My Girlfriend Is Very Good To Me [EN]: Chapter 218

Another three or four years passed.

Before we knew it, we were old enough to enter elementary school.

And surprisingly, we were able to go to the same elementary school. Even though we lived close by, we used to be assigned to different elementary schools.

Later, after eavesdropping on the adults’ conversations, I learned that elementary school assignments are generally based on proximity to the residence, but if there are multiple elementary schools nearby, you can choose.

Of course, my aunt had inquired everywhere and made requests to the elementary school for this. She probably worked hard for Heena, who would get upset if she didn’t see me for even a day.

And so, we welcomed the elementary school entrance ceremony day.

“Both of you, look here! Say cheese!”

“Cheese!”

“Cheese!”

-Click!

I linked arms with Heena in front of the school gate and smiled brightly for the picture. After taking a few more pictures in that pose, my aunt smiled and suggested another pose.

“Should I take a picture of you two kissing?”

“Yes! Take it! Yeon-hoo, look here!”

She said it jokingly, but Heena agreed without hesitation as soon as she heard it. If Heena was happy, I had no objections either.

“Alright, alright.”

“Son, don’t just peck. Make it a long one. I’m going to take several pictures.”

“Hurry!”

-Kiss!

At Heena’s urging, I turned to look at her, and I immediately felt Heena’s lips overlapping mine.

-Click! Click!

And my aunt and mom were taking pictures of it without a care. I no longer felt uncomfortable showing this side of us to them either.

Why?

Because over the past few years, we had kissed countless times, and the number of times we had shown it to our families was also over hundreds of times.

I had become someone who couldn’t feel embarrassed by just a kiss anymore. Still, it was a little embarrassing when other parents or elementary school students passed by and saw us like this.

“I’ve taken enough! You can stop kissing now…”

-Kiss! Kiss!

“Do as much as you want!”

After the filming was over, my aunt tried to stop the kissing but immediately changed her words. She already knew from long experience that Heena wouldn’t listen no matter what she said, and that I couldn’t stop Heena either.

But what could I do? I had no right to refuse Heena’s kiss. My lips belonged to Heena.

Anyway, after the entrance ceremony and the photoshoot, we all ate out together and then returned to our house.

Then, the two of them prepared to go out again, leaving us behind. They were going shopping, and they were originally going to take us with them, but Heena asked to stay, so we were left to watch the house.

Normally, they would have worried and just taken us along, but we were regressed children [referring to their past lives].

Over the past few years, we had shown them many times that we were responsible and mature beyond our age, so they now completely trusted us in these minor matters.

“Can you two watch the house well? Don’t ever open the door for strangers! Call us if anything happens.”

“Son, you’re her boyfriend, so take good care of Heena.”

“Yes! I’ll be playing with Yeon-hoo! Trust me, Mother!”

“Okay. I’ll trust my daughter-in-law and leave.”

“Yes!”

“Son-in-law, please take care of our daughter!”

“Goodbye.”

Surprisingly, even the titles had become like this. Around last year, my dad jokingly told me to call them ‘Father, Mother,’ and Heena readily accepted it and continued to call them that.

My parents were also happy and started calling her daughter-in-law in response. My aunt, of course, laughed as if it was fun and called me son-in-law.

My uncle now acknowledges our relationship… or should I say, has given up. He appropriately mixes Yeon-hoo and son-in-law when he calls me.

-Click!

After urging us to be safe a few more times, the mothers left the house, and that’s when our house-sitting began.

“Yeon-hoo-ya!”

“What should we do?”

“First, a kiss!”

“Well, let’s think while we kiss.”

As soon as the two of them left, Heena hugged me and endlessly pressed her lips against mine. After a long time, Heena let go of my lips, seemingly satisfied to some extent.

At the same time, she giggled, revealing a subtle disappointment, that we couldn’t do more than this yet.

“I wish I could be a middle school student soon…”

“Heena-ya, even in middle school, anything lewd is not allowed.”

“Wouldn’t it be okay around that time?”

“No.”

Maybe it’s because our bodies are still too young, but I don’t have those kinds of sexual desires. Kissing is just a sign of affection because we like each other.

“What about in high school?”

“Hmm… maybe it’ll be okay then…”

“Then we’ll definitely do it then! Promise!”

“We’ll see then.”

