Assistant Manager Kim Hates Idols - Chapter 161



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| Episode 161. Men’s Daycare (1)

“Today, you will be the daily teachers for the Kkotnim class.”

“Us?”

We were each given a bright yellow apron and a tulip-shaped name tag. We were in trouble. Our kids are cool-toned.

And on top of that, you’re a flower girl.

It was a class where the average age was 19.3 years old and the average height was in the early 180cm range, making it feel awkward to be in.

“Does anyone remember when they went to kindergarten?”

“Do you usually remember that?”

“No? We had an English play recital. I did ‘Prospero.’”

“What is that?”

“A nobleman from ‘The Tempest’.”

Although Lee Cheong-hyeon explained kindly, Choi Je-ho’s face showed no interest whatsoever.

It wasn’t much different for me. I just thought, ‘He was amazing since he was little… ‘

“Does anyone here have a younger sibling?”

The kindergarten teacher asked a simple question. Choi Je-ho, Lee Cheong-hyeon, and Jeong Seong-bin raised their hands.

“Three of you, what is the age difference between you and your younger sibling?”

“There’s a four year age difference.”

“We are two years old!”

“We are identical, we are twins.”

The three boys answered one after another. Unfortunately, none of them had younger siblings who were infants or toddlers.

There was a possibility that the one with the four year age gap would be closer to the child, but that guy is Choi Je-ho. I gave up on expecting anything.

After receiving some simple instructions, the children’s names, and the daily schedule, it was time to go to school.

A shrill cry began to be heard from outside the front door.

“What should I do… … . I guess I don’t want to be separated from my parents… … .”

Park Joo-woo was on the verge of crying.

But hold on. If you cry too, this daycare center will have to go through water leak repairs.

Still, the children were brave and courageous. After seeing off their mothers who were busy going to work, they took off their outerwear and entered the hallway with firm steps.

Then, as soon as she saw our faces, she burst into tears again.

“Eww!”

“Hey, everyone, step back three steps at a time.”

You can tell just by the sound of her crying. It wasn’t a sign of sadness.

It was a complete rejection.

“Shouldn’t you be bringing something like a rabbit ride right now?”

“Write it all day?”

“That’s better than making the kids cry all day.”

Kang Ki-yeon muttered seriously.

“Seongbin hyung, go and see.”

“I?!”

“Out of all of us, the only one I can trust is you.”

With Lee Cheong-hyeon’s boundless trust on his back, Jeong Seong-bin cautiously approached the first student.

“Oh, hello… … ?”

“Wow! Mom!”

And it failed miserably.

I had forgotten for a moment that Jeong Seong-bin is also a kind and handsome man among us.

In the harsh reality of society, no one sees Jeong Seong-bin as a handsome man.

As the children arrived one after another, sobbing and being held in the arms of their teachers, one of us walked briskly toward the children.

It was Choi Je-ho.

“Hey, what are you doing!”

“Brother, come in quickly… … !”

The guy didn’t even pay attention to Park Joo-woo and I whispering.

As expected, one of the young friends started to cry.

‘I should have put on glasses.’

If that were the case, a defensive wall would have been built and it would have been okay.

Choi Je-ho knelt in the hallway, leaving behind a day he regretted.

“Do you already know how to take off your jacket by yourself?”

We all opened our eyes wide at the unexpected question. Even the crying child was the same.

“I saw earlier that the other kids had their teachers help them hang their clothes. But you hung your clothes by yourself.”

“I’m Hyung-ah… … .”

“How old are you?”

“Five years old… … .”

“Five years old? You’re my brother.”

The five-year-old boy stopped crying, perhaps because he was happy to be acknowledged by Choi Je-ho, who seemed to be his older brother to everyone.

“Teacher, this is your first time here, so you don’t know much. Where is your class?”

“Teacher, what class do you teach?”

“Flower boy class.”

“I’ll tell you. Follow me.”

The child stood up bravely from his seat. Then he grabbed Choi Je-ho’s hand and led him to the place where the Kkotnim class sign was posted.

You know how to speak so nicely to the kids, so why did you do that to us?

I had so much to say, but I held it back. How can I speak nicely to the kids?

Choi Je-ho’s expression was so arrogant, as if he was asking if I had seen it.

* * *

After many twists and turns, all of the Kkotnim class friends succeeded in attending school.

We also had a brief self-introduction time. I could pronounce teachers ‘Giyeon’ and ‘Jeho’ well, but I couldn’t pronounce teacher ‘Lee Wol’ properly. I couldn’t change my name either.

Should I just call him Mr. Kim instead? If I do that, it seems like it would be more like a daily experience in the principal’s office rather than a daily experience as a daycare teacher.

Luckily, Spark didn’t take part in the One Day Elementary School Challenge.

Because no one came to my side.

My children often came towards me but then ran away at a slow pace.

I wondered if I could even make eye contact, let alone call her name.

“Just sit down for a bit. Don’t stand there like a telephone pole.”

Choi Je-ho, who had a child draped over each of his shoulders, said, “Is there a vein of gold flowing from that guy’s shoulders…?

As I sat there awkwardly, I heard Kang Ki-yeon’s bright voice behind me.

It was a truly ‘bright’ voice. It was a tone I had never heard before, but it was real.

“You came out as a Dal Dal Pang doll too? You chose really well.”

“Does the teacher know Dal Dal Pang too?”

“Of course. I like the Mini Pang series, teacher.”

“I know more than a hundred Mini Pangs!”

Kang Ki-yeon was engaging in conversations with children using the big data he had accumulated over time.

