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93 – Mr. Ryu’s House # 2

I arrived at his house while I was fighting with Mr. Ryu like that.

“Wow.”

It is a magnificent building.

The huge building, which could be mistaken for a fortress, was surrounded by high walls, and the roof was all made in the style of a hanok.

What kind of fusion building is this?

I got the impression that there must be a family style that values tradition a little. Mr. Ryu, man, to live in a place like this. After all, the rich family’s bup is a bup.

“Hey. Does your house look like a building from the Joseon Dynasty?”

“It’s tradition. Well, I don’t know if you have the discernment to understand the beauty of tradition.”

“Be sure to attach the sajok, the sajok. What is the name of the 3rd king of Joseon?”

“What, what?”

“What is the name of the 3rd king of Joseon?”

“…”

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Ryu closed his mouth at the sudden question.

“Oh, who knows the beauty of tradition? You don’t know the name of the 3rd king of Joseon?”

“Ha! Do you know that!”

“I know.”

“Then prove it! It’ll be first to verify that you are worthy to trouble me!”

Is this an excuse to write at best?

It’s ridiculous.

“hehehehe, yes. Well, if you want that much, I’ll answer you.”

“…”

“Hey. Myeongjong. It’s Myeongjong, dude.”

Actually, I don’t know, but I just said it roughly. Even Ryu wouldn’t know anyway, so there’s nothing to be found out about. If you just go out so shameless here, you’ll have no choice but to believe everything.

“You bastard.”

Anyway, Mr. Ryu, who heard my story, nodded his head.

“There is a minimum level of education in the subject of the Taliban.”

You bastard…!

I don’t know, but I pretended to know and fell for myself!

“Big…!”

I barely endured the fact that I almost laughed.

This bastard is beyond absurd and looks like an idiot. This kind of guy has higher general subject test scores than me. It is a fact that can never be understood and is hard to admit.

“Then that’s the problem. What is the name of the 4th King of Joseon?”

“That’s King Sejong.”

“Ha…!”

No matter how stupid you are, don’t you know this? This is common sense. Is there anyone in Korea who doesn’t know how many King Sejong the Great is?

“Looks like you have at least some level of education!”

“So I have an eye for tradition too? Huh? I have.”

“Okay, shut up! I’m going in now!”

“Special for a person who has nothing to say. Swearing.”

“Please shut up…!”

Well, when I stood in front of the wall like that, the door opened automatically, and I went inside with Mr. Liu.

“Oh.”

Yard.

No, can we call this place a yard? It felt like being inside a luxury apartment complex, but it was traditionally well-arranged and felt like a tourist attraction.

“It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen such a beautiful garden…”

“Ha, a child of beauty who doesn’t even know her speaks well.”

“Ryu. So what is the name of the third king?”

“Shut up!”

I just forgot.

The next time you get to know me, if you f*ck with me, you’ll have to f*cking catch me for saying the right answer.

ㅡBeep beep beep.

Arriving at the door of the house, Mr. Ryu pressed the password, and we entered. But what is the red corridor that comes out right after entering? Why is your house so luxurious?

“Hey. But where are we going? It’s so big, I don’t know where to be.”

“I don’t know!”

“Then let’s go to your room.”

“I wonder if I’m going to let the likes of you into my room!”

“Take some.”

Anyway, since I’m walking down a long hallway.

ㅡ gun gun gun.

A girl walked over there.

That’s also a girl with light blue hair.

“Is your brother here?”

No she was this little sister?

“Don’t you know when you see it? You’re here?”

“Of course I know. But that’s what I said. It’s just a simple word, but it’s like that again. Oppa always does that.”

“You talk too much behind your back. Stop talking and go study.”

Mr. Ryu, my friend, even when he treats her younger sister at home, he looks like a stick. Looking at it, I get a rough estimate. Arguments like this seem to happen often.

I immediately told Mr. Ryu.

“No, Mr. Liu, did you have a sister? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“There’s no reason for me to tell you that!”

“Why not, dude. Can’t you tell a friend that much?”

“Who is a friend!”

“Bastard. Shy. Um? By the way?”

Mr. Liu’s sister was staring at me. Even with a face full of curiosity. Is it an interest in outsiders?

“Wow. Really? You said you were bringing a friend?”

“It’s not like that, don’t get me wrong! This bastard is not my friend!”

“He’s doing this because he’s shy. Actually, we’re best friends.”

As she spoke, her sister covered her mouth with her hand.

“Oh my God!”

“What are you talking about!”

A direct whisper.

“Hey. Pretend you’re my friend.”

“That’s…!”

“Be quiet. I’ll fix it.”

Her sister admired.

“This strange brother really made friends? It’s so amazing. That… Brother? What are you doing? Are you really strange enough to be friends with this strange brother?”

Look at this bold guy?

“hehehehe, what does her sister look like?”

“This is Ryu Ah-yeong.”

“Then, how does Ayeong look?”

“Hmm.”

Ah-yeong narrows her eyes and scans me.

“You look ordinary… Kim Geun-chul oppa. His name is also ordinary.”

“Yes. The only thing that is unusual is Mr. Ryu.”

“To call your brother Mr. Ryu… Wow.”

