Chapter 8: Extra meets the leader.

The school day ended after the club experiences.

“Hayeon-ah, see you tomorrow!”

“Yeah. Don’t fall asleep in the middle and get lost again.”

“…I won’t fall asleep, so it’s fine!”

Clatter.

After waving goodbye to Sohee, I was left alone at the bus stop.

Sejeong had already gone to the academy dormitory, and the two of them had already taken the bus back to their respective homes.

In addition, the people who were initially crowded disappeared after the buses made a round, leaving only me.

It was always inconsistent, but today the bus heading home was much later than usual.

‘If it arrives in 20 minutes…’

Will I get home around 5:30?

I already received a text message from my sister saying she arrived home.

She went out early in the morning for student council work, and she sent a picture saying she bought groceries because she had no work after school.

‘I’m not really hungry.’

I ate a sandwich and had cake with coffee.

This was similar to the amount I normally ate for dinner, so I didn’t need to eat anything, so I sent a text message to my sister.

[I don’t need dinner.]

Then, I received a nagging text asking what I ate outside again.

‘She’s just like Mom.’

-Sis, are you eating well at the academy?

-Introduce me to your friends someday! I’m curious about what kind of people they are.

-…Sis, why is your hand.

I was by no means a good sister.

What kind of good sister is a sister who doesn’t study properly and causes trouble at the academy where her parents pay that expensive money?

Far from being a role model as a sister, I only showed what I shouldn’t be like.

Perhaps because of that, my sister grew up to be the opposite of me.

She studied well on her own, and she grew up to be a straight-laced child who even took care of her older sister like this.

I’m proud of my sister.

‘…Looking at it like this, I had good luck with my younger siblings in both my past and present lives.’

I also received a lot of help from the younger sister who recommended this comic to me in my past life.

-Oppa, eat this. It’s not mine, I sneaked it.

When I was starving because I rebelled against the orphanage director, I received food,

-Oppa, happy birthday!

For the first time in my life, I received a birthday present,

-Why are you so hurt, really? Stop fighting…

I was often treated for injuries after fighting at school.

I haven’t met her since I left the orphanage, but I just think that with her personality, she’ll be living well wherever she is.

Because I won’t be able to meet her now.

‘It’s been 5 minutes now.’

I have to wait another 15 minutes.

Should I install something to enjoy on my phone now?

In my past life, I enjoyed mobile games or comics, but in my present life, I had no interest in such things, so my phone was nothing more than a communication tool.

‘Let’s see, a comic-related app…’

I was looking for something to enjoy during the remaining time.

Tap, tap.

Light footsteps.

It wasn’t a distinct sound like high heels, nor was it a heavy sound like men’s shoes.

I turned my head to the familiar sound, and as expected, I saw the shoes that the kids at the academy often wear.

Black stockings that wrap around the feet and go up to the legs.

The academy’s unique skirt.

The school uniform jacket that I’m also wearing now.

And further up, if you raise your gaze to your shoulders, you can see the unique silver hair.

At this point, it was strange not to recognize who it was.

There was only one person in the academy with such silky silver hair.

Baek Ahra.

Why is the disciplinary committee president here?

I thought she entered the dormitory starting today.

And looking at her appearance, she wasn’t carrying anything like a bag.

Then that means she just came to this bus stop… Did she come out for a walk?

“…….”

‘She’s glaring at me intensely.’

It was certain that she didn’t come out for a walk.

Then, judging by her appearance, did she come to fight?

‘That’s unlikely.’

Given Baek Ahra’s personality, she was unlikely to show such deviant behavior.

Then it seems like she came to say something, but the girl who came to me just folded her arms and didn’t say anything.

Then, the person watching becomes a little frustrated.

“…Sigh, do you have something to say?”

“…!”

When I spoke first, Baek Ahra seemed flustered and her eyes wandered.

Then she came to her senses, sat down on the chair next to me, and opened her mouth.

“…I saw you next to Sejeong.”

“Sejeong? Ah, the transfer student?”

Let’s speak with an appropriate distance here for now.

If I show that I’m vaguely close to her, and I make a slip of the tongue related to the comic, it’s a complete disaster.

“What about the transfer student?”

“…Are you bullying her?”

This girl is asking me if I’m bullying her out of the blue.

I don’t know when and where she saw it, but it must have been a scene where we were playing together and getting along.

There are better words to define that than bullying.

“…What are you talking about? I’m working hard to get along with her as a transfer student helper and friend.”

“…You? A helper?”

“Why, is there something wrong with me doing it?”

“It’s not that… I can’t believe it.”

