Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 255

“Hyung, aren’t I cute?” Episode 255 (255/500)

Seung-jun shouted.

“Aaaagh! Is Siha obese?!”

“No way! I can’t believe it, not even one bit.”

The twins circled around Siha in shock.

Siha tilted his head, puzzled.

“Obese what?”

“It means chubby.”

“!!!”

Siha looked shocked.

He looked down at his belly.

Thump. Thump.

Was he really chubby?! Was the teacher lying? No way. Hyung [older brother or male friend] didn’t say anything about that?

A whirlwind of thoughts swirled in Siha’s head.

A drizzle of rain fell, mirroring the complex emotions of the child.

“Ahem, Siha. It’s a machine error.”

The teacher picked Siha up.

“If we do it again, it’ll say ‘normal.’”

“Or if not?”

“Huh?”

The teacher was a little flustered.

What if it really wasn’t? Well, let’s blame it on the machine. It’s a bit of an older model anyway. These days, InBody machines give very, very accurate readings, they say.

Since that thing’s manufacturing date is quite old, it’s natural that it’s inaccurate.

“Or maybe that machine is just being mischievous.”

“Mischievous?”

“Yeah. It’s playing a trick because Siha is too cute.”

“Ah.”

The teacher put Siha down again.

-Beep. Normal.

The machine finally spoke the truth.

There must have been some kind of error earlier.

“See! Siha. It says you’re normal.”

“Ah. Right!”

“Siha isn’t chubby. Right?”

Siha nodded more vigorously than usual.

A posture of infinite affirmation. Anyway, since there’s a good result for me, it’s unconditionally right.

That was the feeling behind his nod.

Seung-jun said.

“I should go up there this time!”

-Beep. Obese.

“Aaaagh!”

The machine malfunctioned again and said that.

Seung-jun clutched his head and shouted, “Absolutely not!”

Hana, seeing that, said.

“Chubby. Oh Seung-jun!”

When did she start leaving out the word ‘oppa’ [term used by younger girls to address older brothers or male friends]?

The old Hana wasn’t like this.

Perhaps it’s because Seung-jun’s playfulness made him seem like a childish older brother.

Maybe secretly calling him that gives her a strange kind of fun.

“I’m not chubby.”

“You are. Look. Siha came out as normal, so the machine is working properly. When oppa went up again, the machine said chubby. That’s a fact.”

Hana, the machine said ‘obese,’ not ‘chubby’ in an unpleasant way.

Well, neither is very pleasant to hear, though.

“Alright, alright. Are all the questions resolved now? Let’s make the bell.”

“Teacher! I’m not chubby!”

“Yes, Seung-jun isn’t chubby. The teacher knows. The machine is weird. It must be broken.”

“Aish! Why is it breaking down and causing trouble.”

Siha was giving the machine a scolding.

“Ah, be good. Be good.”

That’s how the weight incident ended, and bell-making began.

Everyone is drawing diligently.

The teacher squeezed the paints onto the palette, color by color.

It was the first time letting the children play with paint.

Normally, she would have them use colored pencils or crayons, but it’s too inconvenient to paint on these paper cups.

Also, it’s too easy for the children to make a mess of their clothes.

So today, she came prepared.

Though it looks like it will be over soon.

“Alright. Is this everyone’s first time using paint?”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“Siha know this.”

“Siha, have you used it before? Did you do it with hyung?”

Siha shook his head.

“Mommy.”

“Huh?”

“Siha baby time, did with mommy.”

Siha, you’re still a baby now.

That was the first thought that came to mind, but the words that came out of Siha’s mouth were completely unexpected.

When did he ever use paint with his mother?

“That must have been fun!”

“Ah. Fun. Do again. Again.”

“Yeah. You said ‘do again’ while doing it?”

“Ah?”

The teacher didn’t know what expression to make, so she just smiled.

Siha looked at the pink light in his hand and liked it, saying, “Do again.”

Now that his brain has developed a bit, he thought of the light not as his mother, but as ‘sparkles’ that communicate with him.

Like a smartphone.

