Bunny Is Obsessed With Me - Bunny Is Obsessed With Me chapter 90

The bunny is obsessed with me.

Several days have passed since then.

At that time, I brought up the topic of counseling, but the conversation did not progress after that.

I wanted to talk properly, but because Kyung-hee changed the subject, there was nothing I could do.

I couldn’t help it because I wanted to end well without hurting each other.

However, there were no particular abnormal symptoms or anything like that.

It didn’t calm down, but on the contrary, nothing got worse.

The obsession still continued.

Kyunghee wanted me to contact her at least once, if I could.

It wasn’t until I asked him to tell me all the schedules.

It was okay because he only asked me to contact him once every few hours, for a few minutes.

Of course, it was clear that he wanted more attention than that.

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Just because Kyung Hee was respecting my daily life, it only took a few minutes.

So, after returning home, I had to stay close to Kyunghee.

Even if I can’t stick around for other reasons, I can still hear his voice.

Since there were only the two of us in the building, it was a privilege, not a privilege.

Thanks to that, Kyunghee seemed to be thinking about something strange.

If I could buy or obtain a house in the future, I would definitely want to live in a house like this.

It was a bonus to say that we wanted to design it from start to finish.

Did you say you wanted a house big enough to accommodate more than 10 children?

I had the money and the will to do so, so it seemed like it would be a fait accompli.

Other than that, there was nothing that could be called abnormal.

A few times the obsession suddenly got worse, but that didn’t bother me.

It was still a controllable range, and I was able to pass it enough.

So it seemed that Kyung-hee wouldn’t have to worry for a while.

The problem was me.

With the exam period approaching, the amount of assignments and things like that increased dramatically.

This was due to the addition of the fact that there were not many departments worth mentioning at our university.

Under the professors’ belief that good students come out only when students of this year are tested until they collapse from exhaustion.

Seniors, juniors, and classmates all locked themselves in their desks.

Thanks to that, I could see our students everywhere on campus.

Everyone was eager to sit down and review wherever there was a desk where you could plug in a cord.

Still, it wasn’t that bad.

As far as I can digest… I thought positively.

When it was really bad, regardless of whether it was a senior or a junior, the way he spoke became rude.

And it was often found that people sitting next to me asked questions about things they didn’t know, and they taught each other.

It could be said that it was a desperate struggle to somehow survive the professor’s demonic hand.

“Okay then, we’ve been teaching until here. Thank you all for your hard work.”

The professor ended the class like that, but no one stood up.

The reason was simple. It was to write down the solution to the problem written on the blackboard.

Needless to say, there were a lot of unanswered questions in the major books, so I had to rely entirely on the professor for solutions and stuff like that.

Thanks to that, even after class was over, everyone was very busy taking notes for about 5 minutes.

There were some people who took pictures, but there were more people who wrote them down because of the quality problem.

Even after a few more minutes, a few students remained.

Professor Lee had his last class today.

Thanks to that, I didn’t have to go to another class anymore, so I was asking questions.

I looked at the students huddled next to the professor listening to the explanation.

After listening to the explanation, the students went out with complicated expressions on their faces.

It was clear that he was going out even though he probably didn’t understand it properly.

Maybe it’s because I’m more aware of asking more questions.

If you ask too many questions to a university professor, you end up becoming a graduate student.

It’s been quite a while since such scary rumors spread in the department.

But I didn’t mind being a graduate student.

Thanks to that, I didn’t feel burdened at all by asking and answering questions separately with the professor.

Rather, because I had to look better with the professor, there were many cases where I brought questions from other students.

I bowed my head and walked up to the professor.

“Oh, student Siu.”

“I will lift your burden.”

“Heh heh, you always owe me.”

“What I want to ask you today is… It’s on page 457.”

“Oh, is that so?”

If there was an advantage to asking and answering, it was that you could hear detailed explanations in the lab.

It was a sufficient advantage to be able to see fresh materials that the professor had collected for explanation.

So every time I went through the question and answer like this, it felt like my level of knowledge jumped up a few steps.

In particular, it was an advantage to be able to know related sentences without having to search the papers.

“It was a good time, Professor.”

“It was a good time.”