She can’t believe it even if I tell her.

“Then shall we make a bet?”

“A bet?”

To Baek Ahra, who was puzzled by the word bet, I show my phone’s contact list.

“See? I have Sejeong’s contact information.”

“So?”

“I’ll call with caller ID restriction, so you answer and ask. Whether I’m her friend or not.”

This was the fastest way.

No matter how hard I talk, no matter how much Sejeong helps me from the side, this skeptic will not stop doubting.

I have to make her dig out the truth with her own hands, and then make her believe that she obtained the truth with her own hands.

It’s the answer that came out after suffering enough in middle school.

Give a clear method and answer.

That was the best solution for a person who lives frustratingly.

“…You said a bet.”

“That’s right?”

“Then, if it’s not true, I want you to leave the role of helper to someone else and stay away from Sejeong.”

“…Okay. I will.”

I hated that.

Don’t you feel it?

The gaze that says that she is always right, and that she is always looking down from a high place.

When, in the comic, she couldn’t even grasp the feelings of her childhood friend because of that.

“Then, shall I make the call?”

“You haven’t said what you want yet?”

“I’ll tell you later when I win. It’s the same whether I say it now or later, right?”

Right?

“…Okay. Just make the call quickly.”

Ring.

I hear the phone ringing, and then the sound changes.

[Hello? Who is this?]

[Sejeong-ah.]

[Huh? Who is this calling my name…]

[It’s me. Baek Ahra.]

[Ahra? But why are you calling with caller ID restriction?]

[Ah, I must have messed up the phone settings. I’ll have to fix it later.]

A lie without even blinking an eye.

She was truly skilled.

For the disciplinary committee president who always said that she had to be clean, unwavering, and live in an orderly manner, her tongue was incredibly smooth.

So the two continued to talk for a while asking how they were doing, and then Baek Ahra brought up the main point.

[Sejeong-ah, actually, I saw you from afar while passing by?]

[Really?]

[That brown-haired person next to you, is she your friend?]

[If it’s brown hair, Hayeon? Yes. She’s the first friend I made here. I received a lot of help going around here and there.]

[…Really?]

What on earth is Baek Ahra, whose energy was noticeably drained, thinking?

Self-loathing that she was barking up the wrong tree?

Or, a feeling of sorry towards me?

At least, I hope the latter is there.

“…I’m sorry.”

After finishing the call with Sejeong, Baek Ahra returned my phone to me and apologized at the same time.

“Is it over if you say sorry?”

“Ugh… Tell me. I’ll do what I can.”

Saying that, her eyes were tightly closed.

Here, her other personality was revealed.

She’s proud, but when she thinks she’s wrong, she completely lowers her head.

At least because of that aspect, there are people who like her.

If she had a personality that couldn’t admit her mistakes, she wouldn’t have been the disciplinary committee president, let alone a member.

“Hmm, what should I ask for…”

As I was thinking, I checked the time and saw that the bus time was coming soon.

If that’s the case, it means it will arrive in 1-2 minutes.

It was not the right time to ask for something that would take a long time.

“You said anything, right?”

“…I didn’t say anything…?”

“Who was wrong?”

“…Me.”

I felt good seeing her quiet.

“Then…”

I reached out my right hand towards Baek Ahra.

She also sensed my movement and shrank her body.

But it was too late.

My outstretched hand headed towards her chest…

“No, wait, still there’s a line I can do…!”

…I gently grabbed her tied hair.

“Let me touch your tied hair. I wanted to touch it.”

Baek Ahra’s hair was tied so neatly that it looked like an artificially brushed fox tail.

And as it swayed smoothly from side to side according to her movements, the desire to touch it, which I thought about while watching the comic, grew even stronger.

“…Huh? Hair?”

“Anyway, the bus I’m taking will be here soon, so just let me touch it until then.”

“…Sigh, do whatever you want.”

‘…? It’s kind of bland.’

I thought the resistance would be stronger than I thought, but she even tilted her head to make it easier for me to touch.

It was a bit disappointing from my point of view, who thought I could see her angry or annoyed.

‘Wow, it’s so silky…’

Apart from that, the texture of her hair was very good.

It was similar to my hair, but the feeling was also different.

If Kim Hayeon’s hair is fluffy, Baek Ahra’s hair has a stronger feeling of being silky.

“…….”

“…….”

So, without saying a word, I stroked Baek Ahra’s hair until the bus arrived.

‘…I’m embarrassed.’

The bus stop after the bus passed.

Baek Ahra muttered, cooling her slightly reddened cheeks.

“It’s been a while since I was a kid, I had my hair touched…”