Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 293

Hyung, Aren’t I Cute? (293/500)

At daycare, Siha boasted about what happened yesterday.

He recounted the story of making an airplane with clothespins and turning *twigim* [Korean-style fried food] into *twigim*.

And how much fun it was to play with airplanes with Hyung.

The twins and Yeonju listened to Siha’s words with great interest.

“Wow! Siha, that sounds really fun. I’ve played with clothespins too! I stuck them on my ears to make earrings. And I clipped my nose really hard to make a nose ring. Hahaha.”

Hana, who was next to him, shook her head.

She already looked like she couldn’t understand Seungjun’s quirky jokes.

“I don’t know why Oppa [term for older brother used by girls in Korean] thinks it’s fun when it hurts.”

“Mom laughed and giggled because it was fun!”

“Mom definitely laughed on purpose. It’s not fun at all.”

“No! That can’t be true!”

Seungjun’s mom just laughed because his actions were so unpredictable.

Seungjun, who didn’t know that, firmly believed that he was funny.

Siha poked Seungjun’s ear.

“Clothespin. Clothespin.”

“Aah! It bit me!”

“Now Seungjun’s ear needs to be dried.”

“???”

“Laundry-dae-sseo [Laundry.”. It seems Siha is trying to say Laundry is done, but is using baby talk].”

“Am I being hung up to dry?”

“Aaaah.”

Seungjun made a gesture as if he were hung up like laundry.

As if he were hanging on a clothes hanger.

Hana wondered why he was spreading his arms like that when she grabbed his ear.

“Seungjun. All dried!”

“Ooh!”

Seungjun put his cheeks inside his mouth to express that he was very dry.

Holding his neck.

“Thirsty~”

“Should I give you water?”

“Too dry. Thump.”

“Dangerous! We need to go to the hospitawl. Hospitawl.”

Hana’s eyes sparkled.

Because she wanted to be a cool nurse at the hospital.

“Hana is a nurse. Patient, come here!”

Hana looked at Yeonju.

“Yeonju Teacher. We have a patient here.”

“Me?”

“Yes! You’re the doctor.”

Yeonju tilted her chin as if she liked it.

She had recently become very interested in acting.

She liked the violin, but her interest changed as she watched the auditions of actors.

“Let’s go to the operating room quickly!”

“Yes!”

“Aaaah!”

Siha took steps in place to follow.

Then Yeonju stopped him.

“Ah! Siha can’t enter the operating room.”

“Why?”

“Only doctors and nurses can enter.”

“Siha wants to go too.”

“Meet us after the surgery is over.”

Yeonju pretended to open a door in the air and enter.

She looked at Seungjun, who was lying straight.

“Surgery begins.”

“Yes!”

“Hana, the scalpel.”

“Scalpel?”

“It’s like a knife. You’ve seen it on TV.”

Then Seungjun said.

“Messi?”

“Scalpel. Patient. You can’t talk. Go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

It was a surgery without anesthesia, but the children didn’t know those details anyway.

Yeonju pretended to cut Seungjun’s stomach.

“Wipe my sweat.”

“Okay!”

Hana tapped Yeonju’s forehead with her sleeve.

“Oh no. The machine is making a beep, beep sound!”

The two faced a very urgent situation.

Seungjun was startled.

“Treat me properly quickly.”

“You’re sleeping!”

The operating room is a mess.

It was just a clothespin pinching his ear, but it turned into surgery.

Anyone who saw it would say, “Why are you making such a big deal out of it?!”.

“Whew! All done!”

“Oppa is alive.”

Siha sat next to Seungjun.

“Seungjun. Are you all better now?”

“Yeah. My cheek is back to normal.”

“That’s a relief.”

The teacher, who had been watching from the middle, tilted her head.

His cheek was the problem, but why did they cut open his stomach for surgery?

***

The teacher prepared one game today.

“Everyone. Today, we’re going to play with things we have at home. We have clothespins. It’s fun to play with them.”

“What are we doing today? Clothespins?”

“No.”

The teacher shook her head.

Today, she was going to show that even discarded trash can become a new work of art.

“Okay! Everyone. Don’t you suddenly want to eat ice cream?”

“???”

The children tilted their heads at the sudden question, but soon they wanted to eat ice cream.

Because it’s delicious.

“Siha wants choco. Choco ice cream!”

“Na-ah wants! Vanilla!”

“Hana wants strawberry!”

“Me too, strawberry.”

The teacher, who was naturally taking orders, snapped out of it.

“I’m sorry, but there’s only one type of ice cream. It’s chocolate.”

“Wow!”

Siha raised his hand.

The other children didn’t seem to mind chocolate either.

“But I can’t just give it to you. I’ll give it to the person who makes it the best.”

A bag full of ice cream sticks came out of the teacher’s hand.

“I ate them all and collected them. Of course, I washed them clean.”

That was a lie.

She just bought the sticks separately.

The children were just surprised that the teacher ate so much ice cream.

