Bamboo Forest Manager - Chapter 1



1 – 1. Anon69

“……”

I’ve experienced many absurd situations in my life, but this was different.

What should I say?

“Ah, hello. You’re Woo-jin, right? Kim Woo-jin.”

Seoyerin, who remembered my name with innocent eyes and greeted me, is she really the anonymous user 69 who is dirtying the bulletin board?

Could it be that I misunderstood something?

“Oh, right.”

“You took some liberal arts subjects. I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know either.”

I responded nonchalantly, but in reality, I was trying to control my emotions to maintain as much composure as possible.

“Yeah, it’s interesting.”

However, Seoyerin, who couldn’t continue the conversation, perhaps because my gruff tone felt impolite, offered an unexpected encouragement.

“What’s wrong? Why are you speaking like that?”

“Is it the same major as Yerin? Do you know each other?”

“I just saw her face as I was passing by.”

Seoyerin’s friends began to criticize my attitude subtly, feeling displeased with it.

I might appear unlucky, but I don’t care about what they say anyway.

The bulletin post from the anonymous user 69 displayed on my phone screen.

I pressed the delete button for the post and wrote a formal warning message.

“We inform you that your excessive spamming on the bulletin board has resulted in a 1-day suspension of your account.”

And then.

Ring!

At the same time, Seoyerin’s phone rang.

“This is getting annoying….”

It was clear.

Seoyerin, who was treated like a goddess in the major and showed favor to her peers, seniors, transfer students, and even teaching assistants, was using her anonymity as a shield to release her desires in the bamboo forest.

“Yerin, what’s wrong?”

“Did someone send you a weird message?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

From my point of view, I could only see the back of her head, but it seemed like her expression wasn’t good from her friends’ perspective.

I thought a 1-day suspension would be enough, but Seoyerin suddenly stood up and gave a bright smile.

“I’ll make a call real quick and come back.”

The hand holding the phone trembled slightly. Even though her voice was normally gentle, the atmosphere wasn’t normal, so her friends let her go without saying anything.

After a while.

Admin 1:1 came a message in the chat.

– Anonymous69: Please unblock me.

‘Wow.’

This person is really serious.

But of course, that’s not possible.

– Admin: You can’t unblock due to flooding.

I didn’t know I would end up chatting with Seo Yerin. Of course, she was just complaining and I was just responding professionally.

– Anonymous69: I didn’t flood. I posted one article today.

– Admin: You posted two. I deleted one because you attached a photo.

Didn’t she post a photo of a woman’s underwear in the article? I couldn’t imagine Seo Yerin posting something like that just by looking at her appearance.

– Anonymous69: I post that much on a regular basis. It’s not flooding with just two.

– Admin: You post every day. It’s enough reason for a ban.

– Anonymous69: Ugh.

What a nerve.

– Admin: Take a day off and come back.

There was no other way to respond.

I thought Seo Yerin would come back into the classroom, but that wasn’t the case either.

‘Did she go to the convenience store?’

Amidst the strange feeling of unease, the paused chat continued.

– Anonymous69: (Photo)

– Anonymous69: Bribes

“What the hell!?”

Without even realizing it, I let out a strange scream at the photo of a woman wearing only panties on my phone.

“Oh, sh*t.”

“Excuse me, you sprayed me with your saliva.”

“I’m sorry.”

After apologizing to Seo Yerin’s annoyed friends, I take a deep breath.

While I try to regain my composure, Seo Yerin’s messages keep coming.

– Anonymous69: For the use of the admin’s daughter

anonymous69: Kimotti?

anonymous69: Are you busy? Can you go out?

anonymous69: Answer me.

Ye-rin Seo kept urging.

After calming down, I quickly tried to respond.

“But this picture….”

A woman wearing black see-through panties in the photo. Only the lower body was shown, but the length of the thighs and legs strangely resembled Ye-rin.

“The floor tiles and walls look like our school restroom?”

At that moment, I had that thought.

“….”

I swallowed my saliva.

Seeing that he still hadn’t returned, my anticipation gradually turned into certainty.

Nevertheless, a rational response followed.

Administrator: I won’t reveal your name. Don’t post such pictures on the bulletin board either.

anonymous69: Are you sure it won’t be leaked?

Administrator: Yes.

anonymous69: F*ck off.

This is testing my patience.

I tried to pretend I didn’t know, but I couldn’t.

Administrator: By the way, isn’t the background our school restroom?

I sent a question in order to make him feel embarrassed, but there was no reply even after a few minutes.

While waiting, the one who returned was not a reply but Ye-rin.

Her face had turned pale, to the point where she didn’t know where to look.

“Ye-rin, are you feeling sick?”

“Your face suddenly turned really red.”

“You said you were going to make a phone call. Who was it? Was it Han Gang-sunbae?”

“Wow, that senior is still bothering Ye-rin?”

Her friends immediately attached themselves to Ye-rin, taking care of her when she wasn’t feeling well.

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“No, it’s not like that. I’m just tired, that’s all.”

Ye-rin made a forced smile as she tried to come up with some excuses.

With her innocent appearance and a pleasant scent that one could smell when getting close, it still felt incredibly unsettling that she had just sent me that kind of message.

“……”

Is she wearing black sheer panties underneath the silk skirt she’s wearing right now?

“There’s even a mole on her thigh.”

As a man myself, I momentarily got caught up in looking at the picture before snapping back to reality, shaking my head.

“But this is just too much.”

Feeling a pang of conscience, I decided not to save the picture and deleted it, but the conversation history still remained.

In reality, I could have seen it anytime if I wanted to, but I pretended not to know.

