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| Author: Wanbi |
Original Source: Novelpia |
| Translator: Saloi |
English Source: Re:Library |
“Lee Dohee, get dressed and come out quickly, you need to eat breakfast before we go~”
“Okay~ just a moment.”
Today is the day of the entrance ceremony.
Doa was born 2 years and 3 months ago, and now I turned 8 years old, and it’s time to go to elementary school.
Sigh, I have to attend elementary school for 6 years.
When I left the room and went to the kitchen, Mom was feeding Doa, who was sitting in a baby chair.
“Aww, our Doa is eating so well.”
As I sat down on a chair in front of the table and picked up a spoon, I asked.
“Is Doa coming with us?”
Doa, who was eating, looks at me when she hears her name being mentioned.
“Of course we both have to go, what if she wakes up alone at home?”
“Doa is probably sleepy, and you don’t need to come to the entrance ceremony. It’s okay I can go by myself.”
“What are you talking about? What kind of mother doesn’t go to her daughter’s elementary school entrance ceremony?”
“I’m really okay with it, but do whatever you want.”
Cute Doa stared at me and asked.
“Where is Unni going?”
“Well~ Unni has to go to elementary school every morning starting today. Give your Unni a kiss to cheer her up.”
I brought my cheek to Doa and pointed to my cheek with my finger.
“-Peck-, can’t you not go? I want to stay with Unni.”
“Aww, so cute. Unni wants to stay with you too, but Mom won’t allow it. Boohoo, Doa, scold Mom for me.”
Doa seemed to have an inner conflict upon hearing my request to scold Mom, alternating her gaze between me and Mom.
She’s my little sister, but she is too cute.
Mom poked Doa’s cheek and spoke to me.
“Anyway, you have to go to elementary school by law anyways~”
“Who doesn’t know that? It’s just a saying.”
“Make a lot of friends at school, okay?”
“I don’t know about that, we’ll see when I get there.”
“Listen carefully to what the teacher says.”
“We’ll see about that too.”
If I keep teasing Mom like this, she’ll definitely try to hit my forehead.
As expected, the moment I anticipated it, Mom’s hand flew toward my head.
But I easily dodged it.
After masterful repetitive training, I no longer get hit.
“Too slow.”
“Sigh… anyway, go and do well at school.”
“Yeah.”
After finishing breakfast, Mom held Doa in her arms and left the house with me.
When we arrived at the school, the playground was crowded with people.
At the front of the crowd, the teachers from each class were standing holding signs with their class numbers written on them.
“Mom, was I in class 1?”
“Yes, the class 1 teacher is over there.”
We approached the teacher holding the class 1 sign.
“Hello miss, I’m Dohee’s mom. She’s starting school today.”
“Hello, ma’am~”
“Hello, Teacher.”
“Well hi there Dohee, I hope we get along well.”
The teacher looked through the name tags she was holding in her hand, found a name tag with my name, and handed it to me.
“Dohee, are you wearing the name tag that the teacher gave you and waiting?””
“Yes.”
As soon as the teacher handed me the name tag, she went to give out name tags to other parents who had arrived.
Being an elementary school teacher isn’t an easy job.
As time passed and all the students gathered, the principal came up to the podium on stage.
“Good morning, parents and new students. I am Principal Jang Buyoung.”
Ah.
I can’t believe I have to listen to the principal’s boring speech again.
His speech, filled with all sorts of flowery language like “Also,” “Lastly,” “Truly lastly,” and “So in conclusion,” finally ended after 30 minutes.
Principals were always dragging their feet.
As the principal stepped down, another teacher took the microphone and made an announcement.
“Now, parents and new students, please follow your homeroom teachers to your classrooms.”
“Parents of class 1, please come with your children in a single file line~”
Following the teacher’s guidance, parents and students, including us, went into the classroom.
After everyone entered, the homeroom teacher took attendance to make sure all students had arrived.
“Everyone’s here. Hello, I am Yoo Jiyeong, and I’ll be your homeroom teacher for this year starting today.”
-Clap clap clap-
“Starting from the student in front of the line, we’ll do self-introductions. Say, ‘I’m so-and-so, a first year student of class 1.’ Everyone got it?”
Haa… this is already annoying.
If it weren’t for the law, I wouldn’t even be attending elementary school.
“I’m Seo Minbeom, a first year student of class 1.”
“I’m Park Soeun, a first year student of class 1.”
“I’m Chun Hajun, a first year student of class 1.”
I’m Minhyuk.
I’m Subin.
I’m Chaeyoon.
I’m Yunjin.
I’m Suho.
I’m Jinhee.
Listening to this is driving me crazy.
Before I knew it, it was my turn to introduce myself.
“Excuse me, hello. I’m Lee Dohee, a first year student of class 1.”
From behind, I could hear some parents whispering. It seemed like some of them recognized me.
Well, Mom should have been more discreet about posting my photos on social media.
Mom has gained a significant amount of followers and has become a sort of SNS star by selling me off online.
All the posts Mom uploaded always included my pictures, such as:
Kwon Johee
April 21, 2013, 7:49 PM.
This is Dohee’s second contest, and she is the grand prize winner!!
My daughter is a genius, hehe.
(picture of receiving the award).
Kwon Johee
July 13, 2013, 3:40 AM.
This summer vacation is at Gangneung~
(picture of me buried in sand at the beach)
(picture of me in a swimsuit).
Kwon Johee
October 7, 2014, 11:40 AM.
