Chapter 33 Ye-eun has never called me Oppa! ?
Ye-eun, a new elementary school student, was angered for the first time a month after school started.
South Korea is a small country with a sparse population. In general, there are only a few hundred students in a school, and each class only has about 20 students. The country is small and its horizontal structure is fixed, so we can only find ways to utilize its vertical structure. Chongyi Elementary School is like most Korean schools, and students have to go through a long and narrow slope to go to and from school.
Because there is only one road from the bottom of the slope to the school, parents usually only go to the bottom of the slope to pick up their children and let the children go up and down the slope slowly by themselves.
As Yi-eun was walking up the stairs with her schoolbag on her back and following Kwon Ji-yong, someone suddenly pulled her ponytail.
"Li Yien, are you going to school with him again?" She frowned and turned around, and it was indeed the boy sitting behind her. Behind him there were a few boys about his age, covering their mouths and laughing.
Everything about the school is good, except that there are always a few annoying people. Yien curled her lips and put her ponytails forward, not responding or paying attention to him.
Based on past experience, the more you pay attention to them, the happier they become, as if they can't read people's faces.
Quan Zhilong glanced at them instead, and frowned when he met the boys' hostile gazes. Why is this kid looking at him like that?
"Ye'en," he reached out and held her hand, raising his voice so that the people behind him could hear, "If someone bullies you at school, you must let me know, okay!"
Yien nodded and turned to make faces at the kids.
A strong "yeah" and a firm nod made him look like he was really Ye-eun's brother. The kids behind him whispered, "Didn't they say he's not her brother?"
"No, my brother said no!"
"But he said yes, is that right?"
There are few people in the school, and everyone seems to have no secrets. The whole school knows exactly who this is and who that is.
In recent years, South Korea's economy has developed rapidly and children have matured early. He had already locked onto the girl he "liked" and said, "Hey, Li Yien, is that boy your brother?"
The teacher was teaching the children upstairs. Ye-en folded her hands on the table and sat upright. The child behind him always poked himself with a pen or raised his hand to pull his ponytail.
Ye-eun was so annoyed that she kicked her feet forward twice and pushed the table forward with all her strength, "Don't pull me!"
They lowered their voices cautiously, for fear that the teacher on the stage would notice their little actions.
"Biu." Sensing her impatience, the person at the back table did not stop but threw a small ball of paper.
Yien was already familiar with this process, so she didn't even need to turn around. She just moved to the left and dodged the attack from the person behind her.
However, the ball of paper that had always fallen to the ground drew a graceful arc this time and hit the head of the little girl at the table in front of Yien.
"What is that?" The little girl pouted and covered her head with her hands, looking depressed. "Teacher, someone threw a small paper ball at me!"
The teacher, who was wearing a white shirt and a long skirt, had a gentle expression on her face. She took the paper ball from the girl's hand and opened it. Hmm, the handwriting was so ugly that it was impossible to recognize what was written.
She glanced in that direction. The studious child Yien would definitely not mess around in class. So the only one who could do that was the child behind her. "Why are you throwing paper balls at your classmates?"
Yien blinked innocently. The boy behind her was very arrogant when facing female classmates, but he waved his hands in panic when facing the teacher's death stare, and his whole face turned red. "Teacher, I didn't mean to hit her."
The teacher sneered, "Oh, who did you originally want to hit?"
"I, I..." The boy blushed, feeling somewhat shy, "I didn't mean to throw it at anyone."
All the classmates laughed, but Ye-en had a sullen face and didn't move. It wasn't funny at all!
"Stop doing those little tricks." The teacher knocked on his desk with the teaching aids, glanced at Ye-eun's stinky face, and warned him sternly, "If you do that again, you'll go to the office for class."
The desk at the back was quiet for a rare whole class. As soon as the get out of class was over, Yien took his own water cup and went to fill it with water, holding hands with the little girl at the front desk.
There are not many students, and there are concerns that children might be in danger on high floors, so the two buildings of the entire school only have three floors. The three grades are arranged from small to large, according to the lower grades and the higher grades. The corridor where the first grade is located is in front of the fourth grade.