“Then shall we use the paint? There’s also a water container here. You mustn’t accidentally knock it over. Got it?”

“Yes!”

They say that, but I can’t trust them.

Accidents always happen unexpectedly.

So, she put the small water container inside a bucket.

Even if they knock over the container inside, it won’t spill out.

The problem is knocking over the whole bucket, but she plans to keep a close eye on that.

“Teacher. It’s uncomfortable. Can’t you take away the bucket and just put the water container here?”

“That won’t do!”

Sometimes discomfort ensures safety.

The children will carefully dab the brush into the water.

“Ah. Fun.”

“Siha is doing very well.”

Still, not much water is needed.

It’s just painting on paper cups.

And if there’s too much water, the paper cup will become flimsy.

“Sparkle. Sparkle.”

Siha grabbed the brush after a long time.

The pink light seemed to overlap his hand.

Together, they made small brush strokes.

There were no drawings on the paper cup.

The wind blooming from the tip of the brush ran unhindered, intertwined, and was very free.

The paint was red.

Several X-shaped lines were visible, and the lines were drawn to the round part of the cup.

Two water drop shapes and two lines were drawn, and Siha’s drawing was finished.

“All done!”

The teacher tilted her head, looking at Siha’s drawing.

What on earth is that drawing?

Is that Siha’s goal for next year?

While she was wondering, the other children were making a fuss, saying they were finished too.

“Everyone, are you all done?”

“Yes!”

“Then that’s good. The teacher will make a hole in the bottom of the paper cup and attach the bell. And then everyone will present.”

Perhaps Siha’s drawing will be revealed through this presentation.

She quickly attached the bells to the children’s cups and completed them.

The teacher waited with anticipation.

The first to raise his hand was Jae-hui.

“Oh my. Jae-hui. You’re stepping up first today?”

“Yes. Hehehe.”

Jae-hui confidently held up his finished bell.

Dingle, dingle.

The small round part of the paper cup was painted black with a consistent thickness.

About 1/5 of it.

Underneath that, it was drawn in a zigzag pattern, and the bottom was all painted brown.

It was a very simple drawing.

“This is a pencil. The black part is where you write, and the brown part is the wood. I’m going to study design hard next year.”

The teacher’s eyes widened.

She thought it was simple, but it was a pencil.

The zigzag part must have been meant to represent the sharpened part of the pencil.

“Everyone, clap!”

Clap, clap, clap.

Jae-hui sat down, his face slightly red, as if he was embarrassed.

With that kind of creativity, he would make good clothes.

Next was Jong-su.

“I drew a book here. I’m going to study a lot next year and become smart.”

The children are already interested in studying.

The teacher felt a little sad as a teacher.

Then Seung-jun said.

“Ah! Jong-su, you’re an idiot.”

“What?! I don’t want to hear that from you.”

“Actually, I know you’re smart.”

“Hmm. If you know, that’s enough. Geez.”

“But you’re an idiot.”

“Hey!”

Jong-su became a smart idiot because of Seung-jun’s words.

Siha next to him clapped his hands.

“Jong-su did good.”

“Hey! Lee Siha! Do you think I’m an idiot too?!”

Siha was just praising Jong-su’s drawing and goal, but the timing was too bad.

The teacher wanted to ask Siha.

Why at that timing of all times?

“Ah? Jong-su idiot?”

“I. I. Asked you. Do you think I’m an idiot.”

“Why?”

“No. Ugh! Never mind.”

Jong-su frustratingly beat his chest.

Siha tilted his head, not knowing why.

It’s because he was thinking about other things and didn’t hear Jong-su and Seung-jun’s conversation.

“Alright, alright. Jong-su has set a very wonderful goal. Everyone, clap.”

Clap, clap, clap.

Jong-su went in with a somewhat uneasy expression.

Sorry, Jong-su. There are only my-ways here [people who are self-centered or do things their own way].

Jae-hui is the only one who gets along well.

“Next is me!”

Seung-jun stood up.

Jong-su’s eyes lit up.

Alright. Let’s see how well you do.

“There are legs crossed here. The thing flying is a soccer ball!”

