Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can - Chapter 61.2
I got flustered and ended up lying.
It was because in my original world, I had moved out at nineteen and lived alone for quite a while. I let my guard down.
“You seem like someone who’s lived alone for a long time, Hanrim.”
I tilted my head with an expression that said, ‘Do I?’
The first solution I had discovered now that I couldn’t lie was communicating through nonverbal means.
As long as I didn’t lie with words, I didn’t die, so it was better to make as much use of that as possible.
“I thought you seemed mature. I guess you’re pretty independent.”
“‘I’ am pretty mature.”
Second solution. Deliberately insert the word ‘I’ into the sentence so that it could also carry the meaning of ‘Baek Hanrim.’
Since it created a double meaning where ‘I’ could refer either to the real ‘me’ or to the novel character ‘Baek Hanrim,’ I could naturally brush the situation off as part of Baek Hanrim’s character.
And just like that, I managed to get past this question without revealing that I was actually an adult on the inside.
“Gwonhyeok-ah.”
“Yeah?”
“How was your day?”
Third solution. Ask questions instead of answering them.
A question couldn’t be a lie. Only an answer bore responsibility for being false, so if I kept asking things, there would be no opening for me to lie.
“It’s whatever. It was a pretty ordinary day.”
“Really? What was the weather like during the day? I was asleep, so I didn’t see.”
“It really felt like winter was coming now.”
“Do you like the winter?”
Even under my mindless barrage of questions, Cha Gwonhyeok answered every one without showing any sign that he was annoyed.
If I could just make it through one day like this, they probably wouldn’t notice that there was something strange about me.
“Do you like it?”
“Winter? Yeah. I don’t sweat.”
“Don’t dress too lightly just because you run hot. Are you feeling okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”
“I’m fine.”
Would you like to restart?
Yes / No
In an instant, I got swept along by the pace of the conversation and lost control of the questioning.
No, but I really was fine, so I said I was fine. Why did I die?
“Are you feeling okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”
“It doesn’t.”
Would you like to restart?
Yes / No
What? I’m not hurt anywhere, though? I mean it.
“Are you feeling okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”
“…Probably?”
Would you like to restart?
Yes / No
“Are you feeling okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”
“I’m telling you, I’m really not in any pain.”
Would you like to restart?
Yes / No
“Are you feeling okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”
“I’m fine. I’m standing here on my own two feet just fine. I said I’m okay.”
Would you like to restart?
Yes / No
“Are you feeling okay? Does it hurt anywhere?”
“…….”
Fourth solution. Stay silent. Silence couldn’t be a lie.
Because I wasn’t presenting any proposition for it to judge.
On top of that, I curled up the corners of my mouth as a nonverbal response instead.
“You don’t look okay.”
Just what did Cha Gwonhyeok see when he looked at me that made me seem strange, unwell, and in pain every single time?
I wasn’t a sickly bottom. I was genuinely sturdy too, so it had been a really long time since I’d suffered from a minor illness like this.
“It’s cold. Should we go inside?”
Fifth solution. Change the subject. I already had five different tricks. Thanks to this inscrutable system, my scheming was getting sharper by the day.
“Jihwan-ah, want me to cut you some fruit?”
I asked Kim Jihwan, who was working on his performance assessment in the living room, thinking I could at least peel him one of the apples in the refrigerator.
He had worked really hard preparing for this one because he said the assessment counted heavily toward his grade. It was admirable.
“So you were writing an English essay.”
“Hey, I’m doing it myself! Fuck off!”
Cha Gwonhyeok had apparently lived abroad when he was younger. He had also said he was considering going overseas for university.
It would definitely be helpful if he gave Kim Jihwan feedback on his performance assessment, but his method was a little mean.
“Haha, that grammar is a little awkward-.”
“Ah, I said don’t look!”
Picking out only the mistakes one by one and poking at them like that.
Even I would’ve been so embarrassed I probably would’ve started stammering.
Apparently embarrassed by his English composition skills, Kim Jihwan slumped over the paper and covered it with his body.
“Go look at Baek Hanrim’s instead!”
“Come to think of it, Hanrim, are you done with yours? What topic did you pick?”
“Mine is ‘My Dream’.”
Of course, all I had done was describe the adult ‘Baek Hanrim’ from the original novel exactly as he was.
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