âHey, come here.â
Kirsec called out, glaring in displeasure. The eight-year-old had such a terrible aura about him that my body trembled.
âYou. Come and say hello.â
I felt the fight go out of me as I walked forward to greet him. I was embarrassed about being caught. But technically, I hadnât done anything wrong. So I decided to persevere and politely said my greeting.
âHello.â
At that moment, a palm pressed against my head, preventing me from straightening my back, and Kirsecâs face popped down from the side. Though the face was definitely cute, the voice that came out of it reverberated with a tone of betrayal and made my heart pound.
âAre you avoiding me?â
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In my previous life, I had used the term âomg!â a lot when chatting with my friends. But right now, somehow, all I can think of is that.
âOmg, omg, omg, omgâ¦,â my brain kept chanting endlessly as my eyes trembled and I stood frozen in front of Kirsec.
(T/N: The original term is âã ã·ã·,â which is an abbreviation of íëë (shiver). This was the best English equivalent I could find.)
Self-centered as he was, Kirsec seemed to be convinced that I was trying to avoid him. Since I wasnât strong enough to resist, I held my breath even though my neck and waist were starting to ache.
I was breaking out in cold sweat at such a young age!
âAnswer me. Were you avoiding me?â
âNo.â
It was not until he had repeated the question was I able to answer it.
Only then did Kirsecâs palm, which was pressing me down heavily, release me. Just before taking his hand off, he tapped my head twice, as if signaling me to raise my head.
When our eyes met, Kirsec smiled lightly with a look like he was about to chop me up. It was a smile filled with wickedness. A smile like that at the age of eight is not fair. I want to run away.
âBut then why do I feel like youâre avoiding me, huh?â
He asked in a tone so sweet it was scary, and I stood there trembling. It didnât feel like a childâs threat.
I gulped, and started dishing out the nonsense that came into my head calmly and politely.
âIf you ask me why you think Iâm avoiding you when I didnât avoid you, I can only say Iâm not avoiding you.â
When my answer was over, Kirsec blinked.
ââ¦â¦ What are you saying?â
I have no idea. But, I swallowed the words and blinked up at him innocently.
âWere you really not avoiding me?â
Fortunately, heâs just a little boy, so heâs already half convinced.
âOf course not. Why would I avoid you?â
I opened my eyes wide open as if surprised at the very notion. However, Kirsecâs expression remained suspicious.
âThen why couldnât I find you neither in the dining hall nor anywhere else?â
Doesnât it sound like he was looking for me?
âHave you been looking for me?â
âNo!â
Kirsec shouted as if Iâd hit the nail on the head.
No wonder your face looks so red. Was that question a bit unfair?
âItâs not true! Thereâs no way Iâd look for you!â
When I tilted my head, Kirsec jumped up and shouted once more.
You couldnât find me, you said? Iâm sure you were looking for me to harass me. It must be your first time harassing someone of your age group. That must be why youâre interested in me.
Contrary to my sarcastic inner thoughts, I nodded my head to show that I understood. Kirsec narrowed his eyes in displeasure.
However, I already have a successful acting career of seven years. Iâve been acting like an innocent, kind kid for seven years. I have successfully deceived many adults. There was too much of a difference in experience for this eight-year-old to call my bluff.
I gave Kirsec my sincerest look. Yes, you didnât look for me.
There was no way he could find fault with me like that. Still, Kirsec looked displeased and shook his head.
âBut, what were you doing?â
âWhat was I doing?â
âWhat were you so busy with?â
Look at this! I canât control my temper. Iâm getting angry again.
âI was studying.â
âStudying? Every day?â
It seemed Kirsec was wondering how one does that boring thing every day. I understand how you feel. I used to be like that, too. I never wanted to study when I was young.