Brother, Am I Cute? [EN]: Chapter 496

Hyung, am I cute? Hyung, am I cute? Extra Story – Episode 71 (4/4)

Extra Story 71: Sports Day (4)

The sports day began.

Each class stood in a line, watching the principal.

Surprisingly, the principal kept his speech short.

“I hope you have fun on this wonderful day. The most important thing is that you don’t get hurt. Losing is not a loss, but getting hurt is. So, let’s enjoy the sports day without getting hurt.”

The principal emphasized not getting hurt.

I think so too.

You always have to be careful about accidents.

It would hurt my heart if Siha got hurt.

Falling and scraping a knee is something that can happen when you’re young.

I can brush that off as part of growing up, but broken bones or other serious injuries are dangerous.

“Okay, everyone, sit in the 1st-grade stands.”

“Yes!”

The sight of the children sitting in the stands was adorable.

The way they were all wearing their class T-shirts looked cute too.

“Okay, kids. There are cheering points, so you have to cheer hard when your friends come out. Got it?”

“Yes!”

It felt like it had been a long time since I heard the words ‘cheering points’.

It’s boring to sit like this for a long time during sports day, but it’s fun to cheer hard when your friends come out.

“Siha.”

“Huh?”

“I’m going to change my clothes for a bit. Okay?”

“Huh? Clothes? Why?”

“Something got on my clothes. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay!”

I stroked Siha’s hair and went inside the school.

I went into the bathroom, took off my top, and changed into the class T-shirt.

Is this how teachers feel when they wear class T-shirts?

It just felt strange.

It felt like I was wearing a character T-shirt that kids should be wearing.

It looks pretty when you just look at it, but it feels a bit awkward when I wear it.

That’s exactly how I felt.

Still, I feel good thinking about how Siha will like it.

I came out of the bathroom and headed towards where Siha was sitting.

He was having such a fun conversation with Seungjun.

“Siha.”

“Hyung?”

Siha’s eyes widened.

He looks at the Pepe [a popular meme character] on his chest and the Pepe engraved on my body.

Then he jumps up from his seat and runs to me.

“Hyung! You’re wearing the same thing as me?!”

“Yeah. Hyung is representing Class 1 today.”

“Awesome! Awesome! That’s so awesome!”

I don’t know what’s so awesome about wearing the same clothes.

The way he’s jumping up and down is cute.

He grabbed my waist and looked up at the T-shirt, his eyes sparkling.

I knew he would like it, but I didn’t know he would like it this much.

The surprise seemed to have worked.

“Let’s go back to our seats now.”

“Okay!”

A smile bloomed on Siha’s face.

He sat down and patted the seat next to him as if to tell me to come quickly.

“What’s the first event?”

“Running.”

“Running?”

“Yeah. Yundong is running.”

“Oh!”

Yundong must be running.

I saw Yundong on the track.

Each class representative stood at the starting line.

The teacher put the whistle to his mouth and raised his hand.

And he blew it and lowered his hand at the same time.

The children run.

Yundong is definitely athletic, so he went out in front.

It didn’t seem like there was any danger of being caught up because the finish line wasn’t that far.

“Yundong! Fighting!”

“Win~~~”

“Just a little more!!”

The children’s cheering sounds are heard in my ears.

A noisy sound.

It wasn’t noise, but a sound that stirred up excitement in my heart.

I liked that this powerful cry seemed to show the children’s energy.

Siha is also cheering hard next to me.

“If you lose, you’re in trouble!”

How would he punish him if he lost?

The way he was cheering was so funny.

“Wow! Hyung. Yundong came in first!”

“Yeah, he did.”

I was watching Siha and missed who came in.

But I expected it from the start because it was obvious who would win.

Yundong ran to the stands with an awkward expression, holding the first-place flag.

The children got up and reached out their hands.

He gave everyone high fives and sat down.

“Yundong, you were great.”

“Awesome.”

“Yundong, I won’t scold you because you won.”

I burst out laughing at Siha’s last words.

Class 1’s momentum is unusual from the start.

Next is the 2nd-grade race.

While the 2nd graders were running, Yundong caught his breath.

Since the 2nd-grade games are held alternately, there are breaks for the children in between.

