The Divorced Man Has Returned

#10. Don’t touch it.

The final bell rang in the academy.

“Come on. There is going to be a pair training tomorrow, so please prepare everyone.”

She and Harin decided to meet outside after her academy schedule was over, and she thought it was a good idea to talk about how to conduct pair training.

After this, there was a student council meeting, and in fact, she wondered if there was anything she could do to the first graders.

If I remember when I was the student council president, are my first-year friends just helping out with chores from time to time?

Most of the serious work was carried out by the third graders or by the second graders.

I thought that it would be over soon as the full-fledged work had to be done during the festival period or the crackdown period.

“Whoa…”

I got into the student council by the words of Sihwa, but I was not very happy to be here.

That’s right, clubs are also clubs in every corner for a slow life.

I joined the Asa World club, but there was no absurdity to say that I was active in the student council, which is full of worldly people.

The meeting didn’t seem to have started yet.

“Oh! Inwook is here!”

The blonde haired president welcomed me warmly.

Is the chairman still the chairman? It was evident that he was trying to take care of the first graders even a little.

“Hello. Seniors.”

He bowed his head and sat down in the clerk’s seat.

Sihwa’s seat was next to me, but for some reason she did not give me a glance even though she confirmed that I was in.

The same day. I thought our conversation might have been the cause of the issue.

[If I can’t accept your heart. What should I do?]

Why the hell are you making such a noise?

Whether Sihwa said that she fell in love with me as a joke or told her sincerely, it was an answer that could only be explained as a joke.

She couldn’t do much to blame herself, but she did not know what Shihwa was thinking more than I was.

“Come on. Guys. Fist!”

The student council president clapped his hands to rouse our surroundings.

“Today is the first day of the semester. Let the regular meeting begin!”

Seniors too. Me too. Sihwa too. Everyone listened to him.

“Actually, there’s not much to convey, but instead, there are people I can introduce to everyone.”

I was in a hurry to take over as an assistant secretary, but I still haven’t been able to properly greet the people here.

“Inwook-ah. It’s Sihwa Would you like to come out and see me?”

Sihwa stood side by side in front of the chairperson’s seat.

“Each of us, please introduce yourself and if you have something you want to say, feel free to do so!”

…The seat is uncomfortable. Seniors.

I glanced at the poem that was standing next to me, and it seemed that he had no intention of introducing himself first.

Ha… I couldn’t help it.

I opened my mouth first.

“Hello. Seniors. This is Choi In-wook, a freshman who joined the student council as a new secretary! There are still many shortcomings, but we will learn hard! Thank you!”

If it was a social life in a previous life, it was already a disjointed body.

I knew much better than the people here about what tone to speak in the best way.

Clap clap clap clap.

Still, is it because they were a group that didn’t have much military culture or Kkondae culture in their previous lives? Everyone cheered me on with applause and cheers.

And the next poem.

“This is Yoo Shihwa. That is all.”

I thought it was an overly concise self-introduction.

The seniors who cheered a while ago also looked at Sihwa with a slightly bewildered face.

Perhaps everyone was waiting for something behind the scenes, but I knew.

Really, that’s the end.

After a moment of silence, the president raised his gun to try to relieve the chilled air.

“Ha ha ha. Is there anything else you want to say about Sihwa?”

She opened her mouth, looking at the president with an indifferent face.

“Choi Inwook. Don’t touch it.”

…You are the one who comes to touch me every day. Yoo Shihwa.

“Because it’s mine.”

Until the intense half.

There is no special fire dragon point.

The words ‘Please Sihwa’ came up to my throat, but I held it in.

Even I was included in the contents of the bomb she threw.

The seniors looked at us for a few seconds with a puzzled expression, and then a whistle rang out.

“Mechida! Yoo Shihwa!”

A woman senior shouted at her poem.

“Wow! Just what is that? Are you two dating?”

…No. No, I was married and then divorced.

I can’t even say

.

