Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 493

Hyung, aren’t I cute? Hyung, aren’t I cute? Extra Story – Chapter 68

Extra Story 68: Sports Day (1)

Gangin Elementary School.

The first-grade homeroom teacher was carefully reviewing the interviews the children had conducted.

‘I wonder if this was a chance for them to learn about their moms and dads?’

‘Cute.’

The clumsy handwriting was adorable.

The kind of writing you only see at this age.

Memories they’ll look back on later and laugh about, wondering why they wrote so poorly.

Those feelings were embedded in the letters.

“Teacher, what’s so funny?”

The second-grade teacher sitting next to her asked.

“The kids did job interviews this time, and they’re so cute.”

“Ah, our kids did that too, and they all really enjoyed it. The writing is cute too.”

“I know.”

The first-grade teacher looked at the interview papers again.

This time, it was about Shiah.

She didn’t know how many interviews they had done.

Seeing ‘Hyung-ssi’ [older brother/male friend suffix] and ‘Uncle-ssi’ [uncle suffix] written, she could tell who they had interviewed.

‘What is this?’

Isn’t it funny to call someone Hyung-ssi and Uncle-ssi as their names?

Even Uncle-ssi’s name was Lee Hwa-sang.

‘No way. It must be a joke. How can someone’s name be Lee Hwa-sang?’

The interview content was also somewhat amusing, but there were many parts where she wondered if it was correct.

“Who is Baekdong-ssi?”

Seung-joon and Hana also wrote Baekdong-ssi, which was a very unique name.

She had met many children and parents, but she felt like she had never heard the name Baekdong before.

‘That’s a unique name.’

She knew that there was a metal called Baekdong [an alloy of copper, zinc, and nickel, also known as German silver], but she didn’t know there was a person with that name.

The teacher didn’t know that the children had all written nicknames, even though his actual name was Baek Dong-hwan.

Then, the second-grade teacher next to her said.

“Oh, right. Teacher, have you decided what the kids’ class shirts will be?”

The homeroom teacher remembered that Sports Day was coming up soon.

They had to prepare class shirts for that, but they hadn’t decided yet.

“Ah. No, not yet. I’m going to discuss it with the kids.”

“Oh? You’re going to ask the kids’ opinions? I don’t know about the upper grades, but isn’t it better for us to decide for the lower grades? After all, the cost is fixed.”

“Still, I have to ask. I’m going to make a list and show it to them anyway.”

“Hmm. Should I do that too?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to do that? The kids have their own preferences.”

“I should do that too. Let me know in the group chat when you decide. It might overlap.”

“Yes, of course.”

The homeroom teacher got up from her seat.

She had roughly reviewed all the interview content and stamped them.

Now it was time to return them to the children.

***

Shiah was in the classroom, looking at the class shirts that the teacher was showing at the front.

“Everyone, which one do you think is good?”

Plain designs with different colors.

Of course, there were also types with lines to add emphasis.

Most of them were simple designs.

The children had no choice but to worry with limited options.

However, there were children who made other suggestions, and they were the kids from Gangin Kindergarten.

Seung-joon said.

“Teacher! I wish the class shirts had numbers on the back!”

“Yeah. Like a soccer player?”

“Yes!”

“I’ll think about it. Any other opinions?”

This time, Hana raised her hand.

“Teacher! I think we should just do that for the class shirt and have headbands! It would be pretty if we had them on our wrists and heads. Not just any headband, but one with a pretty crescent moon in the middle.”

Hana, who had seen an idol doing it somewhere, said with sparkling eyes.

She chose a white one with a red stripe among the suggested class shirts.

“Yeah. That would be really pretty.”

The teacher also liked it.

She was relieved that it wasn’t a strange opinion.

“Anything else?”

Jaehwi raised his hand to the teacher’s question.

“Oh? Jaehwi has an opinion too?”

“Yes!”

She never thought that the quiet Jaehwi would have an opinion.

The teacher remembered that Jaehwi liked fashion.

“I saw something pretty before. Wearing a black baseball jersey over a white t-shirt. With wristbands on. That was pretty. You can decorate the hats in various ways too.”

She didn’t expect such a specific opinion to come out.

“Oh, wait a minute. You want something like this?”

The teacher searched on the monitor and showed it to the children.

“Yes!”

Certainly, the design was good and worth trying.

The problem was whether they sold something that fit the children’s bodies.

At that time, Jong-soo was about to raise his hand but stopped.

