The S-classes that I Raised

Ch 24: My Person(4)

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<My Person (4)>

I was about to nag to the boldly entering Yerim that she should knock first when going into someone else’s house, when.

‘It’s a scam!’

Seeing Yerim’s appearance, I shut my mouth.

The female middle schooler wearing a, truthfully a little scruffy, tracksuit changed into a teenage model who looked like she was from a sports drink advertisement. Instead of getting styled, wasn’t it a complete transformation?

A natural look where you couldn’t tell if she was wearing make-up, a face that pulled up as much charm as possible, activewear short shorts, and a T-shirt that refreshingly exposed the arms. The curly short hair added an androgynous feel and was reminiscent of a young god[1] from Greek myths.

They probably dressed her up by emphasizing the Hermes’ Sandals skill. She did really look like a good-looking boy who could fly away soon. It suited her, and was very pretty, but.

‘…The ice witch has completely disappeared.’

The cold and haughty good-looking woman completely vanished. She was still young… she would probably change when she grew up. Though, however she changed, it wouldn’t have anything to do with me, but I felt a little weird seeing the future I knew become completely different.

“Who…”

Yoo Myeongwoo asked, seeing Yerim suddenly appear. Yerim’s cheerful face hardened quickly.

Striding over, the young girl lightly jumped over the table and grabbed the scruff of Yoo Myeongwoo’s neck. Then half throwing him, she pushed him to a sofa corner and sat, stuck close to me.

“What is this, clinging disgustingly to my[2] ahjussi.”

Bak Yerim slanted her eyes sharply and glared at Yoo Myeongwoo.

You were also clinging to me right now, though. Of course, there was no point in comparing a fully grown man and a pretty female middle schooler.

“N-no, I’m…”

Pierced with the fierce gaze, Yoo Myeongwoo mumbled as he hunched over. It was a pitiful sight but I wasn’t sympathetic. While you’re at it, fix that clinging habit a little.

“You sit further away, too. And knock first when you’re going over to someone else’s house.”

“I wanted to quickly show you my new clothes so it slipped my mind.”

Saying that, she shot up and spread out both arms.

“How am I?”

“Pretty.”

“It’s not too boyish?”

“It’s cute.”

“Isn’t that too insincere?”

Then what did you want me to say? Who knew about 5 years later, but right now, even if you were pretty, you were a kid.

“You’re seriously pretty and cute. I was just surprised because you changed so much I almost didn’t recognize you.”

Finally, she was satisfied and smiled. Oh dear, I’m your guardian, not your dad. But I couldn’t say anything to the kid who didn’t have a real dad, so I had to hold back.

“But who is that ahjussi?”

Yerim asked, turning to look at Yoo Myeongwoo, who was watching.

“Friend.”