“What! What kind of answer is that!”

Heena puffed out her cheeks at my ambiguous answer. After spending every day together for four years and sharing so many stories, we didn’t feel much hesitation in bringing up these kinds of topics, even though I had never been able to do it before the regression.

Even though she reacted as if she was sulking, Heena’s arms didn’t let go of my neck, and the eyes facing me were already curved into smiles.

My girlfriend, who has become even cuter since becoming an elementary school student. Now her hair has grown a lot longer, and her adult self is starting to become a little more visible.

“I’m glad we went to the same elementary school, and the same class too!”

“Yeah. But what about in middle school? Middle schools are assigned randomly.”

“Let’s participate in a lot of math competitions. We can write down our desired school, so if our scores are good, our priority will be a little higher, right?”

“Maybe… well, it can’t hurt to try.”

“Decision! Then shall we kiss more now?”

“Again?”

“I always want to, you know? Why are you being so new to this?”

“That’s true.”

If I didn’t stop her, Heena could spend 24 hours a day just kissing.

“I love you! Kiss!”

“Mmph… me too.”

Even when we were in daycare.

Even after entering elementary school.

We spent every day together without change.

And loved each other.

More than anyone else.

Next Episode

One month after entering elementary school.

I felt it when I was in daycare, but playing with young children while matching their mental age is very difficult.

No matter how much we try to match them, we are mentally adults over twenty years old, and our current peers are kids who are not even 10 years old yet.

And Heena and I were feeling that again in the 5th class of the 1st grade of the elementary school we newly attended.

“Heena! Did you see this? My mom bought me a Mimi notebook!”

“Really? That’s great! It’s pretty.”

“It is, right?! Do you want to see it too, Yeon-hoo?”

“Yeah. Is this Mimi?”

“Yes! Haven’t you seen the cartoon?”

“Heena! Look at this instead! This sticker!”

-Squeak! Squeak!

If we let them sit freely, there might be kids who float around [become isolated], so we negotiated with the teacher, who had pre-assigned seats for all the kids in the class, that we wanted to sit together.

Thanks to that, we became partners in the frontmost seats of the class, and every break time, we diligently listened to the kids chattering around us.

Even these little kids know what’s pretty, so Heena was still very popular even at the age of 8. Moreover, she listens well even when they’re chattering about all sorts of things, so even more so.

For kids of this age who basically only talk about what they want to talk about, listeners like Heena and I are very precious beings.

And that was also true for the class’s homeroom teacher.

“Heena-ya, Yeon-hoo-ya!”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“Everyone ate their meals deliciously, and the friends went to the playground too. So what should we do next?”

“We have to wash our hands.”

“Cleanly. Squeaky clean.”

“Correct! Then, so that other friends can know too, wouldn’t Yeon-hoo and Heena like to show them first?”

“Yes!”

“We will.”

Miss Seong Ha-na, our homeroom teacher, had already noticed that we were more developed in many ways compared to the other children.

In fact, she couldn’t not notice. No matter how much we try to act as similar to those around us as possible, our basic maturity inevitably shows in our daily lives.

Therefore, she often asks us to do things like this, which are intended to guide our actions and get our friends to move as well.

We were also being nice and listening well because she was a teacher who was taking good care of us in many ways, such as letting us sit together.

“Hehe, I don’t know how happy Teacher is to have Yeon-hoo and Heena!”

I don’t know much about the job of a teacher, but after spending a few years with young children, I roughly know how helpful our existence is.

I think just listening and following well would already earn us 95 points out of 100?

After appropriately listening to the teacher’s requests and sitting back down to listen to the children chattering, dismissal time was approaching before we knew it.

Because it’s the lower grades of elementary school, once you eat lunch during lunchtime, that’s the end of the day’s classes. It’s really real honey [very easy and enjoyable].

There are days when there are 5 classes, but what can you expect from the classes of the 1st grade? It’s just a fight against boredom.

“How do you go home?”

“With friends!”

“Where to?”

“To the main road!”

“Good job! Then everyone, see you next week!”

“Yes!!!”

With the teacher’s greeting, the children began to move busily. And then they gather in groups, change into their shoes, and leave the classroom door.

Most of them live nearby, so there will be kids who gather in the playground to play, and there were also kids who were still receiving the full attention of their parents’ worries and were being picked up to go home.

