Childhood Friend Who Sees the Future Utters Nonsense

20 – That Man’s Taste

Entering the room, Yuna Han took out a textbook and a pencil case from her bag as I instructed. There is also a problem book brought into the appendix, but it is almost new. This is the part that shows how busy Han Yuna’s daily life is.

Still, she seems to have taken a look at the Korean language and history that she is confident in. After all, the problem is in math and English. It was the same last year, but I think this year will be the hardest part to teach. Especially in mathematics, there are many parts that cannot be solved by cramming.

I was looking around her textbooks and workbooks to understand the current situation of Yuna Han.

Brisket. Rustle.

“…… ?”

I wanted to hear a loud noise from the sports bag he brought to work, which he always brought to work, and then bags of colorful wrappers began to flood the desk.

“What is all this?”

I asked, fascinated by the excessive number of snack bags. It’s already a snack, and it’s far beyond that category to eat. You son of a b*tch, you’re not going to give up on rice and eat sweets, right?

“I brought all the snacks I had at home. Let’s eat this.”

“Anything for your sister to eat?”

“What do you know?”

I was so stupid that I asked if Han Yu-jin left her share, and Han Yu-na shrugged that it wasn’t her job. Anyone who sees it will know that these cookies were not from home, but bought with their own wallet. Do you have no conscience?

I feel sympathy for Yujin Han when I open the cupboard at her house and cry out Yuna Han’s name. How sad she will be when she finds out that all her sweets have been stolen. Tears cover my eyes.

“It’s okay, just take out a few snacks, because they were delivered anyway.”

She puts on her desk only the salty potato chips I like and the sweet chocolate snacks that look like I’m going to eat Hanyu. Then he opened her eyes round and tilted her head.

“What kind of delivery?”

“I ordered it because you and I both need to eat dinner anyway. Let’s eat a little and start right away.”

“Ool, are you shooting? What did you do?”

I don’t know if she likes it at the part where I’m shooting, or if she’s happy with the delivery food she eats after a long time after the maintenance period is over, but Hanyu, her eyes shining brightly, I looked like an elementary school student.

If a guy like this says he wants to be an idol, she’s been losing weight for almost two months…. No matter how much I watch the country, I can’t help but feel salty. She wondered if it was okay if she just had a normal school life.

Like that, she ponders useless thoughts, and before answering Hanyuna’s question, she smiles with an unlucky smile of repentance, as if she were in darkness in a novel.

Perhaps that guy has already guessed. About what menu I chose.

“Of course I’m God, what do you look at me for?”

“Oops! I don’t want to admit it, but as expected, Park Si-yoon knows something. Of course there are also cheese balls, right?”

“Yes, I added it myself for you.”

“Yes!”

To me, it’s just a side menu that I don’t even eat, but to Yuna Han, I added it because I know it’s a main menu that’s as important as chicken. Upon hearing this fact, as expected, the guy raised both of her arms and cheered in victory. It’s been a while since I’ve had an audience with him, so I’m already looking forward to seeing him.

Ding-dong.

Then, as if responding to the call, the doorbell sounded as soon as the chicken story came out.

“I’ll get it!”

Knocked up.

At the same time, a new model of Han Yuna soared from her seat as if bouncing off, opened her door with the force to break it, and ran out.

Since she worked as a landlord, it would be natural for her to pamper her at this level. Should I just wait patiently for Hanyu to come back and set the table for her? Hmmm.

“Smells really good. hehehe, this is the first time I’ve been accepted… !”

Not long after, I returned to her room and looked like she had even brought a cup for her cola.

She feels almost like a drug addict in the meantime she keeps looking inside her bag and smelling her chicken. Isn’t that dangerous enough? I don’t know if there will be a disease like chicken dependence following alcoholism.

Profit.

While Yu-na Han opened the wrapper of her chicken and set it up, she opened the bottle, intending to fill her cup with nothing but Coke. The moment I tried to tip her bottle with her refreshing sound, Han Yuna’s hand protruded from somewhere and stopped me.

“The concubine will follow.”

“Okay, go fill it up.”

She was dumbfounded for a moment because of Hanyu me, who suddenly filmed a story in a historical drama tone, but she seemed to be in a good mood and answered happily. She is one of the world’s servants, and since she doesn’t come often, she should enjoy it when she can.

Cola filled up with a gurgling sound. Soon, her bubble burst and only about 70 percent of her true contents remained, but she was about to take a cool sip, thinking that it was okay.

“Hey! Let’s toast, cheers!”

Han Yuna proposed a toast as she lifted a cup full of Coke, just like mine. Why is she a guy who is always busy floating chickens?

“If anyone sees it, they’ll think they’re drinking beer.”

“Idiot, this is the atmosphere. The atmosphere. In the sense of enduring well during the test period, how about it?”

“Well, good.”

Hanyu As I said, I bumped into her glass because I thought there was something to make her feel.

Anyway, in about half a year from now, the day will come when we will be toasting with beer glasses instead of cola glasses. Thinking like that gives me a new feeling. I mean, we who fought like immatures every day are now adults.

“Are you not eating?”

While soaking in her sudden appreciation, Hanyu went out and bit off a chicken leg and asked. When she’s eating chicken with this guy, she’s always like this. As soon as you start eating, one chicken leg disappears in the blink of an eye.

“You should eat. I bought it with my own money, can I not eat it?”

“Then eat quickly. Or will I eat all the chicken legs?”

“There are no real bullies.”

