A Clean Finish.
A Clean Finish.
My days were packed with filming.
And then, for the first time in a while, I put on my school uniform and headed to class.
True to Jeil High's style, the skirt wasn't tight but a fluttering, pink design.
It felt a little unusual, wearing the uniform again after so long.
"Whoa... Si-yoon, your chest got bigger!"
"Right?! It's not just me, is it?"
Lately, I had been feeling like my underwear was getting tight.
Of course, not as much as Da-yeon, but it had reached a presence that was hard to hide even with compression...
My efforts so far didn't feel wasted.
"Did Park Ji-hoon cop a feel of this?"
"What!?"
Park Ji-hoon suddenly lowered his head and assumed a posture ready to beg for forgiveness.
I grabbed Park Ji-hoon by the shoulders and pulled him upright.
"So how was the texture?"
When he brazenly stuck out his thumb, I planted a calf kick on him and walked toward school with Da-yeon.
"Agh! You asked me, didn't you!?"
"Hohoho..."
Da-yeon suddenly looked at me with a serious expression.
"Si-yoon."
"Yeah?"
"Call me big sis~"
I said firmly to Da-yeon, who was suddenly making a strange request.
"No."
"Oh come on~ do it~"
Da-yeon spread her arms and motioned as if telling me to come into her embrace, and I naturally let myself be hugged.
Of course, I didn't call her that.
While I was away, Han Ma-hyeon reportedly took no action because he couldn't see me.
Conversely, it was reported that Han Seok-hyeon used this time as an opportunity for continuous training.
Thanks to Ji-hoon's special training, Han Seok-hyeon had now reached a level of skill where he could overwhelmingly win in a fight against Han Ma-hyeon.
If I hadn't misjudged, Han Seok-hyeon's reaction speed was definitely good compared to ordinary people even before the training.
It was just that his heart was too soft, so he couldn't cross the line like Han Ma-hyeon.
Park Ji-hoon had a serious conversation with his father, Park Jeong-ho, and when he brought up the topic of tattoos, he almost got hit by a swing from a former legendary pro baseball player.
But Park Ji-hoon's mother looked at the scars on his arm with sympathy and reportedly gave permission for the tattoo.
So Park Ji-hoon was asking me for a favor.
"Can't you draw the tattoo for me?"
Certainly, if I drew it, I was confident I could make it look damn awesome... but...
I grinned slyly.
"How about Munch's The Scream?"
"...Sorry."
"Or, like at the sports festival, I could just freestyle a sunset on there~"
I had handled tattoo tools in the past.
As for my past drawing skills... let's just leave it at that, comparing them to my kindergarten days in this body.
It was early, so before going to school, we stopped by the convenience store in front of the school to buy snacks.
"Welcome...?"
The female part-timer was flustered when she noticed me.
Well, those kinds of looks are natural now.
But watching the young part-timer keep glancing at me and fidgeting like a puppy needing to pee, I thought I should just give her an autograph.
We bought snacks and munchies and placed them on the counter.
It seemed like she'd be pretty disappointed on her own if I didn't give her an autograph now, so I spoke up.
"Phew... would you like an autograph?"
"Huh? No?"
".....Ah... yep."
I naturally walked out of the convenience store.
Park Ji-hoon's 'pfft' sound came from behind me.
"This fucker's got celebrity disease bad as hell"
"Shut up."
"Aghk, 'Would you like an autograph?' like that"
"...?"
"Hahaha"
Suddenly even Kim Tae-oh brought his hand to his mouth.
I naturally flipped Park Ji-hoon off and we quietly headed toward school.
Da-yeon followed quickly behind me, putting the snacks into my bag.
"It was a situation Si-yoon could definitely misunderstand."
"...Yeah."
Once we entered the school, the first-year brats wearing name tags, who were seeing me for the first time, started gawking at me.
Anyway, those reactions were the same regardless of grade.
After classes changed, I had often gone to the faculty office, but this was my first time entering the classroom.
It was still early, so only a few had arrived at school, but the brats who had been focused on studying for exams looked at me and made surprised faces.
By now, my hair had grown quite a bit, reaching a length that brushed my chest.
I naturally sat down next to Da-yeon and started eating snacks.
"Si-yoon~"
"Yeah?"
"Explain this to me."
I looked at the problem Da-yeon was solving and gave her an easy-to-understand explanation.
As I put in my earphones, ate snacks, and watched Neotube, the homeroom teacher came in before I knew it.
The teacher flinched slightly upon seeing me.
They must have already been contacted that I'd be attending school normally, so seeing that reaction, I must really be infamous among the teachers.
I naturally pushed the snacks into my desk drawer and took the earphones out of my ears.