Only legs were drawn crossed, and it was eerily cut off.

The soccer ball also flies around.

“This is a rabona kick [a soccer kick where the kicking leg crosses behind the standing leg]. I’m going to acquire this kick next year.”

Jong-su said as if taking revenge from earlier.

“Yeah. You’re good at shooting.”

“Hehe.”

“But you probably can’t do a rabona kick? You’re chubby, so your legs won’t cross.”

“Hey! I’m not chubby?!”

“Really? Then your legs must be short.”

Since he’s still a child, there’s nothing he can do about his short legs.

Seung-jun crossed his legs in an X shape.

“You can do it like this!”

But he lost his balance and fell.

Jong-su laughed at the sight.

Seung-jun glared at Jong-su, trembling.

Siha, seeing Seung-jun, said.

“Seung-jun.”

“Huh?”

“Rabona kick do tomorrow?”

“Huh?”

“Tomorrow next year.”

“No. I have to practice.”

“Can do!”

“Huh? Thanks. Siha. I can do it!”

Suddenly, a warm air flowed.

Jong-su looked at Siha as if he couldn’t believe it.

“You didn’t say those things to me!”

“Ah?”

In the end, it ended leaving only scars on Jong-su.

Seung-jun proudly put his arm around Siha’s shoulder and sent a hateful smile.

“Ahaha.”

The teacher didn’t care anymore.

This kind of thing happens every day. You guys will be bickering the same way next year too.

Hana jumped up.

“Oppa. Move.”

“Huh? Okay.”

Seung-jun shrank endlessly in front of Hana.

“Hana drew a stage. It’s a scene of me singing. I want to work part-time at a cafe in the new year.”

Suddenly? As you please?

She must be thinking about the part-time job that Seo Su-hyeon used to work at.

It was a truly commendable dream.

“I’m going to earn money and use it for music lessons. Mom doesn’t have to pay.”

It was a truly admirable thought.

She’s already trying to earn money and pay for it herself.

Hana shook the bell with a proud expression.

Next was Yun-dong.

“Hmm. Me freeze perfectly. End.”

It was simple.

The drawing was something like a stick figure doing a handstand, though.

Eun-woo laughed.

“Puhaha. Stick figure. Stick figure. Can’t draw!”

“You?”

“Me? Puhaha. I can’t draw either!”

Eun-woo laughed heartily, looking at his bell.

It was a little different from the relationship between Jong-su and Seung-jun.

Eun-woo’s personality was good to begin with, and Yun-dong didn’t care about anything except dancing.

The two are always together and get along well.

“I’m a piano. I’m going to make rap diligently.”

Eun-woo shook the bell.

That’s how the children’s presentations were finished.

Except for one person.

“Ah. All done!”

“Siha. You didn’t do it.”

“Siha no do? No know!”

Siha’s eyes widened as if to ask if it was true.

Where did you present?

He’s sometimes spacing out, so did he already do it in his imagination?

The teacher laughed, imagining Siha like that.

“Alright. Siha. Please present.”

“Ah!”

Siha held up his bell.

And he stuck out his belly. He was very proud.

Siha, don’t just show it, you have to say something.

“Siha, what is that?”

“Shoes. Shoes.”

“Huh?”

The teacher looked at Siha’s bell again.

Come to think of it, that line looked like a shoelace.

She didn’t know because the X-shaped lines in the front and back were connected as one.

The difference was that there was a ribbon drawn in the front.

If you look closely, you can see that the intersecting parts are distinguished by the red density.

Which is above and which is below.

“But why is there an X in the back too?”

“Inside shoes. X.”

“Ah!”

The white blank space is the shoe. The red is the shoelace.

Among them, it can be seen that the white space is focused only on the side where the shoe is tied.

He expressed that in the round spatial aspect of the paper cup.

The teacher felt a slight chill.

She thought Jae-hui was creative, but Siha was more so.

Even though she already knew.

The children just watched, saying, “Wow!” at Siha’s words.

“Siha, then what does this mean?”

“This?”

“Yeah.”

Siha smiled softly.