“Jong-soo, do you have an opinion too?”

“Ah. No. Just.”

“Why? It’s okay to say it.”

Jong-soo glanced at Jaehwi and cleared his throat.

“I was just going to say that I think what Jaehwi said is good.”

The teacher felt that Jong-soo was going to suggest choosing a different outfit, but he seemed to have backed down because Jaehwi gave his opinion.

Jong-soo would have just suggested choosing a simple t-shirt.

“So, there were various opinions, and there’s nothing else now? Now, let’s choose from these…….”

Then Shiah raised his hand.

“Oh, Shiah. Do you have any more opinions?”

“Yes!”

The teacher swallowed hard.

What kind of story will come out now?

“I want that.”

“That what?”

How would the teacher know if you said ‘that’!

Shiah pointed to his clothes.

“Shiah’s clothes as the class shirt?”

“No. Not that.”

Then what is it! Say it!

“It would be nice to make a class shirt.”

“Huh? Make a class shirt?”

“Yes! I wish we could make a character to go on the class shirt!”

“Character?”

“Pepe!”

“Pepe?”

“It’s the name of the penguin character in the emoticons. Pepe!”

“Ah. Pepe.”

“I wish there was a Pepe character on the class shirt!”

“Uh oh…. Would the other kids like it?”

“They’ll like it!”

Where does that confidence come from?

The teacher searched for Pepe emoticons.

Come to think of it, it was an emoticon that the kids used to use a lot.

So this emoticon’s name was Pepe.

It was cute, and it seemed like it could be made into a character.

But isn’t this merchandise?

“If you don’t like it, everyone can draw their own picture and put it on the clothes.”

“Huh?”

“It’s a class shirt, so it would be nice to make it together.”

“That’s true, isn’t it?”

What is it? I’m being persuaded.

“And if you draw it as a character, you can put everything your friends want in it. Soccer player uniforms, idols, and baseball jerseys can all be drawn as characters.”

“It’s not like you can do that as you please.”

“If everyone draws it, I’ll draw it on the pad!”

“Huh?”

“I can draw well!”

“No. The teacher doesn’t want to make Shiah do that much work.”

“I’m doing it because I want to? I want to have a character class shirt.”

“Uh oh?”

The teacher pondered.

Pondering whether to make a character class shirt or not.

But when you think about it, there’s no need for this kind of worry.

Because you can just ask the kids.

“Kids. What do you think of Shiah’s idea? Would you like to make a class shirt together? If you say you’ll make it, the teacher will try everything from the t-shirt to engraving it. It’s okay if you can’t draw well because Shiah is here.”

The children started whispering while thinking.

The teacher waited, giving them time to think.

“Okay. Let’s decide now. Who wants to do what Shiah said?”

Chuck. Chuck. Chuck.

A majority of the children raised their hands.

She never thought they would be so active.

“Okay. Then let’s draw the character you’re thinking of from today. And give it to Shiah, and she’ll draw that character on the pad. Right?”

“Yes!”

Shiah had a proud expression on her face.

Because she was able to embrace everything the children wanted.

Then Hana said.

“Teacher. What about the headbands?”

“Haha. The teacher will try to buy that too.”

“Yay!”

The teacher roughly organized the budget.

If it’s not too excessive, the school will allow it.

And this is also a kind of education.

Paperwork is the homeroom teacher’s job.

So there was no problem.

“Then let’s all do our best!”

“Yes!”

***

Shiah finished Taekwondo and returned home.

She said, “I’m home,” and rushed into her room.

“Shiah. You have to wash your hands.”

“Oh, right!”

She popped out again and went to the bathroom.

I wonder what she’s in such a hurry for.

She seems restless today.

“Hyung. Are you working today?”

“I worked hard when Shiah was at school.”

“Is there any work left?”

“I can do it if I want to, but I don’t have to do tomorrow’s work.”

“No. You have to do it.”

“Huh?”

What is this all of a sudden?

Could it be that she wants me to work hard and earn a lot of money?

I would be so sad to hear that.

No. Should I rather become a CEO and earn as much as Shiah is satisfied with?

I put those silly thoughts aside and asked why.

“Why all of a sudden about work?”

“I said we should all make the class shirts together at Sports Day today.”

“Yeah. That’s great.”

“So we decided to draw each character.”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“But everyone doesn’t have a pad or tablet, so if they draw it on paper, I’ll move it and draw it.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah? Shiah will?”

“Yeah. It would be nice to make it together.”

