Chapter 489: I am Kim Woo-jin
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 489: I am Kim Woo-jin
Since I was staying at the villa with the girls, I didn't really have the leeway to pay attention to anyone else.
Surprisingly, the others accepted that.
Of course, they would come over to hang out two or three times a week, but no one complained that I was taking extra special care of the three who were pregnant.
— Oh Yun-ji -
It was the usual.
Since she usually rested on the weekends, she’d probably come to the villa. She was likely calling to ask if there was anything she should buy on her way.
I hadn't given it much thought, but for some reason, I was craving donuts today, so I was going to ask if she could pick some up.
— Hey, I’m sending you something right now. Take a look.
But as soon as I picked up, Oh Yun-ji skipped the usual greetings. Her tone was different from normal.
Wondering what was going on, I checked my messages. She had even sent it via personal chat.
Lately, most of our conversations happened in the group chat, so I figured it must be something serious.
The message was an image.
It was a meme of a dog scratching the floor, saying it was lonely.
"……What is this?"
— Ah, sent the wrong thing.
"The wrong thing?"
It was suspicious, but I checked the next image she sent immediately after.
It was a screenshot of the Bamboo Forest, something I hadn't seen in quite a while.
Ever since I handed it over to Oh Yun-ji before enlisting in the military, I strangely stopped paying attention to the Bamboo Forest.
The last time I’d even heard about it was when I heard Seo Ye-rin was still active there as Anonymous 69—the Sex Master.
Honestly, I, Kim Woo-jin, have been through it all, haven't I?
I currently have three wives and three girlfriends.
…….
………….
……………….
‘I shouldn't think about that.’
It only makes me feel more self-conscious and makes me doubt my own humanity.
Anyway.
The moment I saw the Bamboo Forest screenshot, my eyes widened involuntarily, and I let out a shout.
"Whaaaat?!"
Not only was the content shocking, but this was a first in my long history with the Bamboo Forest.
"Is this guy insane?!"
— Right? I was shocked when I saw it too. For a split second, I was so dazed I thought you actually wrote it.
"Wow, what kind of jerk is this?! You know what pisses me off the most? That emoticon at the end. He sounds like Jeong Chan-woo!"
For the record, saying someone is like Jeong Chan-woo is another way of calling them a homo.
— What about the coffee thing?
"What kind of bullshit is that? Why would I buy coffee for someone I don't even know?"
— …….
"I mean, it’s fine if he wants to impersonate me and say stuff like that. It’s not like I have to take responsibility for it, and it makes me look like a big-hearted guy. But that emoticon at the end is seriously disgusting."
— So, what should I do? Want me to block him?
"Of course you should blo—."
— But given the nature of the Bamboo Forest, we never give out permanent bans. There are things on the Bamboo Forest that are essential for university life, after all.
"……."
That was true.
Regardless, it was usually just a warning, not a total ban.
Unless it was an outside advertisement, I had never given out a permanent ban myself.
"Just leave it. Let’s see how far he goes."
— Hmm? You sure? I think your image is going to get ruined.
"It’s fine. Just leave it. It’s annoying, but I’m curious about his intentions. In my experience, people like this always slip up eventually."
That’s how I caught Anonymous 69 and Anonymous 90. I even caught Anonymous 407.
‘Thinking back, I’m actually pretty good at catching them.’
69 and 90 were the Sex Duo.
407 was the President.
I’d found others in passing as well.
"The Bamboo Forest is my domain."
— Ugh, fuck off.
"Hey, at least play along."
— I’ll just leave it like you said for now. Whatever, do what you want.
It hurt more that she didn't even respond to my joke and just moved on.
— I’m heading over this weekend. What should I bring?
"Forget it."
— Are you sulking?
"I’m not sulking."
— Ah, I said I’m sorry. But honestly, I couldn't handle you blabbering about the Bamboo Forest being your domain.
"……Bring some donuts."
— Okay. I’ll buy some on my way.
Click.
After hanging up, I logged into the Bamboo Forest for the first time in a long while.
I didn't log in with the administrator ID, but with my student ID.
For the record, my number is Anonymous 1.
It was a legacy number passed down to me by the senior who was the previous Bamboo Forest Manager.
‘Now that I think about it, I was going to give this to Yun-ji.’
I heard they shuffled the numbers once in the middle. Apparently, they didn't want to see factions forming based on people being freshmen if their numbers were in the 400s.
Instead, they allowed those who didn't want to change to keep their numbering, so it naturally evolved into a system where certain "named" users emerged.
‘Well, it was like that before, too.’
Being anonymous is what matters; what does being a "named" user matter in a university community?
Most people who obsess over being a "named" user on an internet community are idiots.
"……."
I glanced to the side.