I keep admiring how strange it is.

“Enough of the f*ck both of you…! I’m going in now!”

Mr. Ryu, who gritted his teeth, spoke as if suppressing his anger. It’s because he’s hot-tempered, like a real painting. I’ll have to follow anyway. Let’s move on like that.

“Ah! Let’s go together!”

Ahyeong said she would follow her, but she clung to her.

“Don’t follow me!”

“Aren’t you going to eat anyway? Why don’t we just go together, oppa?”

“Don’t follow me!”

“Because I don’t want to come here!”

“Oh! This guy’s house is real!”

Finally, Mr. Liu exploded!

Dragon Sky being robbed by his little sister!!!

I’m afraid!!!

“hehehehe, oh, Mr. Ryu, you can’t use your little sister for this? Did you know this for the first time? Huh?”

“I can’t hit you, so I’m just leaving you alone! Stop talking!”

Mr. Ryu’s face had already turned red when he said that. By the way, that’s f*cking amazing. He knew that he was being held captive by his older sister, but he was being harassed by her younger sister as well.

This isn’t easy.

“Your brother is also a student, right?”

As I was walking, Ayoung next to me asked.

“Uh. I’m also a cadet.”

“Are you stronger than that weird brother? Or similar? Or a bit inferior?”

“To be objectively speaking, it’s just a little bit off.”

The moment he said that, Mr. Ryu shouted again as if in a seizure.

“This Taliban guy doesn’t change his face color and lies! Don’t underestimate my skills by saying that he’s a bit inferior! You brash guy!”

“Well, don’t belittle me again dude. What about me? My swordsmanship skills are just fine, but I’m friends with Sihoo.”

“What does that have to do with strength!”

“Brother. I’m talking. Please be quiet.”

“Always make him open my mouth!”

It’s amazing.

A-yeong was very skillful in dealing with Mr. Ryu. But do you resemble Mr. Ryu’s older sister, Mr. Ryu Ara? So is her long hair. She’s a cutie anyway.

You can say that Kitty is a girl with a slightly different feeling.

Kitty has a bit of an adult side of her, because of her eyes and her aura. But Ayoung is just a kid.

“By the way, oppa. How did you become close with that strange oppa?”

“Well, many things happened. But should I say that ‘heart’ went through?”

“What do you mean?”

“Yeah, Mr. Ryu gave me some presents. He bought me food stamps. He bought me a coke. And that’s how we became friends.”

“No, brother?! Really! This strange brother is feeding his friend?!”

Ahyeong covered her mouth with her hand!

“Please!

“No! I explained everything!”

“If that’s an explanation, there must be only numbers 1 through 5 written on the exam paper!”

That moment.

“Why are you so loud? Hey Chunhui. Your voice is booming.”

I heard a voice from my memory. The one who came out of the corner like that is Mr. Ryu’s older sister, Mr. Ryu Ara.

“Oh my God? Geun-cheol is here? This is Chun-hui. Did you bring him today?”

“Can’t you see it?”

“Again, again. Chunhui, are you saying that again when I’ve been asked? Noona always speaks? Think before you speak. So, Chunhui you-“

“His nagging again! Stop doing it every time you see it!”

“He again. He shouted loudly at my sister.”

From the start, he treats her like a child and gives her pain. She was in agony as Liu was about to explode.

It’s really funny.

It’s hard to hold back laughter.

What kind of concept is returning home to Mr. Ryu?

“Anyway, Geuncheol? Welcome back. Did you see her last time? My name is Ara, Cheonhwi’s older sister.”

“Ah, yes. This is Kim Geun-chul. He and I are best friends.”

“You bastard…!”

No, he said he pretended to be friends.

“Huhuhu, really. It’s amazing that you can call our Chunhui Mr. Ryu. Geuncheol-ah? Thank you for being close to our Chunhui?”

“hehehehe, thank you. What a nice guy Mr. Ryu is.”

“He’s a nice guy… Didn’t Chunhui cause any discomfort?”

Ara Ryu asked that in a very friendly tone.

“To be honest, Mr. Ryu, he has a bit of a weird personality, so it’s a bit of a problem.”

“That’s right.”

“Please…!”

Mr. Ryu tried to explode, but Ms. Ryu Ah-ra made a gesture and couldn’t do anything. As you can see, Ryu Ara is the strongest here. It’s something you can’t mess with

“Our Chunhui is a bit strange. Could you tell me a little bit about how he is doing at school?”

“Hmm… He always shouts? And if he thinks he’s weaker than himself, he has a tendency to ignore him. But that’s just his appearance, and in fact, he’s a very nice guy if you look inside.”

“Oh my God!”

Ara-san, who listened to my explanation, reacted like she was having fun.

“What the hell are you talking about like you’re close!”

“Hey. Then what should I do?”

“Ignore it!”

“How can you ignore your friend’s older sister, dude? Anyway, Mr. Ryu, you’re saying this is weird.”

Her sister took that word.

“That’s right. Oppa. You can’t say strange things.”

“Cheonhui. Noona is like that. Ahyeong is like that. Geuncheol also says that. Be quiet for a moment.”

“aaagh!”

Ryu, who finally exploded, screamed.

What a pitiful fellow.