Yi Eun, a first-grade student, had to pass by Kwon Ji-yong's fourth-grade classroom to get water. She looked into the class and saw that Kwon Ji-yong was not tall and sat in the third row. During recess, his seat would always be surrounded by his classmates.
Ye-eun knew that those classmates were asking about the older brothers and sisters in HOT, SES, and Shinhwa.
My friend stood on tiptoe and could only see a small head through the gap between several people, "Wow, Ye-eun, that's the oppa who trained with you in the company."
She glanced at Ye-eun and wondered in her heart, ah, he doesn’t seem as handsome as those Oppas in Shinhwa.
After S/M launched three idol groups in the past two years, South Korea has become aware of idol groups and suddenly has requirements for the appearance of debuting singers and artists. And now, Quan Zhilong, who has not grown up yet, is just a skinny and small boy, and certainly not handsome in their eyes.
Ye-eun didn't think so. She shook her head and pulled the handle of the beige water dispenser, her eyes full of seriousness, "Zhi-long is so handsome."
"Hmm..." The friend frowned. Well, after all, he was the brother that Ye-en grew up with, so she couldn't say anything.
Yi-eun looked at her expression and pointed out Zhilong's advantages to her one by one, "He's handsome, has a good personality, is a good dancer, and most importantly... he absolutely would never intentionally bully a girl!"
Children in kindergartens don’t have a strong sense of gender, and they all play together. But when they enter primary school, they gradually understand the difference between boys and girls and start playing together according to gender. “Those kids are so annoying. They always bully me like this.”
"Oh." The friend also took the water and sighed like a little adult, wondering why boys couldn't be like him. I decided to be friends with Ye-eun at the beginning of the school year because she was cute, but boys always express their love by bullying others. "That's true. Your brother is the best boy because he doesn't bully the girls he likes!"
Yien pouted. Who asked them to like her? If she liked someone, she wouldn’t bully others. She will give the best to each other just like my mom and Uncle Jin.
The bullying from children is not to the extent of bullying, but it is also annoying. Because the other party is using the banner of "liking", other classmates will even say that Yeen is shy every time she gets angry.
This annoyance reached its peak when Ye-eun discovered that her umbrella had not fallen off when she was leaving school.
Raindrops outside the classroom dripped down the eaves, and each drop made a chaotic sound in the rain. The kids in the class had already left with their umbrellas, leaving Yien lying on her seat, rummaging through her schoolbag.
The books in the schoolbag were placed together in a mess, with this notebook squeezing that textbook, and occasionally a pen hidden in a book.
When Kwon Ji-yong came to find her, he saw Yi-eun turning her schoolbag upside down with a look of grievance on her face, and all the things fell down with a "crackling" sound. After turning it over twice, she reached into the empty schoolbag without giving up.
"Ye-eun, what's wrong?" Quan Zhilong squatted down, folded the books that Ye-eun had poured out in order of size, and put the pens and erasers into the pencil case. "What can't you find?"
The first graders finish school half an hour earlier than the fourth graders. Kwon Ji-yong usually sees Yi-eun standing outside the classroom with a small schoolbag waiting for him during the last class, but today she never showed up, and he started to worry from the last class.
All of Yi-eun's grievances of the day were stirred up by Quan Zhilong's soft-spoken question. Her tears dripped onto the table, one by one hitting the wooden table and splashing from the inside out. "My umbrella didn't fall, someone must have taken it!"
She spoke with a solemn promise, her tone filled with annoyance and grievance, "My mom put it in my schoolbag today. What if it rains? My mom is still waiting for us at the bottom of the school."
Quan Zhilong nodded, pulled his schoolbag forward, and took out a small face towel and the milk candy he carried with him every day.
Ye-eun bit a candy in her mouth, tilted her head back and sobbed, closing her eyes and letting Quan Zhilong wipe her tears with a handkerchief. The candy smelled delicious, but Ye-eun felt very bitter. "I hate them so much. If Zhilong likes any girl in the future, he must never bully them!"
Why can't some boys give their love and respect to girls at the same time? Ye-eun took a big bite of the candy, as if she was biting off the boy who bullied her.
