Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can - Chapter 60.1
Would you like to restart?
Yes / No
No, what… It just kills me on the spot? I’ll die if I tell a lie at any point today?
What the hell is with this ridiculously unfair penalty…
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“Is this you when you were in middle school?”
“Yeah, and that one’s Jihwan.”
After entering my room with the kids, I took out my elementary and middle school graduation albums, and we talked about various things. There weren’t any problems up to that point, but…
“You were cute in middle school. You must’ve been popular.”
“No- I wasn’t really.”
Would you like to restart?
Yes / No
I didn’t know whether the system had thrown all flexibility out the window or whether I was the greatest liar of the century, but I kept dying without even saying much.
Come on, system. Have you never heard of a white lie? Huh? Don’t you know what modesty is…?
I firmly gathered up my irritation and pressed the ‘Yes’ button again.
“You were cute in middle school. You must’ve been popular.”
“Was I…?”
Would you like to restart?
Yes / No
I died many more times after that.
Modesty, pretending not to know, and even bluffing were all judged as lies and killed me. The criteria for truth were so strict that I felt like crying.
“You were cute in middle school. You must’ve been popular.”
“Yeah…”
“You must’ve received a lot of confessions too.”
“I did… It was a coed school…”
In the end, I had no choice but to tell the truth.
Trying to say that I had received a lot of confessions in front of an insanely handsome guy like Cha Gwonhyeok made my voice keep shrinking. He might be an obsessive top who only had eyes for Kim Jihwan, but in terms of the dating market, he was still far superior to me.
Showing off before someone so far above me was so embarrassing that my hands and feet curled up.
“You know, why don’t we stop looking at these weird pictures of me and look at pictures of Jihwan instead? He’s so cute. You should hurry and look at them so you can find him cute too.”
“……?”
When I spoke with nothing but one hundred percent sincerity, my manner of speaking became bizarre. Cha Gwonhyeok looked flustered for a moment, then accepted it and resumed looking through the pictures.
Kim Jihwan, meanwhile, didn’t care whether we were talking about him. It had been a long time since he had visited my room, so he was looking around to see what had changed. Come to think of it, this was Kim Jihwan’s first time entering this room since elementary school too.
“The glow-in-the-dark stars are still here.”
“Ah, the ones I put up with you in elementary school? A few fell off.”
I remembered how young Kim Jihwan and I had jumped up and down on the bed trying to stick glow-in-the-dark stars to the ceiling, only to get scolded by my mother for making dust fly everywhere. We had become dejected afterward. The memory made me laugh for no reason. It had been so much fun.
“This one’s about to fall off too.”
Kim Jihwan climbed onto the bed and raised both arms with his now much taller body, pressing down firmly on the glow-in-the-dark star on the ceiling. Watching him, I approached and smoothed the star down with one hand while using the other to pull his shirt back down.
“Your stomach is showing. You’ll catch a cold.”
Since I, the carrier, was right beside you, you’ve probably already caught it, but I hope it won’t be as bad even if you do.
“You’re showing everything too. Why the fuck are you wearing a shirt like that?”
Perhaps he could see my armpit through the armhole of my short-sleeved shirt, because Kim Jihwan irritably pulled down my raised arm, then hopped off the bed.
I remove my body hair because I swim, so what was the problem? Was it because I hadn’t showered this morning? I lifted my shirt and sniffed myself.
“I think I’m still fine.”
“Are you food? Are you checking whether you’ve gone bad?”
“Hanrim-ah, what are those suitcases?”
In the middle of that, Cha Gwonhyeok pointed toward the two neatly arranged suitcases in the corner of my room and asked.
“My closet just has a lot of clothes in it.”
Would you like to restart?
Yes / No
Ah, I lied without realizing it.
“Mm… Do I have to tell them the truth about those?”
A white suitcase and a black suitcase were always kept in the corner of my room without ever being allowed to collect dust.
The white suitcase was packed with survival supplies so I could prepare whenever the world setting changed. The black suitcase was a cash bag where I had been storing small daily withdrawals from the 10 billion won I received from the mafia game.
“Both of these involve the system. How am I supposed to make up an excuse?”
It would become extremely troublesome if bundles of cash worth hundreds of millions of won were suddenly discovered in an ordinary high school student’s room.
It seemed safest to open only the white suitcase, but how could I make them lose interest in the black one?
“Should I just improvise for now?”
I couldn’t think of an appropriate response, so I pressed ‘Yes’ first.
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