Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can - Chapter 34.1
“Those safety shorts felt really weird.”
I badmouthed the outfit I would have to wear in front of Kim Jihwan. That was because the Drama Club sunbaes had brought some kind of sexy Halloween costume and called it a Snow White outfit. It was short and tiny, like a scrap of cloth meant to cover my family jewels, without taking into consideration the fact that I was over 180 centimeters tall. I had made a huge fuss and said I didn’t want to wear it, but no one listened.
“Seriously, everyone’s going to laugh at me….”
“No one cares about you.”
When I muttered gloomily, Kim Jihwan scolded me for being overly self-conscious. But wouldn’t anyone pay attention if someone appeared in front of the entire school with his face painted like a clown while wearing a perverted outfit? This wasn’t excessive self-consciousness. It was objective self-awareness.
“Gwonhyeok has it good. At least the prince costume is better.”
“It tore… Mm, it was too small, so I decided to just wear my school uniform.”
“What…!”
It seemed Cha Gwonhyeok had been unable to contain his huge frame and had finally torn that colorful nobleman outfit made from cheap fabric. No wonder I had heard the seams popping even during the brief moment he wore it.
“The dwarves are just wearing hip-hop clothes too…! Why am I the only one wearing a dress…?!”
“They’re a dance crew to begin with.”
It seemed the only clowns onstage would be me and the white horse. Even the mismatched stage costumes were exactly what one would expect from high school students.
“It’s okay. They said professionals will do your makeup.”
Cha Gwonhyeok spoke as though trying to comfort me. What was the point of making only my face unnecessarily pretty? What demand could there possibly be for an event where a side top like me dressed as a woman?
Ddoong-ddang, ddoong-ddang-♪
As I continued sighing, a familiar melody reached my ears.
It was the first minigame since the system update.
Wait, was this really a minigame? The sentence sounded a little strange.
‘…Try?’
I turned my back to the others and muttered in a very quiet voice, tilting my head at the newly appeared system message. The context was still the same, telling me to love Kim Jihwan, but the phrasing was slightly different. The sentences that had ended with ‘Do it’ or ‘Will you do it?’ now ended with ‘Try it.’ It was neither a command nor a question, but a suggestion.
Daily Quest: Say ‘I like you’ (0/10)
‘Huh? A daily quest?’
What followed the suggestion was a ‘daily quest.’
‘Do I just have to say it? The difficulty is ridiculously low, isn’t it?’
Compared to the games I had experienced and the worlds I had suddenly been dragged into, the difficulty was overwhelmingly low, which left me feeling slightly deflated. More importantly, this thing just appeared even though I hadn’t accepted it. The fact that I couldn’t refuse made its compulsory nature feel unpleasant, but even when there had been reject buttons, I had never pressed one. I supposed I had no reason to feel wronged.
‘I love you, I love you, I love you.’
Daily Quest: Say ‘I like you’ (0/10)
It seemed simply saying it into empty space had no effect.
“What are you muttering about?”
A wild Kim Jihwan appeared, speaking curtly as though I were being noisy. You showed up at just the right time.
“Yeah, I love you.”
“Ah, fuck, you’re at it again.”
Daily Quest: Say ‘I like you’ (0/10)
“I like you, I like you.”
“Die.”
Daily Quest: Say ‘I like you’ (1/10)
I had said ‘I like you’ twice, but it had only counted once.
At the same time I realized the system only counted one per person, a question occurred to me. It was telling me to love Kim Jihwan, so why did it count only one declaration of love made to Kim Jihwan? Did the system truly want me to love Kim Jihwan?
…I wasn’t sure.
In any case, I had roughly figured it out, so it was time to act. I grabbed a familiar-looking guy passing in front of me. Then I quickly read his name tag.
“Saemin-ah, I love you, I like you!”
Daily Quest: Say ‘I like you’ (2/10)
“? Did you lose a game or something?”
“Yeah, the penalty ends after I say I love you and I like you ten times.”
“Idiot, always playing games as dumb as he is-.”
When I released him, he obediently continued on his way.
If saying I love you and I like you worked over the phone too, I could dutifully call Baek Hanrim’s parents to check in and get two free counts every day. The thought made me excited. I had felt reluctant when it first appeared, but watching the numbers rise was surprisingly fun.
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