear how you rate me if possible.

Han Yoo-jung points out the compliments one by one.

“You buy clothes every day. Give me some money.”

Also, money comes first.

“It’s all Jia’s money.”

“It’s the money you received from your fair work. Then it’s your money.”

“And, again?”

“I fight with reporters so I don’t go out in articles, and I flip over because I’m afraid I’ll be at a disadvantage in the Hunter exam… … .”

Still, he recognized my suffering.

If it goes well, it’s my fault, and if it doesn’t, it’s all the manager’s fault.

Truly, he is a rewarding child.

What I was going through one by one was finally finished with today’s work.

“He even took me to the amusement park today.”

Han Yoo-jung hesitates and brings up the story again.

“Uncle, that’s why.”

“yes.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

Why, there are several reasons.

I felt sorry for the environment of a 17-year-old child, I was worried about seeing only games at home, my personality was weak, and I felt sorry for losing my parents at a young age.

Various reasons were laid out for a long time like excuses, but in the end, I was able to explain them all in one.

“just. It reminds me of the past.”

*

Tit-! Tweet–!

He got up, rubbing his eyes. body is heavy what? Looking down, Han Yoo-jeong was hanging like a cicada.

“Yoojung, wake up.”

Han Yoo-jung rubs the ball and fights.

“Mom… .”

I’m not mom.

I was thinking of whether to wake him up or not, but he moved on his back. Maybe it was because we talked for a long time until late yesterday morning, so we both slept without waking up until lunchtime.

I still don’t know why Han Yoo-jung reacted like that. I pretend to be a mistake, but my mind is a little complicated.

I know that Han Yoo-jung sees me like family. So did I. But sometimes, I get the feeling that he’s a little insecure.

Is it because of the circumstances in which he lost his family, is it because he is young, or is it his original personality… … .

It’s like the first thing you want to monopolize your parents’ love. Why, when you have a second child, your interest is scattered, so you get jealous for nothing.

At the table, Lee Ji-ah was already eating first.

I sit down with Han Yoo-jung, and she gets up with a short kick.

“Jia, have you already eaten everything?”

“yes. If you eat it all, Hyeonu-san will do the dishes, but please do it.”

“sure.”

Lee Ji-ah cleaned the dishes and left.

what.

The fact that Lee Ji-ah’s voice feels a little chilly.

I took out my phone and took a picture of the toast. Han Yoo-jeong, who was nodding her head, asked.

“Uncle, what are you doing?”

“To post on social media, Mr. Jia.”

click!

I returned to my room and turned on my computer.

Han Yoo-jung was gently touching the game machine in her arms.

I posted a picture of the toast I just took and waited for a comment. Dozens run at the same time as refreshing.

[Jia-chan: Sister!! Please upload your face too!!]

[ㄴkdlw999: haha… haha!!]

[Tteokbokki yum yum: What is toast for lunch? I’m at a loss to post photos on social media, really]

[ㄴkdlw999: You just eat Pokemon bread lol. Bring stickers]

[B tteokbokki yum yum: ?]

[Nkdlw999: Where are you floating your hook to hit Ms. Park?]

It’s a start again.

A fight broke out between malicious commenters and extreme fans. Spectators immediately flocked to the Colosseum, and the fanatic literally cut off malicious commenters as if they were carrying out an execution ceremony.

Does this person have a daily routine?

It’s me, managing Lee Ji-ah’s SNS account is a job, but it was appropriate to say that polar fans are really resident.

Comments that praise Lee Ji-ah are given a like, and comments that are insulting are given a guillotine.

I have hundreds of thousands of followers, so even if there are only one or two comments running, it seems like I’m checking all of them.

At this point, I don’t know who the real manager is.

Still, to be honest, I was very grateful. Having someone come out and fight for you is inevitably a good thing.

Out of curiosity, I checked the fan’s SNS.

I didn’t put a profile picture on it, so I thought it was a combat tin can, but there were still traces of posting a few posts.

The most recent post was this morning.

[Title: Ah, I have to be reborn too]

[Do all men like younger people? I’m really annoyed… .]

Rather than trying to show it to someone, it seems like he wrote his feelings frankly from time to time like a diary. There is only one person following Lee Ji-ah.

I looked all over, but I don’t think he’s a strange person.

I’m very curious who you are. curiosity abounds.

Shall I send you a message?

I logged out of the original ID and logged in with a different account.

It was because the impression of a polar fan was strong, and I was afraid that there might be problems later when I contacted them through my account.

tapped the keyboard.

[Gukbap Fairy: Hello? Are you a Lee Ji-ah fan?]

Write a message to send and click the mouse.

Click!

[I sent a message to kdlw999.]