After the question and answer was over, I went straight to the classroom and contacted Kyung-hee.

In the past, I was worried that my concentration would be broken, but not now.

Being able to contact my loved ones has helped me a lot more than I thought.

It was just nice to have time to get my brain away from math for a little while.

“I’m here.”

“Hey, Siwoo is here!”

“… It seems everyone has been waiting.”

“You didn’t wait.”

“Know. still.”

I tried to grumble at Choi Il-hyeon, but all I got back was an exhausted laugh.

I sat down at the seat prepared by my classmates and recalled the questions and answers I had with the professor a little while ago.

To be honest, no matter how much the professor explained, there were a lot of things I couldn’t understand.

It was like explaining the stairs and explaining how to run up the stairs.

So we had to find out about the intermediate process somehow.

Still, compared to the others, things were better.

Because those friends didn’t understand the stairs properly, they had to run up the stairs recklessly.

It wasn’t just that I learned how to play kara when I came to college.

I wonder if it is only now that I realize the importance of the formula that gives an answer once it is substituted.

Even though he continued studying in the classroom, there was no end in sight.

The number of times I had to study increased, so in a way, it was only natural.

The scope of the test also doubled, so only the students died.

It wasn’t that hard if I gave up in moderation.

If I gave up, I would enter this university, and there was no reason why I came to this department.

So, after studying hard, everyone headed to a bar to relieve stress.

After dinner, if I don’t relieve stress by playing, I’m really going to die.

But I had no intention of joining a party like that.

Like other students who have lovers, I was able to endure it to some extent just by talking to Kyung-hee.

Also, I wanted to rest comfortably at home, so I went home first unlike the others.

After responding to Kyung-hee’s texts all the way home, I arrived home late.

The lights were on in the house.

But Kyunghee didn’t come running.

It must have been that he fell asleep with the light on.

As long as I wasn’t doing errands in the bathroom, Kyung-hee always ran straight to greet me when I came back.

I smiled, took off my shoes, and went inside.

It was a little after 10pm, so Kyung-hee could have been tired.

Because he’s a mutant, his physical strength is good, but it’s not infinite.

It wasn’t long before Kyung-hee staggered and came running.

“I will fall.”

“Ugh… ”

I hugged the collapsing Kyunghee and laughed, then shut my mouth.

The red eyes shone fiercely between the exhausted expressions.

As a reflex, I wonder if I’ve been with other women more than necessary.

Kyeong-hee looked at my body with extremely sharp senses.

It made me a bit uncomfortable because of it.

Taking care of Kyung-hee was possible when I had some spare time.

It was only possible if I had room to go over like this every time.

Because it was the test period, I was tired of staying up all night studying.

I was tired of memorizing and organizing questions and answers full of unknown terms.

It was as if the country was narrowly crossing the total amount that humans could care about.

So I felt like I was losing my temper for a moment.

Of course, it didn’t last long.

My body trembled reflexively, and I still loved Kyung-hee.

I think I must have been tired, so I smiled bitterly.

Fortunately, Kyunghee didn’t notice that I was laughing so hard.

Instead, he buried his face in my chest and whined.

I accepted the whining cutely.

It was because it was more like a complaint that housework wasn’t as easy as I thought.

When I heard that I almost missed it while washing the blanket and hanging it on the window, I laughed without knowing it.

A normal conversation with Kyung-hee continued like that.

It was a bit inconvenient to talk to her while she was changing clothes, but it wasn’t too intrusive.

“Come to think of it, Siwoo.”

“yes?”

“As for the health checkup, he said he would set up a consultation date whenever he wanted.”

“You mean the one you said you would ask the other day?”

“yes… ”

I looked at Kyunghee.

Her ears were down, and her expression was a bit nervous.

It was clear that the guard against the doctor in charge was still unresolved.

I could barely figure out why. First of all, there is also the fact that she is a mysterious woman…

More than anything else, trying to accurately define Kyung-hee’s current condition seemed annoying.

Kyeong-hee didn’t know how I would react after knowing that.

Well, it didn’t seem like there was a need to keep talking about it now.

You can bring it up again after the exam is over.

I organized my thoughts up to that point, told Kyung-hee that I would rest for a while, and lay down on the bed.