The homeroom teacher said.

“Okay. After this race, we’ll have a group game. Throwing balls at the other team.”

The team with the most balls loses.

“We’re going to set up a net, so everyone has to throw it over the net. Got it?”

“Yes!”

The 2nd-grade race ended and the net was set up.

The playground was large, so plastic barriers were set up to prevent the balls from going too far.

Class 1 was up against Class 2.

“Alright. Shall we give it a try!”

Siha looked at me and took my hand.

“Hyung power. Give it to me.”

“Okay. Hyung will send you power so Siha can do well.”

“Okay!”

I held Siha’s hand tightly.

Then my uncle came and grabbed Siha’s wrist.

“Take my power too! Ugh!”

“No! If you take Uncle’s power, you’ll get weak!”

“Why!”

“It’s the power that makes you want to lie on the sofa.”

That’s definitely a power that makes you weak.

So, is it plus or minus zero?

Then the art teacher, who was behind me, put his hand on Siha’s shoulder.

Is he trying to give Siha strength?

“According to my research.”

More research?!?

I wondered why he was looking at his phone and typing something from earlier. Was it for research?

“To win, it’s important to throw quickly and far.”

Isn’t that obvious?

“Throw it at the kids’ bodies, thinking you’re going to hit them.”

Hmm. That seems to make sense?

Siha nodded.

“Art teacher. I’ll try it first.”

“Okay.”

Maybe giving tips is better than giving power.

I don’t know if that can be called a tip.

Siha participated in the sports day.

The children entered.

“Jongsu.”

“Why?”

“I heard from the art teacher that if you catch the ball and hit them, you have a better chance of winning.”

“Oh! Really?”

“Yeah.”

Class 1 and Class 2 stood side by side.

They greeted each other and started throwing balls.

Jongsu threw the balls, hitting the children as he had heard from Siha.

Siha was busy picking up the balls and passing them over.

Then the class president of Class 2 shouted.

“Hey! The class president of Class 1 keeps hitting people. Focus fire!”

Class 2 started to focus their attacks on Jongsu.

Jongsu was flustered and turned around.

“Ah! Why me!”

Jongsu saw Siha.

Siha was just picking up the balls and passing them over.

He didn’t hit anyone!

“Hey! Lee Siha! Why aren’t you hitting anyone!”

“It’s too busy when I actually try to do it!”

“Damn it!”

As a result, Jongsu became the only one hitting the children.

Jongsu could only think that he had been tricked by Siha.

In any case, while the target was temporarily set, the Class 1 friends quickly passed the ball over.

Beeeep!

The whistle sounded and the ball passing ended.

Class 1 won.

“Wow, Jongsu. Thanks to you, we won. Great job.”

“Hey. Lee Siha. Come here!”

Jongsu didn’t care about that and ran to catch Siha.

Siha was startled and turned around and ran away.

“Hey, come here!”

“Jongsu. You can’t waste your energy now!”

“Whose fault is it! Whose fault!”

“We won, didn’t we?”

“Winning isn’t the problem!”

Siha ran and hid behind me.

Jongsu was panting and beckoned him to come.

“Huff. Huff. Ah, really. Huff. Huff.”

“Huff huff. Jongsu. Are you okay?”

“Hey!”

Anyway, the ball throwing ended with Class 1 taking second place.

Since the 1st and 2nd graders took turns, the progress seemed to be going smoothly.

The rest times were also appropriate.

“Next is the board flipping game.”

This was also a game similar to throwing balls.

A competition to see who can flip more of the same color boards.

It’s fortunate that the Gangin Elementary School playground is a lawn, so the children don’t get hurt much.

This time, the art teacher gave advice again.

“According to my research, if you create your own zone and just flip the ones around it, you can win.”

What kind of advice is that?

It felt like it was helpful and not helpful at the same time.

“Stay in a crawling position and completely mark that area. Then you’ll win!”

“Yes!”

Before I knew it, he was giving the tips he had researched to the children in the class.

With a very serious expression.

Anyone would think he was a national team coach.

But is that right?

Anyway, the children did well as soon as the board flipping game started.

Whether the advice was helpful or not, they took first place this time.

