Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 147

“Hyung, am I cute?”

-Present. Daycare.

The teacher organized her tasks for the day in her head.

If a touch of education could become play in this environment where children run around.

She wanted to give off a unique feeling with good ideas as much as possible.

Familiarity 90%, uniqueness 10%.

She must not forget this formula.

Even when playing the same drawing game, giving quests with various patterns.

This is what a pro daycare teacher does.

“Everyone! Today, we’re going to draw!”

At the word “drawing,” Siha perked up.

He quietly sat and played with a toy, then tossed it away.

He got up from his seat and approached the teacher.

“Teacher. Teacher.”

“Yes, Siha. You like drawing, right? Thank you for reacting, even if it’s just you.”

“Hana too! Hana too!”

Hana belatedly ran over.

However, Seungjun stood behind Siha with an uninterested expression.

Seungjun had no choice but to follow along if Siha and Hana went.

Jongsu grumbled, perhaps feeling the same as Seungjun.

“Ah. We always do that. It’s not fun.”

Jaehwi muttered beside him.

“I want to draw clothes to give to Yeonju……”

Unfortunately, Jaehwi still couldn’t forget Yeonju.

So, he wanted to draw clothes related to fashion, which he was interested in these days, and give them as a gift.

Jaehwi, who had no money, was a romantic who wanted to give a gift in any way possible.

Though he was a bit of a coward.

“Hehehe.”

The teacher rubbed her forehead and shook her head.

The children looked at the teacher, sensing something was up.

They knew that something fun would come out when she made a knowing expression like a detective.

“Today, we’re going to make something for the poetry and drawing contest! The daycare poetry and drawing contest!”

The children tilted their heads.

They knew what drawing was, but not poetry.

“Poetry is like a kind of song. The teacher will show you what poetry is. Ahem.”

She cleared her throat and began to recite poetry in a beautiful voice.

Tailored to the children.

“Title: Drawing Author: Yoo Dahee.”

[On a white drawing paper.

Scratch, scratch with colored pencils.

The imagination in my head.

Scratch, scratch with an eraser.

It’s okay if it’s erased.

There’s a drawing left.

It’s okay if it’s erased.

There’s a heart left.]

Surprisingly normal content made the director startled, and she looked at Teacher Yoo Dahee.

The director shouted inwardly, ‘Yoo Taeshik is back!’ but the teacher couldn’t hear the voice in her heart.

Yoo Dahee looked at the children, proud of her poem tailored to their level.

“How is it? That’s what poetry is. Now, draw a picture that matches this poem. Like drawing a book with colored pencils on this white drawing paper, and also drawing an eraser.”

The teacher showed them an already completed drawing.

The poem was written in black letters, and the sketchbook was entirely colored without a white background.

“Isn’t it really pretty when a poem is written on a picture like this?”

“Yes!”

“Everyone, write a poem or choose a poem you like and draw a picture.”

“Yes!”

“If you write all the poems and tell the teacher, I’ll write them down in letters!”

The children held their sketchbooks and colored pencils with sparkling eyes.

The teacher smiled slyly inside.

Hehehe.

The background being all colored in is a plan to make the children spend more time!

It’s tiring if it ends too quickly.

With this, they can enjoy poetry enough for today.

But there was a problem: she had to help the children who didn’t know how to read choose a poem.

In other words, she had to read it to them.

But that wasn’t a big problem.

Her throat was always ready to sacrifice itself.

The teacher’s throat was more trained than any opera singer.

“Then shall we all start?”

“Yes!”

Surprisingly, there were a few children who were burning with the desire to create poetry.

A team with hidden artistic talent.

That was the Siha team.

Seungjun asked.

“Siha, are you going to make a poem?”

“Ah ah!”

“Oh! Teacher, Siha is going to make a poem!”

“Okay~ Director, please help.”

The director went to Siha’s side.

The teacher went to Jongsu’s side.

“Okay, Siha. What kind of poem are you going to make?”

“Ah ah. Hyung [older brother or a term of endearment for a close male friend].”

