The Divorced Man Has Returned - The Divorced Man Has Returned chapter 70

#70. I did it because I liked it.

Lee Ji-eun and Ha Ye-na.

They sat me in the middle and moved only the pencil without saying a word.

What the hell is this, the two of them working so hard?

I thought it would be nice if someone did something to cut off the flow, but unfortunately, that didn’t happen.

The time set by the rules is 30 minutes.

At the present time, 25 minutes have passed.

I was quite curious about the pictures of the two of them.

The reason why I didn’t violently resist because I didn’t like it was that I was honestly curious about how the two of them drew me.

I was particularly curious about Jena’s paintings.

Because she had never painted my face in a previous life.

“Are you almost done?”

When I asked, Lee Ji-eun frowned.

“Stay still.”

“…I see.”

Isn’t this just a game? Why are you so serious?

It was Jena who put down the pencil first.

“I’m done. The author is you?”

Hearing Jena’s words, Lee Ji-eun stopped her hand after a while.

“Me too.”

Before revealing each other’s pictures yet.

There was a tense tension between the two.

“Mr. Jena. Do you really need to take proper punishment if you lose?”

“Of course.”

Only one corner of Jena’s lips went up.

“That… Then, Mr. Inwook, come this way.”

After hearing Lee Ji-eun’s words, I was able to get out of the petrification magic, and I stretched out.

It’s hard to sit still, no matter how injured you are.

How do professional models stand still for so long?

“Then, if you do one, two, three, each of you is holding the picture in the direction of Mr. Inwook!”

“Okay.”

Jenna looked at me with a confident voice.

…How well you drew it, you’re so proud.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

The two people standing opposite me swung their sketchbooks as if they were revealing a mini whiteboard for a quiz program.

And what caught my eye was…

Is this really me?

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No matter how you look at it, that’s not me…

In the case of Lee Ji-eun’s drawings, it was almost like children’s graffiti.

Jagged lines.

The proportions don’t match at all.

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No, it doesn’t look like a human body before it resembles me.

Even so, Jena’s picture is…

Do I really look like this to Yena’s eyes?

If I was going to draw like this in the first place, wouldn’t it be that I didn’t really need a model?

What was drawn on Jena’s sketchbook was not a portrait painting.

There was a single abstract painting that could have been drawn by any Mondrian.

A black rectangle was drawn where the eyes should be, and a long vertical rectangle was drawn where my upper body should be.

Both of them had confident expressions on their faces, but when I didn’t stand up, they seemed to sense that something was wrong.

After checking each other’s drawings, it was Lee Ji-eun who opened her mouth first.

“No. Jena-san. It was a portrait drawing. This is. Yes? Where else can you draw like that!”

“…Ji-eun-ah. Are you arguing about my drawings right now?”

“At least I saw and drew!”

“Doesn’t it make more sense to say that I drew a monster?”

Lee Ji-eun snorted her as if she was full of energy.

“From that point of view, does it seem that Yena’s drawings don’t matter at all, even if it’s not Inwook, but the manager’s brother?”

It was me who finally drew the sword after the two of them quarreled for a while.

“Choi In-wook. You decide. The winner is decided by you anyway, so it was talked about from the beginning.”

“That’s right. Mr. Inwook. Mr. Inwook picks it up. To be honest, it seems that I couldn’t draw more than anyone. Because Mr. Inwook is the referee.”

…They’re both abusing. This.

It was clear that both of them were golden hands, but they didn’t show their skills at all.

Actually, this is not a drawing game for Choi In-wook, but a game like parodying Choi In-wook’s paintings.

After checking the pictures of the two again, I slowly opened my mouth.

“…The winner of this game.”

Lee Ji-eun with a nervous expression.

Yena looks calm, but can’t take her eyes off me.

“This is Hayena.”

Jenna looked at me with a puzzled expression.

“No. Are you serious? Choi In-wook? Did I draw better than him?”

“I think your picture is better than that one?”

Isn’t it good to win?

Why are you mad?

Ji-eun Lee lost, but somehow she seemed in a good mood.

With her hands pulled back, she put her back on her back and turned her back.

“You really shouldn’t have a good eye.”

Jena folded her arms and said as if she was disappointed.

“Then… Then there should be a penalty? Because rules are rules.”

Lee Ji-eun looked at me with her slightly red face.

Her her and her eyes met, and she turned her head to avoid her gaze.