And in the groups that are divided in that way, Heena and I couldn’t be left out again.

“Let’s go swing!”

“No! Heena promised to go to the slide with me!”

“No, I didn’t! We were going to swing!”

“Yes, we were!”

“No, we weren’t!”

A sudden argument that started without any context, even though we hadn’t given any indication. Before it got worse, Heena quickly opened her mouth.

“My mom called, so we have to go home!”

“Really? Just play a little…”

“Sorry! Everyone, see you next week! Bye-bye!”

“Bye-bye!”

It was almost a daily occurrence for the kids to grab us and ask us to play. Sometimes we follow along and play with them, but usually, we make excuses about our mom and get out of it.

Because even young children mostly understand if we say our parents called us.

After saying goodbye to our friends and parting ways, we held each other’s hands tightly and headed home. Maybe it’s because we’re still too young, but there weren’t any kids who teased us about this in a childish way.

Besides, we’ve been doing this every day, so maybe they’ve become used to it enough already.

“Then let’s go.”

“Yeah! Ah, Yeon-hoo, on the way down the hill, should we eat the dalgona 뽑기 [Korean sugar candy game]? You like it, right.”

“Should we? It’s a honey deal because we can eat two even if we only buy one.”

I readily accepted Heena’s suggestion to have a snack on the way back. I couldn’t help it. I don’t just like dalgona, I honestly go crazy for it.

Because it’s seriously so delicious.

Besides, when we go, I don’t know if it’s because Heena is pretty or if it’s just because we’re cute 1st graders, but the 뽑기 아저씨 [Dalgona ahjussi, dalgona vendor] stamps the pattern more firmly.

I’m confident I can pick it even if he doesn’t do that, but since he does that much, I can’t fail. It’s just a buy-one-get-one-free.

I pretended to think about it and said, “Should we?”, but I knew and Heena knew that I wanted to go eat it.

Because of that, Heena was already half a step ahead and started leading me.

“But you know you can’t eat too much, right?”

“I’ll brush my teeth hard.”

“You have to brush them with me as soon as we get home!”

“Okay!”

By the way, I hope our classmates don’t see us passing by. They’ll be sulky if they know we went just the two of us.

—

“Cute, so cute…”

Seong Ha-na, who is in her 4th year of teaching and is in charge of the 5th class of the 1st grade this year, muttered to herself without realizing it as she watched the children going home.

Being in charge of the lower grades of elementary school is a difficult task that is not entrusted to teachers with low experience in the first place.

She was also a 1st grade homeroom teacher who was inevitably assigned this year due to a sudden leave of absence of one of the teachers.

It was easier than she thought.

And it was more fun than she thought.

She was realizing that the reason she could feel such emotions in the difficult 1st grade homeroom was thanks to two students.

Han Yeon-hoo.

Lee Heena.

If she were to define these two admirable students in one word, it would be “not like children.”

Of course, this was also her first time being in charge of the 1st grade. But she was also the assistant homeroom teacher for the 3rd grade two years ago, and she could tell because of the stories she heard from other teachers and what she saw with her own eyes.

That the two children were different. Not in a bad way, but in a good way.

Basically, they quietly listen to her words and follow them, which already exceeds the level of the 1st grade.

1st grade? Even 6th graders don’t follow that well. Besides, the two of them handle the other children well, so it couldn’t be more comfortable.

In this part, she had already taken off more than half of the heavy burden of being a 1st grade homeroom teacher, and besides, the two of them were even fun to watch.

Lee Heena, who is so pretty that she could be a child actor and listens well to her friends’ stories.

Han Yeon-hoo, who is not very handsome compared to Lee Heena, but makes people feel comfortable with his warm smile and gentle conversation.

The children who would have stood out even if they were separate, even went to the point of making her feel envious, and were affectionately together every day.

‘Can’t I sit with that Yeon-hoo?’

When Lee Heena first asked her that, she didn’t really think much of it. She just had the mindset that it would be good if even one child sat with a child they were already close to, and there would be one less problem.

She just had thoughts like, ‘Did they go to the same kindergarten?’, or ‘Yeon-hoo is lucky to have such a childhood friend~’.

But when she looked at it, she could see that Lee Heena was completely in love with Han Yeon-hoo, even though it was just the romance of 8-year-old children.