“Really? Then tell me. The director will write it all down.”

The director was nervous.

Siha’s words required a sense of humor, to say the least.

No. It needed transcendental translation.

“What’s the title?”

“Hyung!”

“Okay. Tell me about the poem.”

“Ah ah!”

Siha pondered for a moment and then said the poem.

“Hyung. Hyung. Siha hyung. Thank you. Thank you. Siha play. Siha sleep. Belly here.”

Siha imitated Si Hyuk driving, showed him typing on a laptop, patted his belly, and puffed out his chest.

It was no exaggeration to say that he was speaking poetry with his body.

The director wrote it down with a cold sweat.

[Hyung. Hyung. Our hyung.

Thank you. Thank you.

For playing with me.

Thank you. Thank you.

For sleeping with me.

Thank you. Thank you.

For being by my side.

The way you drive.

The way you type on the laptop.

Always looking cool.

Hyung. Hyung. Our hyung.]

A transcendental translation written down in a fluid hand.

The director wiped away sweat, satisfied.

Is it still hot? Should I turn on the air conditioner a little more?

Thinking that, she read it to Siha.

Siha clapped his hands, happy.

“Director Teacher! Hana too! Hana too!”

“Okay, Hana. What poem are you going to write?”

“Lily lily. Forsythia!”

“Isn’t that a song?”

“Hehe!”

Hana stuck out her tongue as if she had been caught.

Seungjun wasn’t interested in writing a poem, so he asked her to choose one for him.

“I want one with a ball in it!”

Of course, Seungjun couldn’t give up sports.

***

After choosing all the poems.

Finally, it was time to draw.

The concise and fun expressions of poetry are good for children’s emotions.

Of course, they were selected as children’s poems, not difficult ones.

It’s even better because it’s connected to drawing, which is a regular activity.

And there’s something else that’s connected.

That’s a friend.

Jongsu approached Siha.

“Siha.”

“Huh?”

“Did you decide on a poem?”

“Poem did.”

“Then let’s have a drawing contest! They’re going to present it. The loser becomes the subordinate for a day!”

“Huh?”

Siha slightly avoided eye contact, not particularly interested in the contest.

Jongsu misunderstood that.

“Ah! Are you running away?”

“Huh?”

“You’re not confident because your poem isn’t good! I chose an amazing poem!”

Siha’s eyes gained strength.

The corners of his eyes went up by 1mm.

Glaring.

The reason for this was nothing special.

Saying the poem wasn’t good was no different from saying Hyung wasn’t good.

Siha decided to accept this match.

“Okay.”

“Oh! That’s how it should be.”

Then Seungjun, who was next to him, chimed in.

“Then I’ll do it too! The loser has to grant all the wishes of the winner.”

“Hana too! Hana too!”

Jaehwi, who was behind them, quietly backed away.

“I don’t want to do it.”

Jongsu, who didn’t hear that, said.

“Jaehwi, you’re going to do it too, right?”

“Huh?”

“You’re good at drawing too. You can win!”

“Oh. Okay. I’ll do it.”

When Jaehwi receives this much attention, his bluff is activated.

Inevitably, a five-way match was formed.

Jongsu said.

“Then let’s start to see who wins!”

Everyone picked up their sketchbooks and colored pencils and started drawing diligently.

Siha also pondered for a moment and then drew a picture.

“Ah ah. Hyung!”

Hyung penguin. Siha penguin.

Two penguins were gradually being born on the white sketchbook.

A pink light sat on his small hand.

The force in his hand was released so that it wouldn’t be too much, and the colored pencil was drawn smoothly.

There were no hairlines on the lines that were drawn several times.

Only the dark color emphasized the picture.

Blue. More blue.

It looked simple, but no one noticed that experience was melted inside.

“Ah ah.”

Siha nodded, looking at the deepening colors.

When it was time to paint the background last.

He left the small desk in front of him and flopped down on the floor, shaking his legs.

He hummed and painted diligently while lying on his stomach.

Just like any other child.

***

I arrived at the daycare to pick up Siha.

