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After creating an event to ruin the sirloin at a Hanwoo restaurant.

As soon as I paid and walked out, I got a call from my master.

He gave me a card to spend freely, but… right after using it, I swiped 1.3 million won at a meat restaurant, so he seemed a bit concerned.

-…What on earth are you doing?

-I just filled my stomach before heading to Gyeongju!

-…Alright, good job. Rest well today and be careful tomorrow.

-Yes!

It seemed like he couldn’t bring himself to say anything more.

Hearing his slightly trembling voice, I was almost certain.

After finishing the call with my master, I stopped by a nearby dessert cafe and spent an additional 200,000 won.

It was only a few years ago that I couldn’t understand the nonsense women spouted about having separate stomachs for meals and desserts.

Now, I’m the one doing it.

‘It’s true, the meal stomach and dessert stomach are separate.’

Anyway, as soon as I paid at the cafe, I got another call.

-You swiped 1.3 million won at a Hanwoo restaurant and still needed more? What’s with the 200,000 won at a dessert cafe…?

Hwarang Kim Yu-shin is a stingier master than I thought.

If it were Jeong Ha-yul, she would have called to ask why I ate so little today.

After the call with my stingy master ended, Hayan asked what the call was about.

It seems my mouth slipped during the call.

“What did the president say?”

“He told us to stop eating.”

It’s so different from what he said when he gave me the card, after I swiped 1.5 million won right away.

He said to eat as much as I wanted…

Didn’t he expect this when he gave it to me?

It makes me question his qualifications as a president.

“Eat more, Gyeoul, I’ll treat you.”

“No, if I eat too much, I’ll be tired tomorrow. I’ll stop now.”

“…We’re so full we might die.”

Except for me, everyone was so full they were sitting in bad postures, stomachs sticking out, almost lying on the chairs.

It was the perfect posture to develop a turtle neck and lumbar disc issues.

I don’t want to end up like that, so I’ll eat moderately.

‘Overeating is bad. It’s harmful to health, kids.’

They should eat moderately like me, but the kids have no self-control, it’s worrying.

Returning to the dorm, I booked a KTX ticket for tomorrow morning.

The travel time is about 2 hours and 50 minutes.

If I were alone, I might have died of boredom.

I’m glad Hayan is with me…

Lying in bed, I wondered what Hwarang’s mission in Gyeongju would be, but I had no idea.

I’ll just sleep.

The best way to succeed is to have no plan.

The next day.

I greeted the diligent Lee Chae-song again.

The lazy Lee Chae-rin was still asleep, so I couldn’t greet her.

The problem was that the lazy Lee Ha-yoon was also asleep.

Luckily, it seemed all the luggage was packed the day before, with a suitcase and backpack ready by the bed.

Even if something was missed, it’s fine.

Local procurement is the best for supplies.

I thought about waking Hayan up to wash, but that might wake Chae-rin too.

After thinking for a while… I used telekinesis to take Hayan, the suitcase, and the travel bag, and left the dorm.

Chae-rin didn’t wake up until we left.

‘Success.’

Thanks to getting up early and moving around, students and the dorm supervisor were startled to see Ha-yoon floating, but there was no other way.

Otherwise, we’d be late.

“Ugh… Ah! What, what’s this? Am I dreaming?”

“No, you’re not.”

If someone flipped over in their sleep and found themselves in mid-air, how many wouldn’t be surprised?

She seemed to regain her senses, so I put her down immediately.

“…You carried me out with telekinesis?”

“Yeah, you were sleeping so well. Chae-rin was also asleep, so I didn’t want to wake her.”

“I haven’t washed yet…”

“We’re leaving at 6, you should have woken up earlier. Just wash roughly with magic.”

Before I finished speaking, she was already gathering magic power.

Her messy hair and sleepy face instantly became clean, fresh, and confident.

‘Magic just swept through her body from head to toe…’

I should have awakened magic instead of telekinesis!

We caught a taxi and headed to Seoul Station.

We barely made it on time for the train.

‘If we were a minute late, it might have already left.’

It was all because Ha-yoon was asleep, but since we made it, let’s move on.

I put the suitcase in the luggage area and sat down with just the backpack.

“Isn’t that Jeong Gyeoul?”

“Lee Ha-yoon is next to her too.”

“Wow… her skin is insane.”

“What kind of aura do these kids have… they’re like actresses.”

Some people recognized us.

What’s this?

When I became the youngest Awakened One, there was a big fuss, but timely measures prevented my photo from spreading.

Only those who knew me knew…

‘Is it because of Hayan?’

