I Became A Kindergarten Friend Of The Main Shou - Chapter 1

“Our Yoo-ah! Did you enjoy your meal?”

“Yes.”

“Then shall we get ready and go to kindergarten with mom? Your friends are very upset because Yoo-ah didn’t come for a week.”

Jeong-hye, a woman who had her hair twisted with a hair claw, lifted Yoo-ah up and hugged him. Ever since she got sick, she has been constantly focusing on housework, so she’s been unintentionally playing a game with her child lately.

Jeong-hye quickly lowered Yoo-ah from his chair so that he would not be interested in the empty bowl.

“Mom, then shall I go in and wash up? If I don’t prepare now, I think I’ll be late for kindergarten….”

The child looked up at Jeong-hye with a blank face and asked. Jeong-hye said while looking at the small hand that slightly grabbed and pulled the hem of her clothes.

“Yes. Will you? Then I’ll iron the original clothes while our baby is washed.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

Ododo. I thought the sound of small feet was getting away, but I heard the sound of water. Jeong-hye relieved her smiling face and sighed a little. Is it really okay to send him?

Jeong-hye still got goosebumps all over her body thinking of when she ran to the emergency room with Joo-hyuk, hugging the child who had a fever of nearly 40 degrees during the night last week.

No matter how much he got a fever reducer, his fever didn’t go down, but the doctor only repeated that he didn’t know the cause like a parrot.

Meanwhile, Yoo-ah could not open his eyes for two days when his fever rose. Joo-hyuk, whom she had never seen crying ever since the beginning of their relationship until now, had stated the seriousness of the time when he cried as he wiped away the child’s cold sweat after work.

Fortunately, on the third day, he was discharged from the hospital as if he had not been sick at all….

“Leave it alone. I’ll clean it up since I made the mess. I’m really not sick, so mom and dad can go to work now.”

“That, Jeong-hye yah….”

“…yes, oppa. I think the same, too.”

Oh, my God. Which kindergarten student cleans up the toys that he had just left the hospital. Yoo-ah was originally a child who cried and rolled on the floor of the living room this morning because he wasn’t allowed to put chopsticks on the table with my favorite X-roro.

Jeong-hye and Joo-hyuk immediately hugged Yoo-ah, who was squatting and picking up toys, and headed to the hospital. The results of the MRI were perfectly normal, whether it was unfortunate or fortunate, and he was re-examined twice just in case, but the same results came back.

Jeong-hye was confident that if Yoo-ah, who was tired of the following tests, had not been whining, they would have been stuck at the hospital all day.

The family returned home in half a day with a very normal test paper in his hand. Unfortunately, that’s not the end of Yoo-ah’s journey.

“Daddy, can I read the book in the study?”

“The more you eat, the more eggplants become worth eating. It’s past the time to be picky.”

“Uh… Eng, English is the same as what I learned in kindergarten…”.”

He didn’t even look at the toys that he used to play with. Even though he couldn’t read all of the Korean letters, he took Joo-hyuk’s major books and turned the page with a serious look. His picky eating was completely cured in one day.

They contacted the kindergarten, and they said they never taught him English. To be honest, it was full of incomprehensible things and sometimes scary.

Maybe he’s still sick but no one is noticing? What if he falls ill again? If he isn’t found as early as this time, what should we do then? Unknowingly, the accident kept popping up in a negative direction. Whenever that happened, Jeong-hye tried to compose herself by recalling the doctor’s words.

“Well, it is rare, but not uncommon, for patients who have had major accidents or shocks to have had aftereffects similar to those of Yoo-ah. Like suddenly being able to speak in a language that you’ve never learned before. Like a sudden change in personality.”

The doctor said that nothing of what Jeong-hye was worried about will happen. In fact, even if his words were wrong, there was no way for Jeong-hye to know, so there was no other way than to believe it. It may be because she wanted to think that way.

They stayed at home for a week in case his condition got worse again between kindergartens, but they couldn’t just keep him in their arms because they thought he could get better gradually if he lived his usual daily life.

Eventually, Joo-hyuk and Jeong-hye decided to send the child back to kindergarten after putting their heads together over the weekend,

‘……….Should I say that he can rest until this week, at least now?’

He has changed a lot. I know there is nothing wrong, but I was worried because I was a parent.

Jeong-hye, who held her cell phone in her hand and repeatedly turned the screen on and off, groaned for a while and shook her head. No matter how much I thought about it, I thought it would be worse to keep the child at home as it is.

I can take parental leave or retirement and stay with the baby all day long. Jeong-hye decided to trust Yoo-ah and went into the room to iron his original uniform.

“It’s X.”

At the same time, Yoo-ah, who stood in front of the sink with the water on, murmured.

“How come the sink is so high even though I stepped on the foothold? Am I really having a problem?”

Yoo-ah patted his chest with his small hand, saying that Gao was dead. Then, realizing that the sound wasn’t the familiar ‘puck-puck’, but more like ‘kong-kong’ or ‘pok-pok’, he quietly lowered his arms.

For two whole days, Yoo-ah was hurt so much that he was worried that he might die again.

To add a little exaggeration, his body felt as if it was thrown near the equator in broad daylight. It was hot and cold as if it were thrown naked in the middle of Antarctica; I thought my head was broken by the memory of constantly rushing in. Even though I hadn’t eaten for two days, I didn’t feel hungry or thirsty.

But it turned out that all this fuss was because of the kid I ran into while playing in the playground last week. Yoo-ah’s shoulders trembled.