In the living room, Seo Ye-rin was sitting on the floor, holding her bulging stomach and laughing as she spoke.
"Phew, I ate too much! That’s why my belly is sticking out like this!"
"Geez, how many times is she going to make that joke?"
Yoo Ah-rin, sitting opposite her, grumbled, asking how much longer she had to listen to that lame joke.
‘Hmm.’
As I thought.
People who care about being "named" users are definitely idiots.
"What’s going on?"
I-seo, who had been doing some light stretching, sat down next to me as soon as I finished my call.
She was wearing loose clothing, and it felt like I could see her breasts if I just glanced down, but I’m a gentleman, so I didn't.
"Where are you looking?"
"……Ahem."
My eyes and my thoughts were acting separately.
Choi I-seo gave me a sharp glare.
I cleared my throat and briefly explained the contents of my call with Oh Yun-ji.
Seo Ye-rin and Yoo Ah-rin also chimed in, asking if something fun was happening for once.
After hearing the story, they just let out hollow laughs.
"What’s the point of impersonating him? I really don't get it."
"What do you mean you don't get it! He has Seo Ye-rin, the school's top beauty, as his wife!"
I thought it was amazing she could say that about herself, but she wasn't wrong.
But the important thing was that no one was supposed to know that.
"Hmm, whatever the case, he is the youngest son of Uju Group. Maybe they just wanted to draw some attention?"
Choi I-seo, as usual, naturally looked for a logical answer. Seeing how she wasn't particularly worried, it seemed she didn't think this was a big deal either.
"Actually, Woo-jin, you know the Bamboo Forest better than anyone."
"True. Usually, stuff like this is just for attention. Back when Ye-rin became an actress, there was someone pretending to be her, too."
"Huh?! Really?!"
Seo Ye-rin was shocked.
Then, she gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.
"Aha! I know! It’s Anonymous 90! That jerk! He’s still active in the Bamboo Forest! When is he ever going to graduate?!"
"……I was talking about someone impersonating the actress Seo Ye-rin."
"Ah, I remember that too."
Yoo Ah-rin, the former Moderator No. 1, nodded with a smile.
"They ran away after someone in the comments told them to take a picture to prove it."
"Right. They only impersonated her for about ten minutes."
As I agreed with Yoo Ah-rin, Choi I-seo quickly pulled out her phone.
"Let’s take a look."
She suggested we check the Bamboo Forest right now.
"Oh? I-seo, you were Anonymous 287."
"This is the first time I’ve seen Choi I-seo use the Bamboo Forest."
"……."
At their reactions, Choi I-seo glanced at me. I just gave her a warm smile and a nod.
"A lot happened with 287, too."
"Hmph! Whatever, let’s just check."
Thinking back to those times, it felt so strange—almost like a dream—that things turned out the way they did.
Anyway, the moment I searched my name in the Bamboo Forest, it popped up.
"This person knows nothing about Woo-jini, do they?"
"What’s up with that emoticon? It’s so cringey."
"There are zero comments."
"……."
It wasn't even a post that had just been uploaded; it had already moved to the next page.
But there were no comments, no reactions, and even the view count was low.
"……What the."
Somehow.
I felt a bit slighted.
As I tilted my head in awkwardness, the others hurriedly began to comfort me.
"Hey, Woo-jin! That’s good! It just got buried!"
"Yeah. Some weirdo must have been jealous of you. You’re rich, so they probably wanted to play rich too."
"You know better than anyone that there are lots of people just looking for attention. Just ignore it."
"No, I mean, it doesn't really matter."
But you guys comforting me makes me feel even weirder.
It’s definitely not something I need to be comforted for.
‘This must be why Oh Yun-ji just let it go after seeing my reaction.’
Or maybe that first meme she sent about being lonely was what she actually wanted to say.
"Hey, look at what the others posted. Is that troll still picking fights everywhere?"
Yoo Ah-rin, the former Moderator No. 1, was excitedly browsing, enjoying the community for the first time in a while.
Since she’d been stuck here, she’d been somewhat isolated from society, and it seemed she was enjoying a taste of it again.
"Wow, Ye-rin. You’re still posting this stuff."
"Ahem!"
Choi I-seo marveled at Anonymous 69’s post about wanting to have sex, while Seo Ye-rin shrugged her shoulders in delight.
"Hey, can I show this to your kid? Tell them, 'This is the kind of woman your mother is'?"
"If you do that, I’ll tell your kid that their mom is a masochist who likes being hit by their dad!"
"Ma-Masochist?! Are you crazy?! I’m not like that!"
"……."
"……."
"……."
When the three of us stared at her simultaneously, Yoo Ah-rin’s face turned beet red, and she shouted.
"Wh-What are you looking at!"