“Teacher. Go to the hospitawl. Hospitawl. Your tummy hurts. They said if you eat too much ice cream, your tummy hurts.”

“Hehehe. Siha, when you become a daycare teacher, you don’t get sick even if you eat this much ice cream.”

“Really?! Teacher is amazing.”

“I was kidding. I didn’t eat it all at once, I collected what I’ve eaten so far.”

“Teacher. Ate a lot.”

“That’s right. Okay, let’s make something fun with this today.”

The teacher took the tape and spread out six ice cream sticks and stuck them together.

A single panel was completed.

“We’re going to draw a picture on this and make a puzzle. I’ll give ice cream to the four best ones.”

Then Jongsu said.

“Liar! You’re going to give it to everyone!”

“Tch.”

That’s how it always was.

She encourages competition to work hard, and then says, “Everyone did a great job!” and gives out prizes.

The children weren’t stupid, so they already knew.

“Hehehe. I’m only giving it to four people.”

“We already know you’re going to give it to everyone. Hahaha.”

“You’re so confident, Jongsu.”

“Teacher is already in the palm of my hand [idiom meaning someone has complete control over another].”

Then Siha suddenly appeared and grabbed Jongsu’s wrist.

“Teacher. Go in here? Amazing!”

“Hey. I’m not saying Teacher is going in here.”

“Jongsu is going in?”

“No! That’s not what I mean.”

“Jongsu lied?”

“It’s an expression that I know all of Teacher’s thoughts.”

“But why a palm?”

“Huh?”

Jongsu, who didn’t even know that, rolled his eyes.

“Ah, I don’t know! Let go!”

“Jongsu doesn’t know?!”

Siha looked surprised.

Jongsu felt like he had lost again.

As if he was saying, “There’s something you don’t know?”

“I, I’ll find out later.”

“Okay. Tell me when you know.”

“Uh. Uh? Why would I tell you! Do you think I’m an encyclopedia!”

“Ah? Jongsu is an encyclopedia?”

“Noooo!”

The teacher cleared her throat and calmed them down.

Jongsu being frustrated was now a daily occurrence.

“Okay, okay. This time, I’m really only giving it to four people. Okay, go to the refrigerator.”

The teacher took out a white bag.

There was chocolate ice cream inside.

“There are only four here, right?”

“Huh?”

The children realized that only four people could really eat it.

Jongsu became even more fired up.

“Okay! Lee Siha, it’s a showdown!”

“Fighting!”

“Why are you cheering me on!”

“Ah?”

Siha was still not interested in the competition.

The teacher smiled bitterly and told them about the game.

Draw a picture on the ice cream sticks that are taped together like this. And if you drop it, it becomes a puzzle.

In other words, they were making toys out of ice cream sticks themselves.

Since eight pictures would be drawn, there would be eight puzzles.

The children would later have time to exchange and match each other’s puzzles.

“You can’t look at what pictures everyone is drawing. Then the puzzle won’t be fun, right?”

“Yes!”

The children received six ice cream sticks fixed with tape.

Everyone sat down and pondered what to draw.

Siha quickly moved his hands, as if he had something in mind.

After some time passed.

Everyone finished, removed the tape, and mixed the sticks randomly.

“Okay. Exchange with the person you want to give your puzzle to and have them match it.”

At those words, Seungjun looked at Siha.

“Siha, let’s exchange.”

“Wait!”

Jongsu intervened between the two.

He thought it was a shame to give up the match with Siha.

“Siha, exchange with me. It’s a showdown. A showdown.”

Siha looked at the two with a troubled expression.

He wondered who would be better to exchange with.

Seungjun was his best friend, and Jongsu was a friend who sometimes competed with him.

Seungjun was the first to suggest exchanging, but Jongsu had said he wanted to compete even before drawing the picture.

It was difficult to choose who to choose.

“Woong.”

“Siha, I said let’s exchange.”

“Hey. Oh Seungjun. You back off.”

While they were staring at each other, the puzzle slipped out of his hand.

Yoondong had snatched Siha’s puzzle.

“Huh? Yoondong, what are you doing!”

“Hey. Yoondong. Hand it over when I’m asking nicely!”

Jongsu said something that sounded like a villain’s line from a cartoon, but Yoondong didn’t listen at all.

He just handed his puzzle to Siha and left.

The two just stared blankly at it.

In the meantime, Eunwoo exchanged puzzles with Jaehwi, who was wandering around.

Hana and Yeonju also paired up.

What remained was Seungjun and Jongsu, unintentionally.

“Jongsu. Give me yours. I’ll take on Siha for you.”

“Hey. You’re just a soccer ball anyway.”

“I’m not a soccer ball, I’m a *soccer ball*.”

“That’s the same thing! Anyway, you’re a soccer ball!”

“I’m not.”

That’s how the two finished exchanging.

First, Seungjun.

