Yes, It's Me. Sub Yandere

After the first class, I was disappointed. Yoo Ha-jin was a genius who was always at the top of his class.Apart from his personality, he was a good character.
He’s a frad character who, despite his intelligence, easily passes the class.

[T/N: Talking about the MC.]

But what happened to that head, and is the tin can in my head?

[T/N: It’s an expression. I didn’t know how to say it in English but basically he is saying that where did the knowledge power of the old MC go and that he himself is stupid.]

Business administration was not my major, and I couldn’t understand what it was all about throughout the class.

As everyone left the classroom, I sat alone in a daze. I should get transferred to an engineering college.

Then will I not be able to inherit Eunha’s group?
I looked at Choi Sun-woo, who was still arranging what he had been taught next to me, scratching his messy hair with his fingers.

In the webtoon, Yoo Ha-jin laughed at Choi Sun-woo’s efforts.

Why are you studying so hard?

Choi Sun-woo replied that he should get a scholarship, and Yoo Ha-jin laughed even more.

Saying, “What a Beggar.”

But, now that I think about it, I was the beggar, and I should have studied harder.
I’m hoping I’m not being punished for the karma of Yoo Ha-Jin.

‘God, the target is wrong. I’m not Yoo Ha-jin, the son of a b*tch.’

As I was calling out to God inside, God really appeared in front of me.

“What are you doing here, Ha-jin? Did you attend the class?”

Kim Shin also said as if it was strange that I was here taking this class.

There’s not much reason to know that he’s taking this class. Kim Shin signed up for the same course as Yoo Ha-jin’s timetable. I guess it takes that much effort to be a crazy friend.

Kim Shin glances at Choi Sun-woo and asks me to head out. I got up from my seat, thinking I’d get a meal from him because I didn’t have any money. Even then, Choi Sun-woo didn’t pay attention to me.

It was their hideout, the tennis club room, the place that I followed Kim Shin to. Yoo Ha-jin frequently appeared in webtoons at this place. It is a chaebol social gathering led by Yoo Ha-jin, at this tennis club.

“Ha-jin, didn’t you see my call?”

“I don’t have my cell phone.”

I answered and stared at Kim Shin.

I wonder if I should continue to be acquainted with this guy. Kim Shin asked strangely, “Why?” But I just kept doing the calculations in my head.The conclusion was that he was a helper and not a bad character, so let’s take him.

He was close to Yoo Ha-Jin, so he wasn’t much of a personality breaker, and he was a person who helped Ha-jin Yoo a lot in the webtoon.

His personality is also gentle compared to the people who appeared here, so most of the readers called Kim Shin freshly baked or freshly grilled.

“What happened to your phone?”

“Strange things came up and I threw it away.”

“Did you? But Hajin, what did Jung-woo say yesterday? The b*stards said that Jung-woo, who was whispering to you, was literally stuck* on the table.”

[T/N: Yoo Ha-Jin probably beated him up and that is why he was stuck on the table.]

I looked at Kim Shin without saying anything.

‘I don’t know, do you understand? I possessed him after the case was over.’

Kim Shin smiled.

“It’s okay. It’s wrong for Jungwoo to whisper.”

Kim Shin took out a wet tissue and was wiping the table clean. It felt weird to see Kim Shin doing that.

“Did the CEO do that to your forehead?

I got goosebumps for a moment when he called his friend’s father, CEO. I really thought that I became Yoo Ha-jin and became a chaebol.

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you get treated? You’re going to get a scar. Do you want me to put some medicine on you?”

“No.”

“If Ha Jin gets a scar on his face, I would be heartbroken.”

“It’s all right, never mind.”

“Hmm, Ha-jin, has anything good happened to you today?”

Kim Shin smiled. It was clear that this fellow had no sense. You asked me if I was feeling good when I answered bluntly.

“It’s nice that you answered me differently than usual.”

Oh, certainly Yoo Hajin wasn’t like this. He was always standing annoyed.

He looked so tired that he would kill anyone if they touched him.

[T/N: The old MC looked tired of Kim Shin most probably.]

I took Kim Shin’s advice and ate the food delivered by Kim Shin’s employee, who appeared in a tight suit.

The food was incredibly delicious as if it was airlifted from a famous restaurant.

After eating lunch, Kim Shin, who was sticking with him, took off with a brief word, and headed to the library.

What is the bottom of my business administration knowledge?

When it converged to zero, I tried to look through books during my free time.

[PR: Basically, he was just wondering what level of business administration knowledge he has, and it reached to 0, so he tried to look through the books to gain some knowledge.]

I took a familiar card in front of the library entrance and entered. Then I sat at a wide table and took out a book.

After 30 minutes, I couldn’t help but say harsh words that came out of my mouth.

“What the hell is this about?”

For me, who grew up dreaming of becoming an engineering student all my life, the black ones were just letters and the white ones were paper.

I try to put it in my head and understand it, but it is hard to understand the meaning of the terms.

All I could think about was the sound of cans*. My mind was dizzy and there was darkness in front of my eyes.

