Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can - Chapter 62.1
“So what did you write? What’s your dream?”
“An office worker.”
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Yes / No
Ah. I really couldn’t let my guard down for even a second.
It felt like crossing a thorny path in shoes made of balloons.
If Kim Jihwan had only asked, ‘So what did you write?’ I probably wouldn’t have died. Was it because of the ‘What’s your dream?’ he added afterward?
“I followed the structure, put in the grammar the teacher emphasized, and threw in a bunch of words to make my vocabulary look impressive.”
Sixth solution. Skillfully avoid unfavorable questions and only say things that are true. I only had to get through the conversation somehow. If I let go of the burden of having to sincerely answer every single question, I could avoid dying.
“That’s not what I meant. I’m asking about the content. What kind of random answer is that?”
Kim Jihwan latched onto my vague answer and asked for specifics. If I said ‘office worker’ here, I’d die. What was I supposed to do?
“…Actually, I just wrote something suitable. I don’t know what I want to do.”
I didn’t die after answering. The system must have judged that as the truth too.
“That’s unexpected.”
“Hanrim, I thought you’d have tons of things you wanted to do.”
“Hahaha, is that so-.”
I responded casually, then went to the refrigerator and took out three apples. I bit into one and held the other two in my hands, then prepared a paring knife and a tray and brought them over.
“Cha Gwonhyeok, how well did you write yours, then?”
“Wanna see?”
I just stood there blankly listening to the kids talk about their English essays while crunching on my apple.
This was the seventh solution. Keep my mouth shut and eat. Even dogs were left alone while they ate. I should eat as slowly as possible.
“Hanrim-ah.”
Cha Gwonhyeok called me, so I brought the apple to my mouth and looked at him.
“Do you like apples?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you feeling really unwell?”
“Huh? No.”
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Yes / No
I had let my guard down at the question about whether I liked apples and failed to defend myself against the question right after it.
But why had he suddenly added a question about whether I was unwell?
And why did I keep dying whenever someone asked if I was sick or something?
“Are you feeling really unwell?”
Crunch, crunch. Shake, shake.
I stuffed my mouth with the apple and shook my head with an expression that said I had no idea what he meant. This was the collaboration between keeping my mouth shut and eating, and nonverbal communication.
“Say it out loud. I’m asking because I’m worried.”
“What the hell? What’s with him?”
Please, just let it go, guys.
Cha Gwonhyeok demanded that I answer him out loud, and that made Kim Jihwan start taking an interest too.
“You can’t say it out loud? Why not?”
“More importantly, guys, I’ll cut the apples for you. You know how to make rabbits, right? Rabbits?”
“Baek Hanrim, you’re acting fucking weird. Did being sick fry your brain?”
Between the persistent Cha Gwonhyeok and the perceptive Kim Jihwan, my smile wasn’t really a smile anymore. I held the apple in my mouth and deliberately moved both hands around busily as I peeled the apples.
Don’t ask me anything. Please just write your essays, please.
“Hey, answer me.”
Scritch, scritch.
“Hanrim-ah, you don’t have to cut the apples for us. Let’s talk.”
Scritch….
I was surrounded on all sides.
There was no way I could keep ignoring them while pretending to be busy peeling apples and enjoying my apple.
How could I get out of this naturally? No, was it already too late? Did I already look strange enough?
I was thinking through ways to avoid the situation when the apple I had been holding in my mouth was pulled away.
“Baek Hanrim, should we just go home?”
Kim Jihwan held the apple I had been eating and asked seriously. He looked so worried that for a moment, my heart seemed to drop.
“I’m asking if you’re uncomfortable and don’t want us here.”
“It’s not that I don’t want you here….”
I didn’t dislike having them here.
I felt terrible enough about turning away friends who had come because they were worried I was sick. I was just uncomfortable. Not because of you guys, but because of the system.
“Then why are you acting like this? Are you seriously hurt anywhere right now? Should we go to the hospital?”
“No, I’m fine.”
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Yes / No
“Then why are you acting like this? Are you really sick? Should we go to the hospital?”
“I don’t want to go to the hospital. It’s late.”
“The ER’s open.”
“I hate the ER.”
Kim Jihwan’s expression grew more and more serious, and the situation was becoming hopelessly tangled.
How did it even get this far? Was it because Cha Gwonhyeok started things off with that weird question?
I’d felt it during the ‘creepypasta’ too, but that bastard had good judgment and a quick mind. He was reassuring when he was on my side, but now that I was up against him, I couldn’t handle him.
“Ah, I get it.”
While Kim Jihwan and I were having a small argument over whether or not I should go to the hospital, Cha Gwonhyeok smiled as though he were having fun.
For some reason, it sent a chill down my spine.
I had a powerful premonition that whatever Cha Gwonhyeok found entertaining wasn’t going to be entertaining for me.
“Hanrim-ah.”
The sound of him calling me.
My breath stopped from the tension.
All I could think was, please.
“You can’t lie right now, can you?”
Damn it.
I seriously can’t handle you, Cha Gwonhyeok.
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