“Uh…. That’s true.”

Drawing the characters that the children have worked hard to think about.

It was definitely something Shiah could do well.

And the children can participate well too.

The problem is that Shiah has a lot of work to do.

“Then Shiah has too much work to do, right?”

“It’s okay. I’m working like Hyung!”

“Oh. That’s true, isn’t it?”

“And I’m going to draw Pepe. Pepe.”

“Oh. Are you really going to draw it after a long time?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s great. Our Shiah.”

I stroked Shiah’s head.

You could say it’s a job of bringing the hearts of friends together.

She gathered opinions into one when she was the head of the environmental beautification department, and it seems to be the same this time.

“It’s the same as Hyung. Right?”

“Yeah. That’s right. Shall we work together?”

“Yeah!”

Today is not a day to play, but a day to work.

But drawing is not a job for Shiah.

Shiah took the pad and approached her uncle, who was one with the sofa.

“Uncle. Turn down the TV because we’re going to work here.”

“No. There are so many spaces, why are you working here?”

“Because there’s a table here, so Hyung and I can work together.”

“No! I’m doing something important now!”

“You always say it’s important. What’s more important than working here.”

Uncle shook his finger.

“Tsk tsk tsk. Sometimes rest is more important than work. Global companies always give rest time during work hours.”

“Uncle. Then if you were a spy, would you stop being a spy for a while and take a break? And then work?”

“…….”

Uncle couldn’t say anything.

Because the spy job is like, ‘Excuse me? I’m going to take a 10-minute break and be Lee Hwa-sang again and then be a spy again~’ you can’t do that.

“Cough. I can’t help it. Just this once.”

“I’ll put Uncle’s character on my class shirt too.”

“Oh? What kind?”

“Devil Pepe.”

“Hey! That’s the old Devil Pepe. And can’t you pronounce it right? Angma is Devil.”

“No. It’s Angma. Because I already pronounced it that way.”

“Ugh. That’s me.”

“Cute.”

“It’s cute…….”

Because the original is Pepe.

Shiah put the pad in front of the table and sat down to work.

She’s leaning on the sofa like a characteristic of Koreans.

“Hyung. Come quickly. Now you can only hear a little bit.”

“Yeah. Thank you. Shiah.”

Shiah was tapping the seat next to her with a proud expression, and I wondered if this was right.

I just gently picked up my laptop and sat next to her.

“I’m done with this if I call it and paste it!”

Uncle tackled.

“No! It’s not drawing a new one, it’s copy and paste!”

“Uncle. You have to do this kind of thing quickly. And there’s Angel Pepe, Devil Pepe, and Pepe, the three musketeers.”

“That’s not the problem, it’s over with copy and paste?”

“Uncle. What’s the problem since this is also a picture I drew.”

“Cough.”

Uncle had a very expressive face.

Because Shiah’s t-shirt character was made in a flash.

“Then I have to draw a little. Like these three are holding hands.”

Shiah erased a few times and made them hold hands.

And filled in the colors again.

It really didn’t take much time to draw everything.

Because it’s an emoticon character.

“I feel like I’ve seen a fraudulent act.”

“No. It’s just the beginning.”

Shiah ran somewhere and brought her bag.

And took out the picture from there.

It’s the picture of the friends I received today.

“Hyung. Take a picture of this and send it to me. I’m going to draw it over.”

“Uhm.”

“Why?”

“Shall we scan it with a printer instead of a picture? I think it’ll be cleaner.”

“?!”

Uncle said from behind.

“If it’s just that kind of character, Shiah can just look at it and draw it instead of drawing it over. It doesn’t seem difficult.”

Shiah shook her head firmly.

“No!”

“Why?”

“If I look at it and draw it, it’ll look too much like I drew it.”

I was impressed by Shiah’s words.

Because it seems like she’s really thinking about her friends.

It seemed like she was trying to preserve even the individuality of her friends’ drawings.

Even if it looks a little strange to someone.

“Then what about this?”

Uncle raised one of the papers, laughing in disbelief.

A bizarre person with their head facing the ground and their limbs falling apart and twisted.

And there were swirls drawn around it.

I felt like what the hell is that grotesque picture?

Shiah stammered.

“Th, that’s. It needs to be repaired. Yoon-dong did his best!”

Lee Shiah, who is working hard to defend her friend!

“He asked me to repair it!”

Yoon-dong. You ended up asking Shiah…….

Some friends can’t draw.

Sometimes you need someone to repair it. Yes!