He tries to match the part where the picture is drawn. He didn’t know what the fragments of the picture that were faintly visible on the six pieces were.

When he roughly matched them, it turned out to be a computer and a keyboard.

“Hey. Hey. You drew a computer.”

“Oh. That’s right. You’re not a soccer ball?”

Jongsu looked at Seungjun as if he was surprised.

What was drawn was the clothespin that he had talked about with Siha today.

Three of them.

He didn’t know what it was, but he was dumbfounded that he was drawing this.

“I said it faster.”

“It’s not important to say it faster, it’s important to match it first! I won.”

“No. You didn’t say ‘Correct!’ so saying it faster wins.”

“I’m not.”

For reference, the person who makes it well wins, not the person who matches it quickly.

But the two were having another match, so the teacher decided to leave them alone.

Next are Hana and Yeonju.

“Did Yeonju draw a strawberry too?”

“Yeah. Hana too?”

“Yeah! We’re on the same wavelength!”

Hana grabbed Yeonju’s hand and jumped up and down.

It seemed that the two still had a lot of attachment to strawberry ice cream.

Next are Eunwoo and Jaehwi.

“Hahaha. It’s a T-shirt. A T-shirt. Hahaha.”

“You can’t draw a T-shirt? Why are you laughing so much?”

“No. I’m just laughing because it’s funny. I know this brand too. Nike…….”

“Aah!”

“Why are you so embarrassed? Hahaha!”

“Why did Eunwoo draw poop?”

“Because it’s what I draw best!”

The teacher thought he was trying to make Na-땡key [play on words with Nike and poop in Korean] come out so she couldn’t stop him.

It seemed that Jaehwi was embarrassed because the puzzle he matched was poop.

She turned her head and looked at Siha and Yoondong.

Siha was still matching the puzzle with a puzzled expression.

Something must not be working out.

“Ah? It’s weird. What is it?”

It was no use trying to match it this way and that way.

The teacher didn’t know what the answer to that picture was either.

When she looked at Yoondong, Siha’s puzzle was already matched.

What came out was Pepe, Siha’s mascot character.

The difference was that he had a clothespin on his head.

It was somewhat grotesque.

“Yoondong. The picture is difficuwt.”

“Huh? You don’t know?”

“Aaaah.”

“This has to come here. And this is this.”

Yoondong completed Siha’s picture.

“Ah?”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s weird.”

The completed picture was also strange. The teacher felt the same way as Siha.

Because there was an unidentified picture.

There was a squashed ellipse with strange fur all over it.

There was also a semicircle that was neither an eye nor a mouth.

What is that? An alien?

“What is this?”

“Huh? Siha, don’t you know this?”

“Aaaah. Don’t know.”

“It’s a pill bug.”

“?”

Yoondong pointed to the semicircle and said it was the part where the light was shining.

The teacher was even more puzzled.

That’s a pill bug? Really? Yoondong is really bad at drawing.

Siha said.

“Jin-tta-da [It’s real!]- Pill bug-da [It’s a pill bug!].”

Siha, be careful with your pronunciation.

“Right? Right?”

“Aaaah!”

Yoondong had a proud expression on his face at Siha’s reaction.

The teacher thought.

Who are you? Where did Fake 폭 Siha go?

“Teacher.”

“Yeah?”

“Who is 4th?”

“Ah! I will announce the top works of art! The ranking is a secret.”

The teacher called out one by one.

“Siha, Jongsu, Jaehwi, Eunwoo. Top 4!”

She gave chocolate ice cream as a prize.

Hana pouted, and Yeonju didn’t show it, but she looked sad that she couldn’t eat ice cream.

Seungjun said.

“I should have drawn a soccer ball after all.”

That’s not it. Seungjun.

Yoondong grabbed his chin, pondered, and muttered.

“Why? I drew it so well?”

You really think you drew it well? That alien… I mean, pill bug?

Ah, well, I guess you could think of it as a surrealist painting. Is that right?

Unfortunately, the teacher was a realist.

“Ahem, ahem. I will give strawberry ice cream to the remaining four people!”

“Waaah-”

Hana raised her hands in the air.

Jongsu glared.

“I knew you were going to give it to everyone!”

“Hehehe. Jongsu. Teacher didn’t lie. I said I would only give it to four people. Chocolate ice cream, that is.”

“???”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t give strawberry ice cream!”

“!!!”

Jongsu opened his mouth as if he had been hit hard.

You still have a long way to go, Jongsu. There’s always a trick hidden in adults’ words.

“Teacher. Siha know it all.”

Siha put one hand on his waist and stuck out his stomach. While eating ice cream.

“Lie…….”

“No. Siha twust Teacher. I knew you would give all the ice cweam. Teacher nice. Nice.”

“Sniff.”

The teacher was moved.

And Siha added one word.

“Jin-tta-ya [It’s real].”

Siha, be careful with your pronunciation. You said ‘Jinjja-ya,’ right?

The subtle pronunciation destroyed the emotion.