Creating Hidden Endings - Chapter 44

I wondered if he was making fun of me for not knowing, so I glared at him with a suspicious eye and lowered my gaze again with a bundle of paper in my hand.

 

I’m going back to reality after saying cheers! It was dirty to meet him, and I will not look back after saying we should never see each other again!

 

I survived a month with that hope, but it feels like I hit a wall in an unexpected place. Against the huge wall of language and mathematics.

 

“….”

 

Quantum mechanics? What equation?

 

Even though I was a science student, my eyes would turn around, and as a liberal arts student, I even felt sick to my stomach.

 

“Didn’t you know and ask for it?”

 

Do you think I knew? It seems like he’s not making fun of me. 

 

“… I’m going to try to find out from now on.”

 

“You must be greatly motivated.” 

 

“….”

 

It’s not motivated; it’s just ‘cursing’. I think I can even use more bad words.

 

“Then I wish you good luck. I will continue to research and bring back the materials.”

 

“…Yes, thank you.”

 

Oh, is this how helpless feels like? I feel hopeless, just like my future.

 

******

 

They placed a new desk and chair on one side of Lee Jehee’s office and placed a computer on it. These were office furniture brought by him for me, whose place to work became ambiguous as I went to work in the guild. 

 

Although I was a member of the Yeolmu Guild, I was more of an exclusive supporter who personally signed a contract with Lee Jehee rather than a guild. I am also a temporary exclusive supporter with less than a year left.

 

As a result, when I first went to work in the guild, I was embarrassed because I didn’t know where to go. It was Lee Jehee who came out at that time. He gave me a seat in his office very naturally.

 

In fact, it was the right thing to do, but it didn’t mean that I wasn’t dissatisfied. Thanks to this, I’m spending the whole day with Lee Jehee.

 

When I went to work, it was Lee Jehee’s office, and when I left, it was Lee Jehee’s house. This life starts with Lee Jehee and ends with Lee Jehee.

 

But I can’t think of such complaints now because I felt like my head would explode with another problem.

 

“So, does this mean that H is a Hamiltonian, that the similarity to this lowercase h is the Planck’s constant, and the one that looks like a trident is the wave function?”

 

What’s the wave function? Is it harder than trigonometric functions? The function I know ends with a quadratic function—. 

 

The white ones are paper, the black ones are letters, and I was an adult who even ate college stuff. However, no matter how much I looked into the letters, I couldn’t understand them. 

 

“Oh, damn it! You’d rather kill me. I can’t do this. Really!”

 

I couldn’t stand it, so I screamed like crazy, and then fell on the desk, and I heard Ddari, who was helping me, click its tongue slightly.

 

“Seonwoo.” 

 

“What?” 

 

“Are you crying?”

 

“… I’m not crying.”

 

In fact, I was already crying in my heart.

 

Ddari looked at my complexion anxiously as I sat in front of the computer, searching for English words on my behalf and giving them meanings. I was so exhausted mentally and physically.

 

Why do I need to know what quantum mechanics is at this age! Even if I don’t know that, time will pass, I’ll breathe, and I also will sleep well!

 

He comforted my shoulder with a short hand while I was in pain with my head in my hand, which seemed to cause a headache.

 

“Don’t cry. If you cry, Jehee will stare at you for being noisy again.”

 

“I told you I’m not crying?!” 

 

“Why are you so angry? I’m helping you, though? Seonwoo, this is called ungratefulness.”

 

These days, he has been using my cell phone and the Internet, and his vocabulary has improved. How did I know? I silently stared at the punk who even dug a game account in my name and then banged my head on the desk again. 

 

When I tried to use my brain, it felt like the top of my head was getting hotter.

 

“Seonwoo, don’t play around. Find it quickly. Isn’t that what Seonwoo wanted to know?”

 

“I don’t know. I’ll take a little break and do it again later.” 

 

“Seonwoo’s physical strength is too much of a sunfish.” (t/n: means extremely fragile.)

 

“…how did you know the word sunfish?”

 

“I wonder who said that while playing the game? The original physical stamina is said to be a sunfish.”

 

“You stop playing. By then, you’ll be addicted.”

 

Familiar with the words’ Stop playing games’, Ddari, which were moving with the mouse, pretending to be busy, and clicking the mouse for no reason. He’d heard it a lot these days, and I think he was starting to feel self-conscious. 

 

Not long ago, Lee Jehee gave him permission to stay comfortable as long as he kept the set radius of action. Ddari immediately asked for a cell phone at those words. However, I bought it because he wanted to contact him, but it was just a game.

 

Ddari played games whenever he really had time. This monster is a serious game addict—.

 

“Can I put a password on the computer if you keep playing games?”

 

“W, what right does Seonwoo have? That computer belongs to Jehee-nim!”