1st place, 2nd place, 1st place.

Since it’s a point system, it seemed like Class 1 would take first place if they kept winning like this.

Amazing, Class 1.

The homeroom teacher said.

“Next is tug-of-war.”

Tug-of-war.

It’s one of the things that you can’t miss at sports day.

It’s a common sport.

It’s important to gather strength into one.

Mr. Bae Sanghyun appeared again.

“There’s a famous method for this.”

There was even a famous method?

“Stick your arms and body together and lean back at the beginning. Then an opportunity will come. An opportunity for the other person to lose a little strength. At that time, pull together when you say ‘One!’ and pull when you say ‘Two!’ Everyone exerts their strength at the same time.”

Seungjun was listening with shining eyes.

Does he like that kind of thing?

“It feels like I’m listening to a soccer tactic! He’s the coach!”

“The art teacher is the coach?”

Inadvertently, the art teacher’s position rose from art teacher to coach.

The homeroom teacher gently raised his hand to his waist, but couldn’t do anything.

Originally, it seemed right for the homeroom teacher to teach about tug-of-war.

It seems like he was robbed of his role.

Scary. Is that the power of research?

He’s not the type to step up like this, but he’s quietly and diligently talking for Siha.

The homeroom teacher cleared his throat.

“Ahem. So, the teacher has prepared gloves here. Everyone, wear these.”

Red woodworking gloves.

It’s a good weapon for tug-of-war.

When I glanced at the other classes, they were all wearing gloves.

The conditions seem to be equal.

The homeroom teacher looked at Class 1 and said.

“Okay. Let’s go win!”

“Yes!”

“Hyung. I’ll be back.”

“Okay.”

He leaves confidently.

But it’s not an easy task.

The power of the group is more important than individual strength.

I’m nervous because I don’t know how it will turn out.

“Get ready.”

The children grab the rope.

Adjust the taut rope to be in the center of the line.

When they thought the strength was balanced, one of the teachers blew a whistle.

Beeeep!

The children started pulling the rope.

The Class 1 kids leaned back and endured as they had learned.

But one important thing.

Who knows when the strength will run out and gives the signal?

“No one is giving a signal?”

My uncle said.

That’s right. Nothing happened.

They were dragged and lost.

Eliminated in the early stages of jump rope!

Then Siha said.

“Jongsu, you should have given the signal to say ‘One, two’.”

“Why should I?”

“You’re the class president.”

Seungjun and Hana next to him nodded.

“That’s why you’re the class president.”

“That’s right. That’s right.”

Jaehwi couldn’t agree with the children’s words and was restless.

Yeonju patted Jaehwi’s shoulder.

Eunwoo just laughed out loud, and Yundong stared blankly at the sky.

Jongsu shouted as if he was wronged.

“You guys! I’m only the class president at times like this! You only look for the class president at times like this!”

Siha tilted his head.

“No, Jongsu is always the class president.”

“Ugh.”

“Jongsu. You have to shout the slogan from now on. Got it?”

“Wait. If you knew to shout the slogan, you could have done it!”

“I’m not the class president.”

“No. That’s not what I mean!”

Anyway, with this tug-of-war match, it became unknown how the future first place would be.

Mr. Bae Sanghyun, who was behind me, became depressed.

“We lost because of me.”

No. It seems like you lost this time because the kids listened too well?

“I should have decided who would give the signal.”

Why are you making a face like the world is ending?

There are still sports day games left.

“Art teacher. The last place hasn’t been decided yet.”

“Th, that’s right. We have to get at least 4th place. This time for sure.”

That’s right.

The tug-of-war to determine 4th and 5th place was scheduled.

“This time, it’s a plan that’s right for the 1st graders. Everyone shouts ‘One, two’ at the beginning and matches their strength.”

Okay. Let’s go with an easy plan instead of a difficult one.

That’s how the tug-of-war 4th and 5th place match started.

And Class 1 became the last place.

The strength of that class was too strong than I thought.

Whatever the strategy.

“B, because of me.”

“No. It’s not because of the art teacher, it’s just that we didn’t have enough strength.”

I didn’t know if it was because they had been doing well so far that they had run out of energy.

Anyway, it wasn’t because of the art teacher.