After that, the same ordinary hours as before passed by.
As the college entrance exams approached, the brats, who had become extremely sensitive due to stress, focused only on studying.
Having already done advanced study through middle and high school, I felt no particular need to listen to the lessons.
No matter what class I attended, it was all content I already knew, so yawns kept slipping out.
Korean language was at least somewhat new, but when it moved to math, English, and social studies, I just kept on yawning.
I didn't even want to hear Dad's repeated nagging, and on top of that, forcibly cramming unnecessary knowledge was quite painful.
I considered just skipping school, but that wasn't really an option either...
It was so boring that I turned on my phone and started playing Go.
Seeing that the teacher noticed me but didn't say anything... I did feel sorry.
The same days kept passing, and on the way to eat, a first-year male student confessed to me, just like old times.
'It's been a while since this happened...'
"Thanks~ I'll gratefully accept your feelings."
And on the way out after eating, I also received a confession from a third-year male student.
He must have been waiting for me.
I repeated the line I used for the first-year, just adding a polite ending.
After returning to class, I reached into the drawer under my desk to eat the emergency rations I'd bought that morning, and found letters inside.
"Wow... Si-yoon got confessed to three times in one day."
This was the biggest problem with having long hair.
I thought short hair was the hairstyle that represented me best, but,
maybe because long hair looks innocent and pure, I received an overwhelming number of confessions.
"Haa..."
Certainly, Tae-oh and Da-yeon also received many confessions, but for me, it was at a level you could call overwhelming.
After school ended, I was submerging myself in the apartment swimming pool when Da-yeon came in front of me and pointed outside the water.
"Huh?"
"Pwah! Si-yoon~ once exams are over, let's go to Si-yoon's grandfather's house!"
"Oh, that sounds good. Let's do that~ By the way, did you hear from him?"
"What kind of thing?"
"He said starting this summer vacation, we have to work part-time on the first floor."
"Really? That sounds fun!"
"I see."
"Why? Si-yoon, do you think it won't be fun?"
"No, I think it'll be fun."
Da-yeon's swimming skills had now truly entered the professional stage.
It was truly beautiful and clean, to the point I thought, 'If mermaids existed, that's how they'd swim.'
I submerged again and looked outside, where the sunset was glowing.
The glass reflected me in the water.
My body, visible beyond the glass, had become a bit more mature; my chest wasn't excessively large, but perhaps because my frame was small, it looked even bigger.
It was a truly satisfying sight.
And the scenery visible beyond it...
SIYUN - In Her Brain 137.
The painting that was never left out when discussing my art skills on the internet.
A landscape similar to that painting, the one that had created a connection with Farzier, was right before my eyes.
Though not yet ten years had passed, the scenery had a somewhat different feel from when I painted '137.'
Thanks to the even lower floor area ratio in this district according to the enforcement ordinance of the Building Act, no buildings taller than our Tower Palace were visible... but...
As I was at the bottom of the water looking outside in the posture Dad used to watch TV, Da-yeon looked down at me from above.
Unlike others, I sank easily even with body fat due to my densely packed muscle fibers, but Da-yeon couldn't submerge naturally like me.
And holding her breath, two minutes was her limit.
So what Da-yeon had purchased was a weight belt.
She dropped the weight belt in my direction, then submerged down to the bottom and put it on.
Da-yeon had once complained it was unfair that only I got to see this scenery.
To that extent, the landscape I gazed at from underwater could be described as truly overwhelming.
Da-yeon would come down, and when she found it hard to hold her breath, she'd go up, take a deep breath, and come down again, repeating the cycle.
By the time Da-yeon had repeated it about five times, I would take one breath.
"Unfair!"
"Whaaat~"
Seeing me holding my breath for so long, Da-yeon puffed out her cheeks and shouted that it was unfair.
Past nine o'clock, this place became the adults' pool, so we slowly went outside.
Among the building managers Dad hired, there was even someone from Hanseong's marketing team, and every season,
seeing them decorate the pool, it really...
made me think Lee Jin-seok was wasting Hanseong's excellent talent on pool decoration.
Whenever there were additional scenes or filming needed for Notflix, I frequently commuted between Seoul and Gangwon Province.
If it was quite late at night, I would contact the school and didn't mind sleeping in the accommodations they'd set up for me at the studio.
Honestly, though it was said that Notflix decided to make it, it's a project that can be considered to have started because of me. Frankly, over a hundred people move based on me; the sense of responsibility it generates goes beyond sufficient and overflows.
Since actor Yoo Su-a had filming from the morning, I wanted to watch, so I roughly washed up, pulled a cap down low, and came out.
I had timed it well; filming had just begun.