"Ye-eun, what are you talking about?" Quan Zhilong's ears were red, and the face towel in his hand was wet because of Ye-eun's tears. He was a bit of a germaphobe, but he didn't care. He put the face towel back on the side of his schoolbag and zipped up Ye-eun's schoolbag. "What kind of girl do you like? And how can there be one?"
Even if he likes girls in the future, he will definitely only like one girl! Quan Zhilong, who was still an innocent little boy, thought to himself.
Quan Zhilong's cheeks also began to turn red. Although some classmates in the class were already in "love", he only liked singing and dancing. "Besides, I won't bully others."
"Didn't Ye-eun bully back?" Kwon Ji-yong was educated by his mother and bullied by his noona since he was a child. He is one of the few boys in Korea who does not have a sense of chauvinism. Besides, Ye-eun’s personality is not the type to be bullied silently.
Ye Eun felt extremely aggrieved. These little boys were much more shameless than the trainees in the company. She fought back and they seemed to be even happier. Once she was so angry that she raised her hand and pushed the table behind her. His expression was as happy as if he was praised by her, "They seem to be mentally ill."
"Ah..." Quan Zhilong led Yi Eun out of the classroom. It was the first time he heard Yi Eun curse like that. He felt funny and distressed at the same time. "Then what should we do?"
The umbrella he held was not big. When the two of them were huddled together, the rain drifted over from the side. Quan Zhilong directly pushed the angry Ye Eun in front of him and said, "Stand closer."
From time to time, classmates and teachers who were leaving school passed by them. Even though it was raining, the children were still chattering happily with umbrellas in their hands.
Unlike them, Ye-eun was still angry. She carefully avoided the puddles and muttered, "Whoever took it, don't let me know, or he'll be finished!"
The fierce words reached Quan Zhilong's ears, and he raised his hand and touched her head, "Okay, I will help you tomorrow too."
But now it’s more important to go home from school.
Ye-eun was held in Kwon Ji-yong's arms with one hand, the two of them were pressed against each other's backs, and they walked like children who had just learned to walk. Quan Zhilong's eyes curved, and he felt like the kangaroo mother in the cartoon, and Yi Eun was like a baby squatting in her mother's pocket, "Ye Eun baby hehe."
Although my mom and uncle usually call me baby, this is the first time that Quan Zhilong calls me that. She blinked and said, "Baby Zhilong, Ye-eun is not a baby. I'm already grown up."
"Ah?" Quan Zhilong was stunned for a moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. He carefully led Yien to avoid another puddle. While laughing, he suddenly thought of something, "Has Yien never called me Oppa?"
He looked down at Ye-eun's hair whorls, "Really, it seems like she never called out once!"
Yien looked up at him. His face was serious under the drizzling rain, as if he suddenly realized this after all these years.
"Hey, who didn't bring an umbrella? Do you want the teacher to call your parents?" A teacher who was passing by saw the two children walking in such an awkward posture and stopped to ask.
The two's gaze was interrupted, and they turned to the teacher and shook their heads in unison, "Thank you, teacher. We can just go on by ourselves."
She narrowed her eyes under the small umbrella, raised her hand and clenched her fist as if to swear, and changed the subject, "Damn it, if I find out who took my umbrella tomorrow, I will definitely make him pay."
Quan Zhilong was behind her, holding an umbrella in his right hand, and wrapped his left hand around her little fist and pulled it back, "Ye Eun, call me Oppa. You and Hyuk Soo called each other Oppa the first time you met, why don't you call me Oppa?"
The more he thought about it, the more he felt stupid he had been all these years. Ye-en called so many people Oppa, but why did she never call him Oppa? Could it be that in her heart, I am not as much like a brother as Lee Hyuk-soo, whom she just met! ?
Ye-eun turned a deaf ear to him and said it was weird to call him Ji-yong Oppa as she had never called him that since she was a child. She pulled the two straps of the schoolbag and gently tugged, "Zhilong, let's go quickly, my mom and the others are waiting anxiously."
However, Quan Zhilong stopped and pulled the buckle on the top of Yien's schoolbag to control her, "No, don't change the subject."
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