Chapter 97: PC Café (2)

There were several incidents.

Due to the provocative action from Seo Yerin, there was an incident where I couldn’t leave the bathroom until things calmed down because my lower half became stiff.

Nonetheless, the editing progressed smoothly.

Click.

Swoosh.

I was feeling like a real professional while editing and belatedly sipping on the energy drink I ordered after much delay.

I realized that editing a short film roughly 30 minutes long, was a surprisingly difficult task, not to mention the filming part.

No joke, it seemed like several scenes needed to be re-shot, including scenes that naturally transitioned from the surroundings to the actor, or scenes that required a separate background.

Surprisingly, the idea of creating a separate typography for the title was resolved on the spot.

“How about this? Like this?”

“Oh, truly a design major.”

Thanks to the other friend who was in the design department, they quickly did it for me on the spot.

Having their own tablet, they drew it and sent it to me via email immediately, and I absolutely loved the title they slapped on it. This allowed me to easily grab a few seconds for the introduction.

“It’s not really because I’m in the design department, but I’ve enjoyed doing this kind of thing since high school.”

“It’s really beautiful. Thank you for this.”

I was genuinely grateful for the help she rendered, so I quickly pulled up the order screen and said,

“I’ll buy you one. Choose anything.”

“I want mixed grain shake!”

“I’ll have black bean.”

I don’t know why these weirdos are butting in.

Yu Arin and Seo Yerin dashed over as if they had been waiting for me to ask, but I easily ignored them.

“What would you like?”

When I asked, the friend from design pointed at an iced Americano with a bright smile.

Seo Yerin placed her hand over mine that was holding the mouse, just as I was about to click. She tried forcing me to add more to the order by applying pressure.

Even though I considered myself weak, I thought I wouldn’t lose to a girl when it came to strength, but it became unexpectedly difficult when Yu Arin suddenly joined in.

“Lo-lose it... you guys!”

“Order it!”

“Me, I want my shake!”

I don’t know why these crazy girls are being so stubborn today.

It felt like I was really going to lose control of the mouse if things continued like this.

So I grabbed Yu Arin’s waist that was right in front of me, and applied pressure.

“Hyah?!”

Yu Arin, startled, turned briskly around. Thanks to that, the energy drink I had opened earlier got knocked over.

“Hey! You spilled it!”

“Pervert freak!”

“Ah, Yu Arin, really. You’re the worst of all. Don’t ever go to the military.”

“Are you crazy?!”

Yu Arin, her face turning red, hugged her body as if crossing her arms.

Is this the first time she’s done this?

Luckily, she didn’t spill it on the keyboard or any equipment, so we were safe.

Seo Yerin quickly grabbed a cloth and helped wipe the desk. At times like this, being quick to act is more helpful than I thought.

The design major awkwardly smiled, spun her chair, and returned to her own seat.

Yu Arin grumbled and kicked my chair once before sharply turning her head to resume watching the drama she was watching before.

“Give it to me. I’ll wipe it for you.”

“No, I want to wipe it.”

Seo Yerin deliberately stretched out to wipe my spot. I wondered if it was really necessary for her to do this much cleaning. Then, Seo Yerin tears open a disposable tissue she brought with the cloth, smiles broadly, and reaches her hand out.

“You got some here too.”

“...!?”

My body stiffened involuntarily.

Because Seo Yerin was touching my lower half.

Precisely, Seo Yerin, whose hand had reached near my groin, began to wipe carefully at my pants, which were not wet at all.

I was going to tell her not to do it, but it felt surprisingly good. Strength was gradually building up in my lower half...

‘Ah, no. This isn’t right.’

Anonymous103: I’m sure it was midterms yesterday, why is it finals now already?

↳ Anonymous145: It’s funny hearing that from a brawler;

Anonymous90: I want to have se*x!

↳ Anonymous75: Now this one’s truly the se*x god.

↳ Anonymous85: At this point, someone give it to him!

Anonymous69: I want to have se*x!

↳ Anonymous319: Too late, right?

↳ Anonymous75: How does it feel to become a fake?

↳ Anonymous11: Just fuck off. You sympathy-seeking bastard.

Anonymous98: Starting the weekend morning with a lewd pic I found. (Photo)

↳ Anonymous189: ? It’s a dog.

↳ Anonymous52: Fuck, a bestiality freak.

↳ Anonymous110: Shouldn’t this guy really be expelled from the board?

↳ Anonymous11: Is there a department at Gahyeon University that teaches how to be a fucking mess? Why are there so many fucked-up people around us?

Anonymous44: A cheerful ghost story from Japan. It happened at a shrine in the countryside...

Anonymous59(Admin1): Watched ‘Hwanmongjeon’ yesterday, it was super fun. Recommend something similar.

↳ Anonymous113: Don’t you remember the firestorm over ‘Setoe’ and ‘Hwanmongjeon’? The admin was throwing logs into it.

↳ Anonymous59(Admin1): ᅩ

↳ Anonymous113: Anything less than ‘Setoe’ is trash. You’ll forget ‘Hwanmongjeon’ after watching that.

↳ Anonymous59(Admin1): ᅩ

↳ Anonymous113: Fuck. I’m going to contact the administrator.

A real inquiry came from 113 soon after.

“Ugh.”

Why is this one fighting in the Bamboo Forest since lunchtime?

I stretched and got up after liking the post by Yu Arin, who could be considered the epitome of a manager now.

Thanks to staying up all night editing, I had found some leisure time again.

But with final exams coming up, I decided to quickly finish up and take a shower, thinking I should get it over with.

‘Should I go to the PC café again?’

I didn’t like the idea of going to the PC café again. But it’s not like I could afford a computer again either.

Especially since I was going to be working part-time during the winter break and is destined to move into the dormitory starting sophomore year.

‘Ugh, how annoying.’

I quickly washed up, put a hat on, and headed out when my phone rings again.

Choi Yiseo -

“Yes, this is Kim Woojin, who knows the golden ratio of seven strawberry jams to three peanut butters for toast.”

...What’s with the concept this time?

“Just had some bread.”

You know that’s not funny, right?

“If I were a fun person, I’d be popular.”

What are you doing?

“Just doing something.”

Why are you like this today?

“...Going to the PC café. To finish an assignment.”

Zero PC Café?

“Yeah. Pulled an all-nighter yesterday and planning to do it again today.”

That’s impressive.

Choi Yiseo chuckles softly on the other end of the line.

Let’s go together. I’m bored at home too.

“You have Minji at home.”

Can’t bother Minji right now, she’s binge-watching dramas.

Ugh.

“Let’s meet at the PC café. Whoever arrives first should call the other.”

Okay.

Looks like I’m hanging out with Choi Yiseo today.

Humming about having a subtitle slave, I arrived at the PC café. Since I got there first, I called Choi Yiseo and greeted Chan-woo at the counter.

“You’re here too?”

“...Here too?”

As I asked what he meant while listening to the dial tone, Chan-woo pointed to the seats right in front.

There, indeed, was an all-star lineup.

Pyo Jinho, Kang Han-kang, and Ahn Hyeon-ho were all sitting in a row.

“...Why are they here?”

“Han Kang hyung and Jinho hyung are going to the military. They said they’re ticketing for the UI concert before they leave.”

“How can they look so bad just by looking at their faces? Why is Ahn Hyeon-ho here then?”

“They said they called him? To help with the ticketing.”

I wasn’t contacted though?

Why do I feel like I’m being ostracized by them?

Hello? Are you there already?

“Breaking news, Ahn Hyeon-ho is here.”

...Can we go to another PC café then?