I watched the monitor next to director Yoo Dae-yeon.
Men and women dressed in black entered the mansion.
At the very front, exorcist grade 5 Choi Hyun-mi shouted.
"Ha-rin~! Come out!!"
And then actor Yoo Su-a appeared, slowly descending the stairs.
"Ha... Is that so, butler? I have no interest in humans, so would you just kindly step aside?"
Actor Yoo Su-a wore his characteristic smile.
"I'm sorry. However... just stepping aside would be a little difficult..."
"Ooh... That's some serious confidence...? But do you know who we are and still say that?"
"Of course I do, but... haa, please understand my situation, too."
Choi Hyun-mi smirked and put a pill marked 'ex' into her mouth.
"Don't blame me if you get hurt? Since you're human, I won't kill you."
Crunch!
The sound of the pill bursting echoed through the hall, and the people in black grinned slyly.
Then actor Yoo Su-a swept his hair back, let out a bitter smile, and slightly bowed his head.
"Ah, I would be grateful if you did."
Plop... Plop.
After taking the pill, her body pulsed with a 'thump!' and then Choi Hyun-mi began to scream.
In an instant, her arms and legs swelled, and her clothes began to tear and twist.
"Kuaaaaah...."
Choi Hyun-mi's eyes gradually reddened as she began to awaken.
Bang!...
Choi Hyun-mi had appeared as a fairly significant role from early in the work, but.
With the gunshot, and the sound of impact, 'Puk!', as the last thing she heard, she fell backward and died...
"".....""
"Ah, I'm sorry. Honestly, I thought I'd lose if you awakened... haha..."
"".....""
In the space that was beginning to turn cold, Yoo Su-a's voice echoed.
The moment one of the exorcists tried to pull out a gun, a bullet likewise lodged in their head.
Bang!
"Ahaha... Please don't pull out things like that~"
"Cut!! That's amazing, it came out so well?!"
At director Yoo Dae-yeon's words, I approached actor Yoo Su-a.
"Si-yoon~~"
"Uncle, Auntie contacted me saying you weren't answering your phone."
"Ah? I had it turned off for a while, thanks~"
"What thanks. Right, it's Aunt Ji-su's birthday this time, you didn't forget, right?"
"Of course not!"
Yoo Su-a pulled a notebook out of his pocket and checked something.
Yoo Su-a habitually carried around a pen and notebook.
Yoo Su-a's pen and notebook had become a prop-but-not-a-prop provided to actor Yoo Su-a by Notflix, for the reason that it suited the character's image.
I watched Yoo Su-a monitor his own acting.
"Si-yoon, when's your filming?"
"In four hours, so I have to go get makeup and costume soon. Why?"
"Really? Can I watch?"
I said to actor Yoo Su-a, who looked like he was thinking nothing of it.
"Uncle, you've never filmed with a close actress, right?"
"No, I've filmed a few times."
"And you still say you'll come in?"
"...?"
Seeing Yoo Su-a's expression, I started teasing.
"Well, if you really want to see, I won't stop you..."
Yoo Su-a tilted his head.
"I'll assume you said that knowing how my costume process goes."
"...Ah?"
Yoo Su-a began to look horrified, as if remembering my bandage underwear.
"Besides Dad, it would be the first time I show my bare skin to the opposite sex; I guess I'll have to ask Aunt Ji-su's permission~"
"Wait!!! Si-yoon!"
I ran away and called Aunt Ji-su.
Yoo Su-a tried to catch me, but there was no way an ordinary person could succeed at something even Park Ji-hoon, who had only ever trained in martial arts, couldn't do.
"Si-yoon!!!"
Before I knew it, exam period arrived, and I naturally sat down in my seat after arriving at school.
Da-yeon now sometimes scored 100% on everything, but for condition management, she always avoided sitting next to me.
Tae-oh and Park Ji-hoon also avoided being next to me, but brats would take advantage of that gap to sit beside me.
The way they kept glancing at me, it seemed a few were already regretting it.
The way I took exams had apparently already become a topic of gossip among the teachers, and rumors had spread.
4 minutes and 52 seconds.
That was the speed at which I opened and closed my exam pen.
When it came to writing fast, if I intended to, I could pick up a pen and scribble down at incredible speed.
Sssssssst.
After solving all the problems, I slowly raised my hand; from far away, the proctoring teacher approached with a flustered expression, checking the time.
After the proctor collected my answer sheet, I immediately took out a cushion with Beta's face on it from my bag, planted my head down, and slept.
Haaaaahp..... Pwhoooooo.....
My speed at solving problems was overwhelming, but when it came to the time it took to dive into dreams, I was faster than anyone else.