Quiet.

The inside was strangely silent.

I don’t know what they’re doing, but it seems like quiet days like this are rare.

“Excuse me, teacher?”

“Yes, yes!”

Teacher Yoo Dahee rushed to the shoe rack.

She looked at me, fixing her hair.

“Ah! It’s because the kids are working hard on coloring today. Haha. It’s quiet, right? The kids are incredibly focused today.”

“I see. It’s usually noisy even when they’re drawing. Did something happen?”

“Actually, we’re preparing for the poetry and drawing contest.”

“Poetry and drawing contest? Oh! Can I see it too?”

“Of course. But we’re not doing it today. It’s not just our daycare that’s doing it.”

“Huh?”

“It was written in the notice, but didn’t you see it?”

“Ah……”

Actually, I’ve been so busy lately that I only roughly looked at the notice to see what Siha did.

I only checked if there was anything on the list of necessary supplies.

I’m leaving it entirely up to the daycare teacher to decide what kind of events or classes to do.

It’s like a college student who doesn’t look at the course syllabus.

“I didn’t know.”

“Aha! This time, the contest is to make the kids familiar with poetry.”

“I think I know that. That’s a good education.”

“These days, they talk about early education, early education. But we can’t really do early education. But we can’t just let go.”

“That’s right.”

“So, we’re trying to educate the kids through play. Because it’s not studying, it’s just playing. You don’t necessarily have to remember it.”

“Like poetry?”

“Yes.”

In the old days, they used to memorize a lot.

Of course, it feels like a study method for geniuses.

“You don’t have to remember it?”

“Of course not.”

The teacher gently placed her hand on her chest.

“Originally, is literature something you remember with your head? You remember it with your heart.”

“You’ve suddenly become a literary person.”

“I’m actually aiming to be a children’s book writer. As a side job.”

“I know. I think you’ll be one soon.”

Perhaps a dark fairy tale writer would suit her very well.

Sometimes, too much reality appears.

Not only does she show dreams and fantasies, but she also subtly brings in reality.

The teacher clapped her hands as if she was happy.

“Really?”

“Yes. Really. But the presentation?”

“Ah! Look at my mind. The presentation is a joint effort with other daycares. When I say joint, it’s not as much as a sports day, but just one daycare.”

“Is there a reason for doing that?”

“Of course. Presenting is something you do in front of new people. It’s okay if you’re not good at it. It’s okay if you stutter. If you have these experiences in advance, you won’t be afraid to present in front of people.”

“Will the kids be scared?”

“Um. More than being scared, they’re more likely to be shy. It’s a natural experience, so I think it’ll be good.”

Thinking about it, it doesn’t seem bad.

Presenting in front of friends is something they can do later in elementary school.

“I definitely want to participate. I have to capture Siha’s presentation on camera.”

“So, I’m thinking of making a PPT [PowerPoint presentation].”

“Huh? Isn’t that too much trouble?”

“Still, it’s next to Kangin University! We have to do the latest presentation. The flower of the presentation is PPT! Actually, I think it’ll just end with uploading one picture. This time, with the picture he drew with the poem.”

Already a PPT presentation…….

Lee Siha. Presenting at the age of 3.

Isn’t that too much early education?

I was a little worried.

“Hyung?”

“Huh? Siha.”

“Ah ah! Hyung!”

Siha ran over and snuggled into my arms.

After being like that for a while, he showed me the sketchbook in his hand.

“Hyung!”

“Wow! You drew well. The poem is about Hyung too?”

“Ah ah! Siha poem!”

“Siha wrote the poem?!”

“Ah ah!”

I looked at the teacher as if to ask if it was true, and the teacher nodded.

Reading the poem, his words have increased a lot.

It’s increased to the point where he can make a poem like this…….

I was a little touched.

“Siha.”

“Huh?”

“Hyung will make Siha’s PPT.”

Siha’s first PPT presentation debut.

I have to capture this emotion.

The teacher in front of me questioned.

“It’s only going to be one or two pages, so there won’t be much to make……”