The student council president looked at Sihwa with a confused expression.

“You mean that Sihwa and Inwook aren’t just friends?”

“Yes.”

In response to Sihwa’s decisive answer, the female seniors erupted in cheers.

It was like the panelists who intuitively watched a morning drama, their reaction.

“…Then can I ask what the relationship is?”

I thought it was a questionable enough situation, but I didn’t like the student council president who insisted on asking.

“I like Inwook.”

“Ahhhhh!”

They had an excessively good reaction.

“Is this… A freshman these days? Sweetheart. I am so excited.”

“It’s sweet… sweet… just looking at this grandmother… is happy…”

It was the seniors who started to tremble.

Am I being consumed as content again? Even in this life.

As the bad relationship with reporters from previous lives surfaced, I was flooded with irritation.

“You Shihwa. Stop teasing you too. It’s not like that. Seniors.”

I spoke in a hard tone.

Sihwa looked up at me, who had not even looked at my face all day.

“Sorry. Forget what I just said.”

After those words, Sihwa went back to her seat and sat down.

I followed her.

When silence came once again, the chairman continued the process.

“Ha ha ha. Neither Sihwa nor Inwook can use them if they make fun of their seniors from the beginning. Anyway, as I announced, there is little to discuss. Don’t forget that we’ll probably start patrolling the campus next week.”

Unexpectedly, there were frequent fights within the academy.

I was deeply aware throughout my past life that there is no personality interview in the way the spirits select a hunter.

Especially when we don’t know each other well yet. The more people who wanted to show off and show off, the more frequent the academy fights were.

In my memory, rather than the students who will become the next S-Class, mainly those who are at the top of the B-class or at the bottom of the A-class have always been at the center of the fight.

It’s true that they are great talents, but it usually happens when such vague people who can’t reach their peak are filled with vanity.

“Then. Today’s meeting ends here! Oh right! First-year students go to the warehouse and there is a box with the words “Student Council Supplies” Written on it? Take it to the student council room.”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

As expected, the errands belonged to the first graders.

The seniors started to leave one by one, and Sihwa and I walked side by side to the warehouse without saying a word.

When she arrived right next to the gym where the warehouse was located, Sihwa opened the door and told me.

“…I’m sorry a while ago.”

It seems that I was attracted to the way I looked.

“What the hell were you thinking of saying that?”

“Literally.”

“…What?”

“I’m sorry if I offended you, but everything I said was sincere.”

So, don’t touch me because you like me. Is this the truth

“…They say it’s sincere. Didn’t you think that my position would be in trouble?”

In a dark warehouse.

Only a faint light was shining through the small window.

Her blue hair was reflected in the light and shone sky blue.

“I’m in trouble because of you too.”

I swear, I haven’t approached her first since she started school, so what makes it so difficult?

“If you don’t accept it, my heart would be so upset with just one word.”

She gave a self-assured laugh.

“After all, it seems that you are the only man who can do this. Choi In-wook.”

Ah. As expected, it was true that Sihwa was also paying attention to my words.

“But. Yoo Shihwa. I also don’t understand We have to understand each other properly if we like each other or anything like that.”

Sihwa interrupted me.

“Then. Do you want to get to know me?”

It was the way she spoke, as if she already knew exactly what I was going to say.

“Uh… um…”

However, this seemed more plausible than confessing that I liked him right away.

And a little different from what I remember. It is true that I was curious about poetry from the Academy days, which is an unknown area to me.

Is hesitating I was frustrated? The poem added an explanation.

“If you say you won’t accept me because you don’t know me. I will tell you.”

She came right in front of me.

“When I know who I am. Can you answer me then?”

She had a confident expression on her face.

What do you believe in and have you been so full of confidence from before? Poetry is.

I nodded.

“Then give it to me.”

I tilted my head because I didn’t understand for a while.

What do you want me to offer?

“Give me your number. Choi In-wook.”

…The woman who got my number for the first time in this life was Sihwa.