IF YOU'RE HANDSOME LIFE IS EASIER

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A month had passed since I entered middle school. I was living a laid-back life to the point where I couldn’t even remember what happened on the second day of school.

“Hey, Kang Sik. We’re friends, but aren’t you being a bit too uptight?”
“Oh, no, I mean, I can’t accommodate all the suggestions.”
“But still, can’t we work something out?”
“…Donghoo, c-calm down, this is a notebook game.”
“That’s what’s driving me crazy!”

Kang Sik, a genius game developer who created an AAA-level game and won the GOTY award. His notebook game was ridiculously fun, proving that the genius developer title suited him perfectly.

It was just a simple game where you moved a stickman on a notebook. How could something so simple be this entertaining?

I wanted to make in-game purchases, but Kang Sik’s game philosophy was strict.

“I-I don’t want the paid currency to affect in-game performance…”

“What if I buy you cup noodles?
Or a chicken burger?

How about a Big Mac?”

“Well, then… I could add custom options for capes and weapon appearances…”

“…You really are strict.”
“S-Sorry, Donghoo, no matter how much you’re my b-b-best friend, this can’t happen.”

Even while stuttering, his eyes sparkled whenever he talked about game management.

It showed that he had a genuine interest in his field. Having a clear goal made a person quite admirable.

Glancing quickly, I logged into my FaceTom account.
5,000 followers. Less than a month since I created it.

It was an impressive figure despite just posting my face without any interaction.
‘Compared to my previous life, this feels a bit pathetic.’

Back then, social media was booming. Now, it was still in its early stages of explosive growth, so it was only natural that I felt overshadowed.
‘If there are popular kids, maybe around 30,000 followers?’

I decided not to start on Cyworld anyway, as it was clearly going to fade away soon. Plus, making money there was tricky.

“Donghoo, aren’t you sorry for Kang Sik? Stop whining and pass your turn. The break is short enough as it is.”

While I was lost in thought, Kim Min-hyuk butted in.
Kim Min-hyuk. The guy who kept hounding me to be friends after getting beat up a few times by Park Whatever’s gang. He never really did anything bad, so I just let it be.

‘Thanks to him, the police got involved and sorted things out.’

After I made the self-proclaimed top dog of the Shinbit group throw up, he had planned to rally upperclassmen to come and beat me up.

But that plan reached my ears thanks to Kim Min-hyuk’s snitching, and those wannabe thugs had to meet with the police before they could get to me.

The age of accountability for juvenile delinquents was up to 14. Some of those coming to rough me up were in the third year of middle school, so they quickly ended up at the police station.
There was even a third-year middle schooler, so they quickly transferred the case to the police station.

This news even reached the school, leading to internal disciplinary action.

‘Still, it ended well without anyone getting hurt.’

But the problem came after that.

Maybe because they were a group of delinquents living in the romantic era.