 

Only in this case is Jehee-nim. He usually calls him Lee Jehee when he’s mean. This is a big problem because only this has improved these days. It isn’t easy to deal with.

 

“If we can’t speak.” 

 

“I, it’s hurt Seonwoo!” 

 

I pinched Ddari’s cheek as I felt like dealing with my five-year-old nephew. Contrary to its appearance, its soft-touch cheeks stretched out, and white fangs stood out. The only thing he did with those fangs was eating only delicious food. It’s like raising a real child. 

 

“It hurts…”

 

The office door suddenly opened at that time, so I stopped talking. I was surprised by the open door without knocking, and tried to hide Ddari, but sighed after checking my opponent. I could see Chorok striding in like it was his own house.

 

“You scared me! Don’t you have a hand? Don’t you know how to knock?”

 

“Is this your office?”

 

No. It’s Lee Jehee’s office. But if there are people inside, isn’t knocking on the door a basic skill of the people in society?

 

Seriously, asking him for basic skills only hurts my mouth.

 

I kept my mouth shut as I expressed dissatisfaction with the mean answer. Then Chorok put the paper bag he had brought in his hand on the desk. I was curious and opened my mouth again.

 

“…What is this?”

 

“Eat.” 

 

Why are you telling me to eat it all of a sudden? Am I going to eat it?

 

“Me? You want me to eat it?”

 

“Is there anyone else here?”

 

“….”

 

What is it? Did it go bad? I understand if he brought it to take care of food waste.

 

Unable to erase the suspicious light, I brought a paper bag and opened the entrance. It was filled with large, individually wrapped croissants—a croissant with many creams inside.

 

“…Have it been out of date?” 

 

It looked delicious, so I was asking to try it even if it had been a day or two.

 

However, as if offended by those words, Chorok reached out to the paper bag as if to take it back. I quickly took the envelope and turned around, and Chorok sighed as if he were speechless.

 

“I bought it for you with all my heart.”

 

“I thought it was weird. That you thought of me and bought me something.”

 

“If you’re going to say something like that, give it back.”

 

“Didn’t you learn that you’re not supposed to give and take? That was very disrespectful, wasn’t it?” 

 

“….” 

 

Chorok’s face turned into an expression of contemplation as to whether or not it would be disrespectful. After seeing it, I was convinced. I’m sure this is really delicious.

 

What’s wrong with that guy?

 

“Sunwoo, what is that? Is it delicious?”

 

“Yes. It’s very delicious.”

 

“But why does an angry human give Seonwoo something delicious?”

 

Look. Even Ddari can’t believe it. It’s not that I’m weird.

 

“He brought it for us to eat. And don’t call him an angry human. What’s his name?”

 

“Chorok punk?” 

 

Tsk. the damn adaptability. It feels like it’s great. 

 

“W, when did I call him Chorok punk! It’s Han Chorok!” 

 

“Huh? Seonwoo always says Chorok punk—” 

 

I closed Ddari’s mouth, who was constantly talking nonsense without notice, and glanced at Chorok’s eyes. He seems to be feeling a little angry when he stands crookedly with his hand on one side of his waist.

 

“Thank you. I’ll enjoy my meal. Chorok.” 

 

“….”

  

 

Even though I intentionally smiled brightly and said thanks, it did not easily resolve his displeased expression. I just smiled at the guy who just kept staring to see if he didn’t even want to leave. To the point where the corners of my mouth tremble.

 

“…Do you like bread?”

 

What are you talking about all of a sudden? Do you like bread all of a sudden? Didn’t you buy it for me because you thought I would like it?

 

“Y, yeah. Do you like it?” 

 

“Yeah, I got it.” 

 

Then he turns his back and leaves the office. 

 

Is he really just going out like this? Even if he heard I called him Chorok punk? With this, too? 

 

“Goodbye, thank you!”

 

“….”

 

“… it’s not ‘I picked it up on the way.’ But what is this?”

 

I looked at Chorok and the closed door behind me and muttered to myself, then looked down at the paper bag in my arms. 

 

“Seowoo! I want to eat too!”

 

“Oh, try one. You said you wanted to try this last time.”

 

A few days ago, while watching TV, a croissant filled with cream came out. I was turning the channel, and I stopped at the look that looked appetizing, and I was mesmerized as I stared at the screen with a force to lick.

 

I remembered that Ddari, who was eating mana for dinner from Lee Jehee next to him, said he wanted to eat it and took out the bread. And each cream inside explained the taste with different croissants lined up on the desk.

 

“This is bavarian, and this is a strawberry, this is chocolate cream. This—Is it green tea?”

 

“What does Seonwoo like the most?”

 

“Me? I like bavarian the best.”

 

“Then I want to eat a bavarian too!”

 

“Is that so?”

 

Among the bread I took out, I handed over a bread bag with Bavarian cream to my Ddari and stood up.