* * *

“Haam.”

The Daehyun University Bamboo Forest is a little different from other university bamboo forests.

What’s different about it is that the Daehyun University Bamboo Forest is not operated or managed by Daehyun University itself.

Usually, the school would manage the accounts, but Daehyun University is truly managed by an individual, which is me.

Officially, Daehyun University doesn’t have a bamboo forest.

But one of the senior students jokingly created an app that activated it, and the administrator account has been passed down to me.

I was a little surprised when I first received it from the senior who introduced it to me.

But somehow, the Daehyun University Bamboo Forest has become the community that I spend the most time on during the day.

“Maybe because I don’t have any real-life friends.”

Sitting in a corner of a cafe, sipping on my coffee, I checked the Daehyun University Bamboo Forest bulletin board on my laptop.

Today, as always, the bamboo forest was still lively and active.

-Anonymous129: Any recommendations for a restaurant near the school?

↳Anonymous17: Uncle’s Sausage and Rice Soup is good.

↳Anonymous212: But Uncle’s Soup is tasteless.

↳Anonymous17: It’s my uncle’s place, though.

↳Anonymous212: Let me write you an 8-line poem.

-Anonymous276: Are there any clubs accepting new members in the second semester? My schedule got messed up, so I have a lot of free time.

↳Anonymous54: They’re coming.

↳Anonymous98: I hear footsteps.

↳Anonymous77: JLY! The Lord loves you. Immediate registration available when you come to the East. Free cross.(｡♥‿♥｡)

↳Anonymous276 (author): I go to church.

↳Anonymous88: Namu Avita Bul. I will be available for Buddhist practice anytime. Every Friday, meditation practice; once a month, mountain climbing.

↳Anonymous276 (Author): Actually, I am non-religious.

↳Anonymous185: Non-religious club, Jinrihui. You can come and criticize other religions. Sometimes we go to other religious clubs and cause trouble.

↳Anonymous276 (Author): Damn.

In reality, I’m not sure if I can say it’s healthy, but the activities are continuing actively regardless.

Although the Gahyeondae Bamboo Forest required a separate app, it was actually quite good considering the number of users.

They even taught the freshmen how to use the Bamboo Forest during the orientation.

When I entered as a freshman this year, I learned from the seniors as well.

As I watched the posts regenerate while browsing through the Bamboo Forest on my laptop at the café, I could feel its popularity.

When I looked up slightly, there was a familiar face standing in front of me, holding a coffee.

Short hair with a hint of navy blue, a healthy physique that could be felt.

Comfortable fashion with tight training pants and a blue hoodie.

Choi Iseo.

She was the student council president of our English literature department.

Her name was unique, and since she was the student council president, I naturally knew about her, but it was a bit awkward for her to stare at me.

“Can I sit here?”

Choi Iseo asked, pointing to the seat across from me. She wasn’t as sociable as Seo Yerin, but she also didn’t reject others.

I guess you could say she had a typical leader’s posture. Anyway, she was a woman who fit the image of a student council president.

“You can sit wherever you want.”

We weren’t close, but I nodded. Since there were no available seats in the café, she must have come to me because we knew each other.

Choi Iseo sat across from me.

After closing the Bamboo Forest window on my laptop, I started playing a game. I had enough time for gaming as it was a two-hour break.

Choi Iseo also seemed uninterested in me and looked at her own phone while sipping her coffee.

It was a coincidental seating arrangement, but to be honest, it was ambiguous if we could even call it seating together, as we each had our own things to do.

“Ah, my cards aren’t sticking.”

I was playing a light strategy card game with a vacant expression since we couldn’t play a dynamic 5:5 at the café.

“Did you finish your assignment for English literature?”

Choi Iseo, who had been looking at her phone, suddenly looked at me across the laptop screen.

I didn’t expect her to start a conversation, but it wasn’t particularly difficult to answer.

“Yeah.”

I remember that it was a report about the differences between British literature and American literature that we had to submit.

Comparing the representative authors and the contents of their works was a very impressive task.

Now it’s the second semester of my freshman year, and I was somewhat hesitant and grumbling.

“Hmm, you’ve already finished, huh?”

Perhaps there was a failure in continuing the conversation. Choi Iseo takes a sip of coffee, mumbling for no reason.

It seemed like there was something he wanted to say. When he first hesitated, his lips twitched as if itching, and he looked at me cautiously.

“Well, what is it that you’re curious about?”

“Well, last semester, you…”

Asking out of irritation, Choi Iseo thought it was a good opportunity, so he continued speaking.

“Iseo!”

A tall man enters the cafe.

With the most impressive height, our classmate An Hyeonho, who has a well-built physique.

Whether he had an appointment or not, the guy who was coming towards our table looks at me with a frowned face.

“Kim Woojin?”

I was somewhat amazed that he knew my name, but I didn’t react much.

We exchanged a brief greeting with our eyes, but An Hyeonho spoke to Choi Iseo as if I didn’t exist.

“Let’s go, the professors are waiting.”

“Yeah, I got it. We’re going.”

“Sure.”

Choi Iseo and An Hyeonho leave the cafe. I could hear someone asking why An Hyeonho was with Choi Iseo in the middle, but I didn’t pay attention.

“They finally left.”

I stretched and turned off the game, returning to the Bamboo Forest bulletin board.

I hadn’t been there for about an hour, and seeing that the posts were already piling up made me curious.

– Anonymous69: Isn’t this the school restroom?

– Anonymous69: The level of the admin’s sh*tty delusions

Seeing the unexpected chat from Seo Yerin made me burst into laughter.