Up until just now, you were busy bending over in front of the water man, but now your business is over. I assure you, if this guy had been born in the Joseon Dynasty, he would have become a vassal that will go down in history.

Han Yuna hurriedly picks up one of her chicken legs and bites at Yuna’s request. In addition to the right thickness of fried batter and seasoning, the sense of satisfaction rises from the hot juice leaking out.

“… Hey, Park Si-yoon.”

“Huh? Why?”

I was trying to get rid of the aftertaste with cola, but Han Yu-na called me in a very low voice while I was eating her chicken.

Grabbing both ends of the chicken leg with both hands, lowering his head and only glancing at him, it somehow reminded him of the scene of the morning before. Is there anything else

I put down the chicken leg and stare at him. I have to press her frustration, but she just waits in silence because I know full well that due to Han Yuna’s personality, she just keeps her mouth shut.

“Do you want to have a girlfriend?”

“Suddenly, what kind of girlfriend?”

The topic that popped up out of the blue made me frown.

Actually, considering our age, it’s a topic that’s nothing strange, but it’s a bit surprising that it came out of Hanyu’s mouth, not anyone else’s. If Choi Min-sung had asked the same question, he wouldn’t have responded.

“Ah, no, Han Yu-jin said that. I heard you sang a song about wanting to have a girlfriend….”

“… What was he talking about again?”

Eventually, when the source was revealed, I felt absurd, but also thought, “Well, that’s right.” For some reason, I wondered why Han Yu-na raised such a topic, but I wondered if Han Yu-jin was the cause.

I wondered what the hell he was talking about in a place where I wasn’t there, so I grabbed my aching head and muttered.

Kung.

“Is that a lie too? Was Han Yu-jin talking nonsense by herself?”

Then, she asked, knocking hard on her desk and dragging her body halfway over it. In fact, she said, ‘Come on, nod her head.’

How should I say this?

“No, I’m not lying…. But it’s a bit vague to say it’s true….”

“What do you mean by that? Tell me straight up.”

“Yes.”

I wondered why he was so angry, even as I nodded her head in a daze. Whether or not I lamented my solo life without a girlfriend, what does this have to do with you?

However, in the current situation, I thought that if I honestly expressed my feelings, I might get hit, so I decided to explain everything. Hanyu, whose eyes are turned upside down like that, can literally go to the goal if she jumps in front of me.

“Actually, not too long ago, I met her in an elevator and went to a convenience store together….”

“You? With Han Yujin?”

“Uh, uh….”

“Okay, go ahead.”

From the beginning of the story, Hanyu Na glared at me with her arms crossed as if she didn’t like something very much. If she comes up with something to complain about, she is ready to overturn her desk. You should be careful.

“At that time, I was just chatting as usual, and I just said it as if I was lamenting my life. She said she had her first relationship in middle school, but her brother teased her why she couldn’t.”

It’s crazy to think about it again. At best, you tried to deceive your brother who helped you even during the exam period, Yujin Han, you don’t have banana milk in the future. If you twist it, she’ll commit a mortal sin with plaster.

As she recounted the events of the day, Han Yuna, who was chewing on her story while shaking her head, asked as if to strike her final blow.

“Is that why you asked me to introduce you?”

“… What? Introduction?”

But I didn’t understand what it was about.

Introduction, what kind of guy? Do you think I asked Han Yu-jin to be a woman? I’m just wondering how the heck did he come to that speculation?

As I frowned at her as if I was talking nonsense, it was Hanyuna who was taken aback this time. The guy who blinks her eyes and tilts her head.

“… Uh? No?”

“No. Do you think I’m crazy and ask him to introduce me? To begin with, most of the people around him would be younger than me.”

“Why are you younger? It would be nice if you were younger.”

‘Young and lively,’ she says, sounding like a man in his 40s. Does this guy believe that all men will like the younger one?

“Other people may not know, but not me. I prefer people of the same age or older than younger people.”

This is a taste that can never be compromised. To be honest, I don’t know what younger people like. Isn’t it natural that it’s better to have someone of the same age who I can relate to comfortably than a younger person who I have to lead, or who can take the lead?

“Then…. If I had to choose between the two?”

“Which of the two?”

Why are you asking that again? Anyway, if you had to choose between the two,

“Isn’t it better to be the same age? I think it would be nice to feel comfortable like a friend.”

I don’t know because I’ve never dated her girlfriend, but I think she’d be better off that way based on her delusion.

Anyway, I looked at Han Yuna, wondering if this was enough of an answer. Then, she lowered her eyes to the guy who couldn’t let go of her hand on her leg. For some reason, he seems to have let go of his anger.

“That, is it? I like being the same age, right?”

“I’m not in a position to choose between cold and hot meals, but that’s what I like.”

“Huh….”

The guy nodded as if chewing on my words, then reached out to the box of chicken and held the chicken leg in his hand.

What is it? Is this the end of the story? It’s almost steaming to see a guy who seems to have lost interest in an instant whenever he’s killing himself. After all, what were you curious about?

“hehehe, I just remembered and asked. It didn’t mean anything, so don’t worry about it.”

“… ….”

A guy who said he didn’t mean much is pushing people like that. Rather, it seems more plausible that there was a legitimate reason.

Well, it might have been because I was annoyed that my friend, who I always hung out with, was trying to end his solo life and move to a couple group. Thinking too deeply will only make your head hurt. Han Yuna is doing strange things. It’s not even a day or two.

Instead, since I’m also disrespectful, I’ll have to show the taste of power to the fullest when I teach my studies later. Be prepared, Han Yuna.