Considering I’m the only kid around Hayan’s age who hangs out with her, it’s a reasonable suspicion.

Wait.

Hero Daily reporter Kim Bit-na. That persistent stalker posted my photo a few times.

She was immediately scolded by the Taebaek and the Association and took the posts down.

Come to think of it, there haven’t been any articles lately.

Jo Se-hee must be doing a great job.

While thinking about this and that, a woman I’d never seen before approached us.

“Hello.”

“…Yes, hello.”

Hayan, still not fully out of her dark phase, turned her head to look out the window.

She clearly looked like someone who didn’t want to talk.

Naturally, the woman made eye contact with me and started talking.

She leaned forward as if to match my eye level, and the spider tattoo on her chest caught my eye.

Oh my…

A tattoo on the chest, that’s too sexy.

To get a tattoo there, you’d have to take off your top and wear something like a gown that only covers the important parts.

‘I once dreamed of being a tattooist…’

Anyway.

The sexy lady looked at us with a welcoming expression.

“Are you Awakened Jeong Gyeoul and Awakened Lee Ha-yoon?”

“Yes…”

“Wow! I’m a fan!”

For the first time, I met someone who called themselves my fan.

I don’t know how to handle this.

Wait, how much does she even know about me to be my fan?

Did she become a fan after reading a few articles?

I’ve heard there’s a fan club, but I can’t understand it.

Why me, when there are pretty and handsome idols, cool and beautiful celebrities?

Just because of the title of the youngest Awakened One… well, I do have a few titles, but…

I’m not a celebrity that resonates with the general public.

“I saw you on a variety show last time.”

“…?”

A variety show? I was on a variety show?

Kim Bit-na, what on earth did you do?

Did she deepfake me into a show?

Suddenly hearing about appearing on a variety show made me suspicious of Kim Bit-na…

‘Wait…’

Come to think of it, I did appear on a variety show once.

“From… the Intellectual Hero’s Perspective?”

“Yes! It was fun to watch.”

“Ah…”

I completely forgot about it after filming.

So it already aired.

Why didn’t anyone tell me?

“Um, could you give me an autograph?”

“…Sure, I’ll do it.”

With deer-like eyes sparkling at me, the fan asked for an autograph, so I agreed.

Of course, it’s not because of the cleavage and spider tattoo still in my view.

Really.

‘Am I a woman now? I won’t fall for that.’

I agreed to give an autograph, but… I don’t have a signature.

In my past life, it was just scribbling my name, and this life isn’t any different.

I wrote “Jeong Gyeoul” in block letters and handed it over, and she seemed a bit surprised.

“…Sorry, I don’t have a signature yet.”

“Oh, that’s okay! Am I the first to get your autograph? What an honor.”

The woman who received the paper with my name written on it seemed very happy.

It felt strange to have someone like me for no particular reason.

Is this… being a celebrity?

I started thinking about appearing on variety shows more often.

After the woman fussed for a while and left, a few more fans came to get autographs and take photos.

The thought of appearing on variety shows more often quickly disappeared.

If they’re swarming like this now, what if I become more famous…?

I think I understand why Jeong Ha-yul is so cynical towards fans.

Still, it wasn’t all bad.

“Gyeoul, I’ll be right back.”

“Huh? Where are you going?”

“Yeah.”

Is she going to the bathroom?

Unlike school, is it because the KTX bathroom is small?

Hayan didn’t ask to come along, which is unusual.

I’m fine with it, though.

While Hayan was away, the window seat became mine.

I watched the scenery quickly passing by the window and waited for a while.

“I’m back.”

“Okay, feeling better?”

“…Stop with the old man talk. And it wasn’t the bathroom, it was the snack bar.”

“Snack bar?”

Only then did I notice something in Hayan’s hand.

It was eggs and cider.

Sitting down, Hayan said she’d peel one for me and told me to stay still.

Crack.

Is this why people raise daughters?

In an instant, the egg was naked, and she put it in my mouth.

Yum.

The white egg went straight into my mouth.

“Gyeoul, one more.”

“…Huh?”

One was already enough, but Hayan quickly peeled another egg and put it in my mouth.

Yum.

I just ate it.

“You eat too.”

“Okay.”

She peeled one and put it in her mouth, chewing, and then peeled another one for me.

…Yum.

Okay, that’s enough. This is my limit.

“Here, Gyeoul, one more.”

“…Hayan, are you trying to kill me?”

“…Cute.”

…?

I think she’s not just in her dark phase.

She’s acting a bit weird.

I think I need to contact Dr. Yuk Eun-young from the Golden Counseling Center.

How much is the consultation fee?

 

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