Chapter 38

Chapter 38

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Chapter 38

On the first day of the festival, some strange guy messed up one of the booths.

Right after that, a recipient of the Medal of Honor turned that suspicious guy into a well-beaten pulp.

Considering how things turned out, I thought it was enough trouble among the students.

And when I visited again late in the afternoon, there was indeed quite a commotion.

“Seniors! Four cream ones!”

“Cream? We’re all out. How about red beans instead?”

“No way! It has to be cream!”

“Then wait a moment!”

Hmm.

“Oh, shit! Hey, Alexander! Why is the ice cream already sold out?!”

“We used it as sparingly as possible, you idiot!”

“It’s noisy and crowded, go quickly and buy more! Quickly!!”

Ugh.

“I am a hotteok-making machine. I am a hotteok-making machine. A machine....”

“Hey, are you done yet?! Can’t you see the line behind you?!”

“Aaaah! I’m not a machine! Ugh!!”

Clearly, there was a commotion. But... would you call it a good commotion?

I was confident that it would still be popular on the first day.

The snacks like bungeoppang or hotteok, unique and perfect for the chilly weather.

They all have a sweet taste, which gives them quite an advantage in terms of preference.

And the people selling them are the four protagonists. They’ve been the top of the popularity rankings since enrollment.

Of course, there’s a sad past involving Selena and them, but that’s another story. Even Selena herself was helping them out just yesterday.

With all those factors combined, it was natural for them to receive a lot of attention on the first day.

The problem is, how to maintain that popularity until the last day of the festival.

‘To be honest, I didn’t care about that. I just wanted to satisfy my selfish desires.’

Whether it’s gourmet cuisine or powerful bombs, I thought it would be better to just focus on attracting attention on the first day.

And it was enough to fill my inner emptiness, which had been rotting away because of those idiots.

Thus began the bungeoppang and hotteok selling venture, led by four male leads and one female lead.

I thought even if it went well for just one day, it would be a great success. But now...

“Ah! Seniors! Even if it’s burnt, please give it to me!”

“This? It’s too burnt though?!”

“There’s a special taste to something burnt!”

“Please press the hotteok a bit harder. I like it crispy!”

“Okay, okay. Just wait a moment!!”

The sun hadn’t even set yet, but there was already a crowd at the booth. And I heard they hastily opened it because students demanded it.

‘Why? Why is it doing even better than yesterday?’

I suggested it, but I didn’t expect it to turn out like this. So I immediately began investigating the reason.

And the conclusion was... Could these guys have the same past life memories as me?

The filling of the bungeoppang, which was originally only filled with red bean paste, now ranged from cream to chocolate to pizza seasoning.

Rumor has it they’re even considering adding cheese, but I’m not sure.

Meanwhile, Wilhelm went as far as making a few more bungeoppang molds and bringing them over.

And what about the hotteok? Of course, they also changed the filling.

They added chocolate, and sometimes crushed nuts. But the climax was undoubtedly putting ice cream on top of the hotteok.

I didn’t ask for it, I didn’t even hint at it, and that was it.

There must be a lot of questions and things he wants to ask. But Shulifen didn’t ask me any of that. He just kept his mouth shut.

Tap, tap—

Someone tapped on my shoulder, and when I turned around, Wilhelm was offering me a hotteok.

It was neither too thick nor too thin, just cooked to perfection, with ice cream on top.

“It’s yours. Eat up.”

“Thanks.”

“Cheer up.”

As expected, he didn’t ask for any reasons.

Neither did Alexander, who poured me a cup of water following suit, nor Joachim, who was dressed in a ridiculous outfit.

It was consideration for me. It was the best they could do, knowing nothing at all.

Perhaps the greeting just a moment ago was intended to straighten my distorted face.

How should I explain this? There’s no need to get upset. It seemed like he was saying that.

These bastards. Suddenly acting like this, they seem quite mature. It doesn’t suit them.

“Hey, Karl, the ingredients are running out too quickly. What should we do about this?”

“The ingredients? No. I specifically told you to prepare them just right.”

“Maybe it’s because there are a lot of customers coming in.”

That doesn’t make any sense, though. Even if there are many customers, the amount we make is limited.

Even with four people, we can’t exhaust all those ingredients in one go.

My doubts were soon resolved. These guys just gave it as much as they could.

To the brim. It’s better to give generously than to fail because of stinginess.

Looking at it this way, there was another reason why it was so popular. I’d come back for more if they did that.

“...Mmm.”

At first, I was worried about whether I should warn them to do that in moderation.

But then I realized why don’t they say that?

‘You can go broke by not selling, but you can’t go broke by giving away.’

And above all, those guys seem to be really enjoying themselves.

At first, they shook their heads, but now they’re more diligent than anyone else.

It was the moment when those four really felt like protagonists.

...It was a problem that I felt that way while making bungeoppang and hotteok.

* * *

It’s the third day of the festival. It’s less busy than the first and second days, but the cooking booth is still bustling today.

Fortunately, today, both Karl and Selena were present from the opening.

“Don’t worry about the ingredients. Got it?”

“Okay! Today, we’ll definitely sell a thousand!”

“You crazy bastard. We might end up dead doing that.”

The six men and women, bickering, but also in unison, as they greeted another round of customers.

“....”

The woman with red hair quietly stood behind the waiting line.

After quite some time had passed, her turn finally came.

“Here you go. Thank you. Next!”

Karl, who has taken Shulifen’s place temporarily, asks her what and how much she wants to buy.

Normally, it would have been some flavor of bungeoppang or how many hotteok. The answer would have been something like this.

“Master.”

But the words that came out of the red-haired woman’s mouth were unexpected.

“I’m here.”

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