[*T/N: Remember in the beginning, he said his head was like a tin can. He meant the same here.]

I realised that even engineering students with good grades become idiots in the new world of business administration.

I got up from my seat with a book in annoyance.

Even if you can’t concentrate and hold onto something you don’t know, you won’t suddenly know as if you were enlightened.

While walking slowly, I noticed two people, arguing with the person who was studying while sitting down, who had written on their faces that their personality was dirty.

‘Why are you picking a fight with someone who’s studying? as a college student.’

Am I in an academy webtoon with a bully, not a campus webtoon?

Oh, Yoo Ha-jin shouldn’t think like this. What Yoo Ha-jin was best at in the webtoon was bullying Choi Sun-woo, who was studying.

He stole books and spilled coffee on his laptop. I had a lot of shit.

‘Argh, you son of a b*tch. I’m glad I possessed him before I did it.’

However, the closer I got, the two people who were fighting found me and their faces slowly bloomed. And as the distance narrowed, they waved their hands with great pleasure.

“Damn it.”

Yeah, I did expect it. It doesn’t make sense if they’re not close to Yoo Ha-jin.

I passed by quietly, ignoring their greeting. Yoo Ha-jin, in my opinion, is a character who can simply leave.

“Why did you open your mouth in the library?”

[T/N: MC says this line.]

“Sorry, was it loud?”

At once, they followed me, obediently. I told them to shut up, and not to follow me.

The b*stard who was about to leave the library with the two of them was none other than Choi Sun-Woo.

‘Choi Sunwoo is a good fighter, so why is he just listening?’

I clicked my tongue at the incomprehensible movement of the main character.

[PR/N: Remember guys, for us The current Yoo Ha-Jin is the MC but for the actual webtoon, Sun-woo is the MC.]

“Ha-jin, what’s wrong with your forehead? You were fine until yesterday.”

It must have been the guy who was with me at the accident site yesterday.

“Crazy guy. Jung-woo went crazy trying to die. What did he say to you? Did he approach you, Ha-Jin?”

“What made you think he was here? I heard that no one invited you. Ha-Jin left yesterday and everyone just returned yesterday. Why would we be together without Ha-Jin?”

‘I’m getting goosebumps. Where did you find out about that place?’

“Anyways, Jung-woo, that b*stard is freaking out. He must have thought he’s on the same level because he has some money. That little brat. He’s not even aware of his position.”

The two followed and kept talking, but when I didn’t respond, they looked around and separated on their own.

❖ ❖ ❖

After coming home after all the lessons, I was moved by the steaming food on the table. And I was again moved by the first aid box on the table again.

“Aunt.”

When I looked so moved, my aunt treated me coldly.

“Do I have to look after you every time?”

Then, with the ladle in her hand, she pointed to the side of the TV cabinet. Obviously it wasn’t there when I was looking for it.

[T/N: Ladle- a large long-handled spoon with a cup-shaped bowl, used for serving soup or sauce.]

“I’ll remember.”

I was overwhelmed by the force and I answered and ate.

Wow, how long has it been since I ate a home-cooked meal?

To live alone is harder than I thought. Standing alone in the bright sunlight, where there is no shade, people who pass by sometimes make a shade for me. They soon leave. Standing alone in such a shadowless place sometimes suffocates.

I went on a family trip to Jeju Island when I was an elementary school student who only liked to play and the only thing I was worried about was about the homework from school. I jumped in with a tube in the indigo sea and urged my parents to come in quickly.

And my parents, who were my solid fence and shade, sank into that deep sea. Having to see my parents swept away by the current in front of my eyes, I was floating in a yellow duck tube that didn’t fit the situation.

‘I’m sorry, I asked you to go into the water.’

As soon as the rescue team rescued me, I cried and begged them, saying I was sorry. I thought my parents would save me if I told them my fault.

However, the beautiful indigo water only fluctuated a few times. There was no miracle of parents coming out of there.

So I missed the homemade meal made for me and it was that good. It must have been very ugly to sniffle while eating. My aunt, who was moving in the kitchen, criticized me like that.

“Don’t sniffle, blow your nose and eat. Mr.Ha-Jin.”

[PR/N: Aunt is probably calling him “Mr.” sarcastically.]

“Aunt…..”

Immediately I got up from the table and hugged my aunt. And I got hit on the head with a ladle and returned to my seat. Instinctively, I think Yoo Ha-jin must have been gentle with his aunt.

My aunt’s meal was warm and it was so delicious that it was incomparable to the food I had eaten so far. My aunt watched me eat and handed me a glass of water.

“It’s so nice to see you eat so well Ha-jin”

Looking at her brooding eyes, Auntie clicked her tongue.

“Why do you keep pretending to be pitiful? People might think you’re a stray dog.”

“It’s really good.”

“So don’t go out to eat every time. Come home and eat.”

“Yes.”

I don’t have any money anyways, so I have to eat at home.

Damn it. What’s the point of possessing Yoo Ha-jin at the time of the accident? If you’re a chaebol, you should have some cash at home, let alone gold bars. There was not even a coin-filled piggy bank.