She was always looking at her boyfriend so much.

Even during class, she was subtly looking to the side in her own way, but it was so obvious to her, who was teaching in front, that she almost burst out laughing more than once.

Besides, the little ones were subtly holding hands under the desk.

-Drrrrr!

Thinking that it was the best luck of the year that two students who were kind, cute, listened well, and were also cheeky in some ways had come to her class, Seong Ha-na checked the phone that was ringing diligently today.

[1-5 Kim Ji-yeon’s mother: Teacher, is class over? Did our Ji-yeon take her indoor shoes well?]

[1-5 Yoo Seong-chan’s mother: My child hasn’t come yet, is he still at school? Please check.]

[1-5 Min Soo-ho’s mother: Teacher, please tell him not to eat snacks at school. He keeps buying something to eat.]

“Hoo…”

As soon as class was over, she sighed first at all the messages piled up from the parents. The most difficult time of the day had come.

Even though there were kind children in the class who would never be there again, the reason why the position of a 1st grade homeroom teacher was ‘more than she thought’ comfortable and fun was precisely this: the excessive interference of parents, which is the biggest stress for lower grade homeroom teachers.

Still, she couldn’t ignore it. She couldn’t completely fail to understand the hearts of the parents who were worried about their precious sons and daughters, and this was still a good thing.

While she was reading them one by one and trying to answer them so that the mothers wouldn’t feel bad, she was able to confirm another reason why Lee Heena and Han Yeon-hoo were so pleasing to her heart.

[1-5 Lee Heena’s mother: You worked hard this week too. Heena says that the teacher is very kind! Have a good weekend.]

Lee Heena’s mother only sends words of encouragement like this once in a while, and she never does anything that would be a troublesome request or pass on what should be taught at home to this side.

Han Yeon-hoo’s mother didn’t contact her at all unless it was really necessary.

She could be sure that they were the parents of the top 0.1 tier in the world, and the children.

The best combination that has never existed before and probably will never exist again was in her class, and Seong Ha-na thanked the sky once again and sighed again.

“Haa… I want to get off work…”

—

“Yeon-hoo-ya, fighting!”

“If I do a little more… Ah! I did it! Mister! I succeeded!”

“Oh my, Yeon-hoo succeeds every time he comes. Here, one more!”

“Thank you! Heena-ya, you eat too.”

“Ah~”

“Wait a minute. I’ll break it into small pieces and give it to you.”

I put a piece of finely crushed dalgona into Heena’s mouth, which was slightly opened like a baby bird next to me.

Then she smiled at me while munching on it.

“Sweet!”

“Delicious, right?”

“Yeah! Yeon-hoo, you too, ah!”

“Ah~”

“Hehe… I should get married too…”

The kind dalgona 아저씨 [Dalgona ahjussi, dalgona vendor] seemed to have a 현타 [hyeonta, a moment of realization or disillusionment] because of our sweet appearance, but we didn’t have time to pay attention to that.

Because we were just busy feeding each other pieces of dalgona.

Seriously 존맛탱 [jonmattaeng, very delicious].

Next Episode

We sometimes stray off the path while snacking, but most days we head straight home.

Because home is the most comfortable place to have the various conversations that an 8-year-old would never have, without worrying about the people around us.

And we went to each other’s houses every week, alternating. We’re always together until late at night, and when it’s time to go back, our parents take us home, so that one side doesn’t get too burdened.

Well, sometimes we just sleep over. After going back and forth for several years, there are quite a few of Heena’s clothes in our house, and quite a few of my clothes in Heena’s house.

“Most of the 경시대회 [gyeongsidaehoe, academic competitions] are in math, right? Like HME [HME, a specific math competition].”

“Yeah. It would be too weird if we did well in English without even learning it, so I think it’s better that math is the focus.”

“That’s true too. Let’s tell Mom when she comes later. A friend said there’s something like this, and we want to try it once. Once we see it well, she’ll apply for other things too.”

“When is Mother coming? I promised to rub her shoulders today.”

“She said she’s coming around dinner time today.”

Our house where our parents aren’t home and our brothers haven’t returned yet. I was lying down with my head on Heena’s lap, talking. Looking up at Heena.

And Heena’s eyes, looking down at me, were always full of affection that couldn’t be hidden.