The reaction was enthusiastic. Children wearing all kinds of ribbon character hairbands on their heads gathered around Kang Ki-yeon.

Kang Ki-yeon asked, pointing to the character printed on a children’s wristwatch.

“What kind of fang is this guy? I’ve never seen him before.”

The scene became even more heated when Kang Ki-yeon discovered a character he didn’t know.

“It’s salty and sweet. Don’t you know, teacher?”

“Did you have a friend like this? Is it new?”

“It first appeared in the fifth Mini Pang story.”

“Mini Pang is already up to the fifth story? You’ve only seen up to the third story, teacher.”

This sight reminded me of something.

So, I saw it before… … .

≫ ??? Why is Tamra so pushed back? What happened to Giyeon?

└ Kiyeon’s configuration has been released~

└ What is this? Why are you revealing it to everyone but me?

≫ When was this photo taken??

└ It’s the special stage for the 2nd mini album~ The sound is so bad that I recommend turning off the music and just watching the stage~

└ If you like this kind of outfit, how about trying out the Music Festival Giyeon too… …? It’s the revolution of burgundy shadows.

└ I’m leaving a link to the gallery that Kiyeon created for me by her homeboy… … Quick quick

I remembered. It was like old people trying to sell newbies.

Park Joo-woo also gained explosive popularity. His gorgeous sky blue hair reminded him of characters from transformation comics.

It was heartbreaking to see her struggling to answer the question, “Did you dye your hair the color of bittersweet?”

It would have been nice if it had stopped there, but one by one, ribbon hairpins began to appear in Park Joo-woo’s hair.

“Teacher, look here! The child is pretty!”

“If you have this, you too, teacher, can become the Fairy King. I’m lending it to you specially!”

Park Joo-woo’s appearance, with his hair in two ponytails and 13 ponytails, was miserable.

However, the person involved, Park Joo-woo, looked calm.

“My older sister does this a lot… … .”

Thanks to my cousin’s early education, somehow the items I chose at the mock fan signing were all of a high standard.

Heart-shaped jewel earrings dangled from both of Park Joo-woo’s ears. He looked like a model idol.

As it turned out, the only ones who were left out were the E’s.

Jeong Seong-bin led the children like a flock of sheep, telling them to wash their hands first, and made two of them cry, and still no one approached me rashly.

Although Lee Cheong-hyeon was the E’s only hope, it wasn’t easy.

“Teacher, do you know how to play the piano?”

“I’m good at everything. What should I play for you?”

“Give me ‘A Flower’!”

“I’ve never heard of that before… … How about ‘Trout’?”

Schubert’s Trout flowed through the flower shop. However, it could not satisfy the young audience.

“Can’t you just listen and hit it? Cheong-Hyeon, you can hear it too.”

“Because each note is different, they don’t come together… … .”

In this way, Lee Cheong-hyeon failed to recreate ‘A Flower’.

I think MBTI is wrong. At least here, Jeong Seong-bin, Lee Cheong-hyeon and I have become extreme outsiders.

* * *

At lunchtime, we had an advanced group activity where we all made sandwiches together.

While Choi Je-ho, Park Joo-woo, and Kang Ki-yeon were looking after the kids, Jeong Seong-bin, Lee Cheong-hyeon, and I came back from the kitchen, preparing ingredients in a hurry. My heart almost burst because I thought I wouldn’t make it on time.

“It’s really not easy to look after children.”

Lee Cheong-hyeon said with admiration. His hair, which had been styled nicely at the shop, was a mess.

“But compared to Joo Woo, you’re a nobleman.”

“That’s true.”

We turned our heads and saw Park Joo-woo in the playroom. The unapproachable splendor overwhelmed us. Park Joo-woo seemed like he would soon be invited to the fairyland.

“I thought Gang-Gyeon was at the right level for conversation, but what’s going on with Je-Ho hyung?”

“He’s on the same level as the kids.”

“aha.”

I also cursed at my colleagues here and there. If I didn’t, the group that makes the ingredients wouldn’t have any content to use in the broadcast.

“Cheong-Hyeon, didn’t you often play with your younger sibling?”

Jeong Seong-bin asked. Lee Cheong-hyeon, who was closing the bread bag, stopped.

“Not ‘often,’ but similar to other brothers.”

“Is your younger sibling’s personality similar to yours?”

Lee Cheong-hyeon shook his head at my question.

“He’s really prickly. He’s the complete opposite of me. When you see him, you’ll probably think, ‘Ah, Cheong-hyeon was such a good kid!’”

“That much?”

I can’t really imagine it. I guess it’s because the Lee Cheong-hyeon in my head is a ‘large dog that likes people’.

“Then what about you, brother?”

Jeong Seong-bin, who was well aware of the members’ family relationships, asked again, but this time, Lee Cheong-hyeon was disgusted.

“You do more. Seongbin hyung, not all hyungs in the world are like you.”

“I don’t think I’d be a good older brother to Jeong Seong-jun either… … .”

“I told you it’s on a different level?”

Then, the two men broke eggs and simmered ham while passionately talking about “So-and-so’s younger brother is so shameless” and “So-and-so’s older brother is so sharp-eyed.”

“Come to think of it, I’ve never heard of the relationship between Lee Wol and his brother.”

Lee Cheong-hyeon blurted out. The hand that was picking strawberry jam started to move in vain.

Judging from the fact that they didn’t use the word “family relationship,” it seems like the parents were considerate.

“What about your brother? Are you an only child?”

The two people’s gaze turned towards me. Sweat formed on the hands that were trying to open the lid.