Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: No Difference Among Beasts
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Was I underestimating them too much?
"So, can you show me eight fingers?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Eight plus eight, so if you add eight more here, what happens?"
"Idiot? You only have ten fingers. You can't show eight more."
'Fuck.'
If you show all ten, you can just fold some back and count again, you little shit... But I can't say that.
And I sure as hell can't say something terrifying like, "How about I make it sixteen fingers for you, buddy?"!!
If it were Jeongu, he'd go, "Oh yeah? Then I'll hit you eight times and another eight, so count along~" and spank that ass raw.
Yuri's on high alert, probably scared she'll get hit too.
Can't use physical force or super strength—it's truly regrettable.
I underestimated these kids with the "handle with care" label.
Swallowing curses inside, my blood pressure skyrocketing, lips trembling... Hoo, calm down.
I'm the adult here; I have to hold it together.
"Do you like pizza, buddy?"
"Pizza? Yeah! Love it! But Mom doesn't buy it much..."
"Right? So how many slices is a pizza cut into?"
"Eight slices!"
"Exactly. But what if your mom brings home another pizza? How many slices then?"
"Sixteen slices!"
"See? So eight plus eight is?"
"Hmm... I dunno!"
"Argh. Chew— no. Hoo."
I spoon-fed it to you! You just said sixteen yourself!!
This feeling where my instincts and reason join hands for a furious tap dance!
Ah! Damn it! If I'd known, I would've asked the Dojang Master before tutoring, "Can I hit the kids if needed?!!"
"Okay, how old are you?"
"Eight!"
"So if you eat rice cake soup eight more times, how old will you be?"
"Sixteen!"
"Right? So eight plus eight is?"
"?? Eight plus eight is sixteen?"
"Yes! That's right. Perfect answer. You're so smart, buddy! Finally got it~"
"Aha. What? That's super easy. Why make it so complicated?"
"......"
You little shit. I have to complicate it because you can't get it when I explain simply.
At this point, is he picking a fight just to piss me off? That grinning bald kid staring at me makes me think so.
And surprisingly... Yuna's hunch is spot on!
He's inherited Suyeon's looks perfectly—despite being only eight, he sticks out like a sore thumb! Amid wildflowers battered by nature's harsh winds, he's a delicately cultivated greenhouse flower!
Though Yuna, disguised as a flower, is the one who actually weathered those storms, the bald kid doesn't know her family backstory.
His baby-soft pale skin, delicate features, double eyelids, thick lashes, and droopy eyes give him an innocent, cute vibe.
This kid, barely past diapers, has fallen in first love and is picking fights with the super wildflower next to him!
Wait, why pick on the object of your crush? Masochist?
No way! Kids back then and now pick fights with their crushes just to talk more, get attention, and bump into them.
If that childish behavior lingers into adulthood, you become the oblivious guy... or the type who proposes after a casual bump. Anyway.
The truth: he knew the pizza answer before I even mentioned two pies. He just wants to chat more with this pretty new girl.
Humans, those clueless pathetic creatures, lose all sense when smitten.
Especially an eight-year-old with barely any social awareness to begin with.
If a same-sex friend trembled silently, he'd think, "Did I piss them off? What's wrong?" But Yuna's faking a big smile to control her expression, so he's just, "Hehe, she likes it. Hehe. Staying with me."
Yuna, aware she's pretty but assuming eight-year-olds can't feel romance, is the one going insane.
She's mentally ripping out his hair until he's bald, slamming him on the desk, and pulverizing his muscles with destruction arts dozens of times over.
That grinding teeth sound amid the trembling... it's her heated instincts cautiously asking, "Shall I kill him, Master?" Pure deep rage.
Jeongu, quietly working on his workbook, glances at Yuna.
'Whoa. She's holding back.'
The pencil hidden behind his back snaps with a crack!
He shivers, grabs Yuri's hand—she's pale and glancing nervously—and moves away from Yuna to focus on his workbook again.
Today too, Jeongu learns life's lesson: "Dodge the flying shit before it hits." One step closer to adulthood.
Ugh. Shit. Did I bite off more than I can chew?
After an hour of top-student tutoring in the study room, my mental health is shattered to bits.
Body's fine, but the soul-crushing exhaustion...
Even Jeongu and Yuri might be geniuses? This profound frustration, yet I can't snap—I have to smile. The paradigm shift is killing me...
At the end, grading the test he claimed to have finished, I nearly stabbed a broken pencil into that bald kid's crown.
"Good job, Yuna! The arithmetic teacher said having you there made it so much easier!"
"They want you back next week too. You coming?"
Yuri kneads my shoulders with a beaming smile, while Jeongu sips juice beside her and asks.
Ugh. Next week too? Watch another frustrating retard act up and hold it in?!
"Of course! Wow, look at this cash!"
This much! Hehe!
One hour of tutoring for 30,000 won?! That's ten jjajangmyeon at the Chinese place by school!!
PC bangs let you game sixty hours straight for that—rock solid!!
"...Dude, you look just like my dad right now."
"......My mom does this too when Dad gets paid."
Rubbing the three green 10,000-won bills on my face with a grin—they wince, looking disgusted and pitying me.
You kids are too young to know how precious money is!
Once a week, four times a month—120,000 won! With that at our age, we can do anything!
Want something? Study hard, show grades, and parents buy it all! Think studying trumps money?!
In this capitalist world, money beats studying!
I tuck the cash from the arithmetic tutor safely away—no one's stealing it—fold it neatly into my pouch, stretch, and stand.
Time to head home!
Too late, and Mom'll worry alone.
"Weekend for your homework help okay?"
"Fine by me."
"Yeah! Me too! Jeongu said he'll help on weekdays."
"Huh? Jeongu? The kid?"
"...What about it."
I point at him skeptically; he mutters lowly, a bit hurt. I brush it off.
No, really? How?
Isn't Yuri a year older than Jeongu?
Yuri's second grade, Jeongu's first.
And the second-place underachiever compared to me... tutoring Yuri?
"What you taught me was way harder than what Yuri-noona learns."
"Oh."
True enough.
To mess with Jeongu and practice super strength, I recall giving him four-digit arithmetic speed quizzes, geometry, fractions intro and problems...
Instead of textbook copying, I made him borrow a novel from the school library, read one episode, answer questions, write impressions or summaries...
'......'
Realizing it now: I created a monster.
Every week, he'd master last week's lessons, so I'd up the ante with harder stuff.
I'm crazy for assigning an eight-year-old that, but Jeongu's crazy for actually doing it.
No, if it was hard, say so. Why force himself through it all?
From his view, knowledge never hurts—even if pissed—and the biggest reason? Memories of a red-hot ass, so he just obeyed quietly.
Plus, hooked on the achievement high from nailing each challenge.
"Wait. So you don't need me?"
"Well... yeah?"
"Yeah. Honestly... studying with Jeongu is sometimes easier."
"......"
Hey. You little shits.
Even if I boosted your grades, ditching me with "No longer needed. Thanks. Bye~" is too much, right?
"No! B-but!! I still think learning from you, the smartest, is best..."
I puff my cheeks, glaring hurt; Yuri waves frantically, backpedaling.
"Whatever. Deal with it."
"Jerk."
Jeongu, now fearless, lounges casually, staring and snarking flatly.
Truly evil... I tutored him, made him human, and now he's NTR-ing my first friend Yuri!
No choice. Time to make that mental 1-on-1 personality bootcamp with Jeongu reality.
"Vacation. My house. 1-on-1 study with me."
"Wha?!"
This filthy NTR kid—Lady Yuna will turn you human yet!