Dohee kissing Doa~
Dad is jealous of Doa!
(picture of me kissing Doa).
There were pictures of me studying,
wearing a face mask,
winning the third, fourth, and fifth competitions, etc.
With the variety of posts Mom uploaded over the past two years it seemed endless.
Thankfully, now that I’m starting elementary school, she said she’d stop uploading photos to prevent me from suffering any disadvantages from becoming too famous.
After the self-introductions, the teacher started a simple class.
The simple class was:
“Everyone, when I say ‘class 1,’ clap three times, like this, clap clap clap, okay?”
“””Yes~”””
Haa… how will I survive elementary school?
Well maybe it will be okay.
Perhaps it will be okay, genuinely.
“Class 1?”
“””Clap clap clap”””
I guess the teacher noticed in her field of vision because I didn’t clap.
“Dohee, you should clap too, okay?”
“Yes…”
“Now, let’s do it again. Class 1?”
“””Clap clap clap”””
Save me.
After the class ended and we received some brief announcements from the teacher, we left the school.
“Mom, I don’t think I can attend school.”
“Well, you have to.”
“Why is elementary school mandatory…?”
“Thank goodness it’s mandatory.”
“Haaa…”
Back home, I searched the internet for elementary school qualification exams.
Please, let me graduate early.
Elementary school qualification exam,
Children under 12 years old cannot take the exam regardless of whether they are enrolled in elementary school or not.
Ah.
What should I do?
Feeling defeated, I went to Doa, who was playing with dolls, and hugged her.
“Huh?”
“Unni only has Doa.”
“Yes.”
“And my piano teacher too.”
“Huh?”
I need healing…
Today, I don’t want to practice piano, study, or exercise…
.
.
.
After a month of somehow attending school, strangely enough, I became popular.
“Dohee, come play with me~”
“I’m busy.”
“Dohee will play with me!”
“No, I’m busy.”
“Dohee feels like an older sister.”
“And you all feel like annoying younger siblings.”
“Dohee, my mom says that Dohee is really famous on the internet.”
“Tell her to forget about it.”
“Dohee, let’s play princess together.”
“I’m busy.”
Girls always crowd around me during break time.
An unwanted popularity.
Please.
On the other hand, the boys say,
“Lee Dohee is a dum dum~”
“…? Oh, yeah, you guys are dumb as well.”
“I’m the treasure of the sea, you know?”
“Hoho… ouch!”
One boy who teased me ran away as I pulled his hair.
Sigh… I should keep my mouth shut.
“Ouch!”
Now that I’m ignoring them, they’re pinching me and running away.
Is this what they call boys teasing girls they like?
Sigh.. I miss you, Mom and Dad… Doa, Unni misses you so much…
And I miss my piano teacher’s chest…the most…
As I was deeply missing the things I missed so much, the teacher approached me.
“Dohee is so popular, I wish I was like her!”
“Does it look good to you…?”
“Haha, Dohee, you’re so cute when you’re shy.”
“I’m serious…”
“Everyone likes you because you’re so pretty. You should get along with them, okay?”
“Me..?”
“Yes, you, Dohee.”
“Why..? Ouch!”
The kid who pinched me again came back while I was talking to the teacher.
I gave the teacher an aggrieved look, but she just laughed it off, saying it was all friendly gestures.
I’m going crazy.
I can’t even hit anyone.
The chance for revenge came sooner than I thought.
During a class called “Fun Activities,” we had a PE activity.
Unfortunately, girls played dodgeball and boys played soccer.
“Teacher, I want to play soccer too.”
“Can you run with the boys?”
“Yes!”
I was assigned to the opposing team of the main boy who was bullying me.
As the game started, the boys on my team passed the ball among themselves.
If they won’t give me the ball, I have no choice but to steal it.
The boy who had been bullying me had the ball.
I ran and tackled him.
As I stole the ball from him, he fell.
Serves him right, haha.
I dribbled the ball forward, easily bypassed two elementary school defenders with a phantom dribble, and scored.
I was once a striker in the Military League.
Elementary schoolers are no match for me.
The game restarted from the halfway line.
The ball went back and forth and then came to me.
As I dribbled forward, the boy who fell over earlier came running towards me as if he’s trying to tackle me.
‘Look at this kid, where did he learn such bad things as an elementary school student.’
I think he learned it from me.
Well, so what?
I lifted the ball and dodged his tackle.
On the other hand, the boy who tried to tackle me tripped over his own feet and fell over.
Thanks to that, my attack was momentarily interrupted.
Phew…
“Hey, get up.”
But the boy lay on the ground, crying as if in pain, and didn’t get up.
“Waaah.”
Even the sound of crying is ugly as his face, seriously.
The kid, who is already annoying, is making the soccer game a mess by crying. It’s really unpleasant to see.
“Waaah, Lee Dohee, you ugly thing!”
I couldn’t take it anymore and kicked the ball at the back of the crybaby.
“Owaaaah.”
The ugly sound of his crying grew even louder.
If he can’t get up, I have to make him get up.
This is the way to handle bed soccer, alarm soccer.[1]
****! Viva Korea.
It was unavoidable that a parent-teacher meeting was set up on the grounds of assaulting a friend.
[1] – Basically bed soccer is diving which is a soccer term where you fake an injury so that you can get a foul on the other team and alarm soccer is where you try to stop the bed soccer so you idk kick em, (don’t really know soccer that much): trying to wake up the people who are faking injuries so that they stop