Pong!

“Oh!”

A pair of small ears poking out overhead with a cute sound. Judging from the tickling of the calf, the tail also appeared.

White, soft fur with black patterns, yes. Bae Yoo-ah, who turned 7 years old this year… was a snow leopard hybrid.

I can’t believe I’m a hybrid. What do you mean a hybrid?!

No way. Yoo-ah screamed.

What is Hybrid? Wasn’t it a setting in a novel that was tied up in a set with the Esper-Guide and Alpha-Omega worldviews and soon withered alone?

“Oh.”

That’s right. It was in a BL novel. Yoo-ah ripped off his hair.

It’s amazing that he was reincarnated after his death, but the place where he was reincarnated is the world of BL novels. The world couldn’t do this to Yoo-ah.

‘Even kindergarten stories only come out in retrospect for a while!’

Wouldn’t it be better to just be the main character’s pet than to be reborn as an extra without even having a single line? At least that’s what Yoo-ah thought.

…My younger siblings recommended that I change my habit of reading regardless of genre or subject matter. Yoo-ah hit his past-self. I should’ve just gone back to farming and read a novel about one.

‘If you read it in a fun way, you won’t feel unfair.’

For Yoo-ah, the sincerity of web novels could not be ignored, so he read them briefly before going to bed. The efforts of the younger siblings, who cared about me not having a decent hobby, were very admirable.

However, if I had known this would happen, I should have stopped them from recommending them at all. No, I shouldn’t have told my younger siblings that I would accept it until I collected independent funds in the first place.

“Of all the books, why is it BL? Gosh….”

Yoo-ah was a straight man who was obviously attracted to women. If reading BL makes men happy, then does transmigrating into hybrid novels make you a hybrid lover?

Yoo-ah, who was complaining to whom he himself did not know, belatedly became aware of reality and searched for his memory. What was the plot of the novel again?

[Maybe it was because the scenery was similar to the time when I looked at the snowfall with my grandmother. Louis glanced at the white snow falling outside the window and slowly stepped out.

“At that time, my grandmother made me warm cocoa. The marshmallows on top were also delicious.’

Recalling the sweet taste, Louis licked his lips slightly.

Where was it? On a snowy day like this, Louis used to go out with the village children with sleds. When I came home after playing for a while, my clothes drooped with the melted snow, and when I came out after washing with warm water, my mom would dry my hair and put cookies in my hands.

Louis looked down at his feet. It was a small and ordinary foot, just like then. I think it hasn’t changed much since I was in Germany.

‘So what’s the problem?’

After coming to Korea, Louis would often lie alone in bed and think at night. What did I do wrong? Why is everyone avoiding me? Louis decided there must be something wrong with him. Otherwise, the children had no reason to be reluctant to themselves.

It was the same when he was in Germany. The teacher used to talk to his friends when there was a conflict. It’s okay to be in the wrong, so think about what you’ve done wrong. He said that what you did without any malice may have hurt the other person.

So Louis thought. Did I hurt them? It didn’t take anything to remember, so Louis made a reason.

I didn’t give my snack to my friend, who cried because he wanted to eat more snacks yesterday. I cried because I was angry that the castle I was building broke down. I wanted to play block….’

‘But it’s not my fault, is it?

Then why aren’t they playing with me?

I don’t know. Korea was a difficult place for Louis, one way or another.

Snow from the sky was quietly piling up, staining the floor white. Louis stared blankly at the scene, then looked around.

Snow was piling up on the swing.

I could hear the laughter of children having a snowball fight over the kindergarten.

There were no footprints around Louis because he had been standing for a long time. Because no one came near here while the snow piled up. Yeah. No one came by his side.

The low walls of the kindergarten seemed to draw a line that you could never cross, so Louis wanted to go home today.

It’s not like I’m waiting for my mom and dad all the time. Like when I used to go home holding my parents’ hands when I came to meet them after playing at my friend’s house.

Louis missed home.

“Uwaaa……! I, I hateㅡ”

“Hi? Why are you outside when it’s cold? Are you alone here?”

“……!”

Alone. I knew that, but I didn’t want anyone to confirm it. Louis’ pale green eyes were soaked with water. The boy, who had been flustered by him, came over the fence to Louis.

-Later Louis recalls. It was a story from one day that the world was like coming to him.]

“…Oh, I pity you.”

When a child thinks like that, the responsibility is mostly with adults. Because he left it to blame himself even though he did nothing wrong. In any way, such memories were more likely to be traumatic.

Nightmares don’t discriminate between nationality and age. Yoo-ah stared at his face in the mirror and closed his eyes.

Even so… You won’t have to get involved. If you leave it as it is, you’ll eat well and live well.

‘There’s no way I’m unhappy. It’s best not to get involved.’

The most useless thing in the world was worrying about chaebol. In that sense. The main gong and main shou that the artist personally points to and the world helps with are like vibranium spoons. Who is caring about who.

Here, Yoo-ah’s face… with a grain of salt. He knew that from the book, but. Anyway, worrying about the main shou was no different from, for example, a rural kid loading a 1,000 won ship and saying, “I feel sorry for the world’s richest man on a cruise.”

Even if I stay still, the two main characters who are scheduled to go through the original story and end the happy ending have to make a living on their own. In the first place, it was a balance collapse that was not an opponent.

Then again. Now, who do you feel sorry for?

Yoo-ah made a resolution. Let’s not step on the shadows of the main shou and the main gong.