I just want to be a normal student! ⚔️

Chapter 40- Fragments of 'red' ⚔️

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I was a relatively well-mannered kid who has a father, but no one to be called a 'mother'.

He was an orphan who had nothing but his fists that run off along with his stupidly rude mouth.

We were two completely different people;

But, that's precisely why we were able to understand each other of something that no one ever could.

He was a star; a star that always shines the brightest and guides me whenever I feel lost.

And, I was...

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Today, I, Kim Rok Soo, am early for school again.

Though, despite having been arrived before class, I still saw no one with that bright red hair, and that attitude of the oldest.. ahem— well.. I know I'm being rude but what can I do if he didn't even bother telling me his name like that..

By the way, is it just me or he didn't come to school again? Hasn't it been several days already..?

I wonder if anything happened in his orphanage..? oh, uhm, I just learnt that he's from a nearby orphanage center while I was going around, asking other students for his name..

...obviously, I got nothing in return.. who would have thought that finding his name is even harder than finding the answer to the quiz I did yesterday..

Come and think of it, how can one guess one's name when I know nothing about him to begin with?!

I literally know nothing other than the fact that he has that rare red hair!

Ugh, well, not that rare though, Aunt Jour's hair is also the same red.. for your information, she's someone dad often brings over to visit us..

Anyway, Aunt Jour aside, I've been thinking about this but.. the way he told me to guess his name, is that perhaps his way of saying, I'm not worthy to hear his name from his own mouth??

Gahhh..! if it weren't for Aunt Jour constantly taught me to return gratitude to those who did me a favor..

And.. if not for the fact that I had gained something from interacting with him the other day, I would definitely shut that arrogant mouth of his.. hmph..!

Oh.. err— I hope I didn't sound too rude just now.. aunt Jour might not visit me anymore if I'm not being a good kid.. a-ahem.. please keep that as a secret ('-﹏-'；)

Hmm..? You wanna know who she was?

Of course! I've never had someone to share stories with, beside my dad, so, pardon me in advance if I'll ever be a bit talkative hehe..

..where should I start... oh, I shall go with this!

First of all, Auntie Jour is a gorgeous beauty!

Hehe, is it that weird hearing that word from me?

Hmm.. I do admit that it's not like me to praise someone to that extend, but she's really really beautiful! That includes her long silk red hair of course! Ugh.. talking about red, why wouldn't I get one too.. wouldn't red look better on me than black..?

Oh, well, even though I'm only telling you about my admiration toward her beautiful hair color, you must, absolutely not mention any of this to Aunt Jour!

I don't know what happened, but whenever we talked about red, her face always turned gloomy..

I remembered the younger me once told her that I really wanted to have that kind of a red hair too, but then she immediately loudened her voice, and scolded me; like,