“Really, why do you make me a loser and do such a shameful thing?”

…If you drew a little straighter, you’d just be a winner.

“Hmm… Hmm! I’ll do that then.”

One step. Two steps.

Lee Ji-eun, who came to me, took a deep breath, and she began to carry out her punishment in a calm voice.

“I like you, Mr. Inwook.”

“Need to be bothered every day next to you.”

“Sometimes, asking for unreasonable requests.”

“I did it because I liked them all.”

“I don’t know what Inwook thinks of me.”

“I think Inwook is a wonderful person.”

I was filled with Lee Ji-eun’s red eyes.

Is this… A penalty?

This is the only way the atmosphere…

I thought it was going to be playful, but I couldn’t figure out what kind of face I had to make with her very calm voice.

In a stalemate without a single guest.

Only the sound of the clock’s second hand filled the silence.

“…Why don’t you answer anything. People are embarrassed.”

Lee Ji-eun smiled awkwardly and scratched her head.

But me too. Nope Anyone who has seen this scene would know.

That her words were never just words.

“Who takes the punishment so seriously?”

Jenna turned her back and pointed at Lee Ji-eun in an annoying tone.

“Ah~ If you did it roughly, you were going to tell me to do it again if you did it roughly, right?”

It was that moment.

I heard the sound of someone running towards the room.

And the main character of the footsteps…

“Hey! Inugi Choi! Are you okay?”

Our manager. It was Oh Tae-soo.

“Yes. Well. It hurts a bit.”

“Kya~ You did a great job though. You’re a proud member of Deforme!”

I have no idea what the picture has to do with it.

“Oh! Ji-eun-ah! Are you okay? He said he fell.”

“It was a real crisis, but In-wook saved me, so I’m safe.”

“Kiya~ Well. You’re almost a prince~ Choi Inugi~”

The manager put his hand on my shoulder where I was sitting.

“How are you today? There were quite a few people who came and went yesterday.”

“Of course not because outsiders are not allowed to enter.”

Jenna, who put the sketchbook she had taken out and put it back in, replied bluntly.

“Is that so. Let’s finish early today and go get a drink.”

“What kind of alcohol do you have with sick children? Go home.”

“Mr. Yai. You’ve worked hard, too. We only hold festivals with ourselves, so it’s not good, but let’s spend a hot night together.”

You are a very consistent person.

Yesterday, you were talking about having a drink with someone who was about to be kidnapped and someone who was stabbed.

But, Lee Ji-eun asked the manager with a face full of anticipation.

“Then can I drink at the pub in my class?”

“Huh? A bar in your class? But isn’t it a bit pricey if you drink it inside the academy?”

That was natural.

I also helped with the business on the first day of the festival, but buying alcohol inside the academy really boasted an atrocious price-performance ratio.

“But… Is this the pub you and Inwook worked with?”

The manager put his hand on his chin for a moment and thought about it, then nodded his head to see if he had hardened his mind.

“Okay! Let’s go! It’s hard to go far with patients anyway!”

“Brother!”

Jena yelled at him, as if he didn’t really know the manager would make such a decision.

“No. Jena. You’re not hurt, so why are you getting so angry. Are you saying the patient is okay?”

“I’m really fine! Even the doctor said it doesn’t interfere with my daily life!”

The two got along very well, no matter what they had talked about before.

Exhaling a sigh, Jena looked at me.

It sounds like the country should also say no. Is that?

“Senior. As expected, I am.”

The moment when I want to express my will of rejection.

“Yes! Harin-ah! About 6 o’clock later?”

I heard the voice of Lee Ji-eun, who was holding her cell phone to her ear.

Harin… Harin?!

“Director. How many of us are going?”

“Um…Just get two tables for now. It doesn’t seem like we’ll be able to go any longer if we’re not there.”

“Neng! I’ll take Inwook as well. Yeah. Ehhh. Thank you~”

… Lee Ji-eun, who put her phone down, looked at us with a proud expression.

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6Pm.

It was a time when people should have been bustling if it had been the same, but the bar in our class had an empty atmosphere as if it had been deformed.

As soon as we entered the entrance, Harin welcomed us.

“Are you here?”

As with her last time, Harin wearing a pink yukata was very tired.

Today’s Harin had her ponytail hair, so she looked more like a grungy little girl.

When the two became close, Ji-eun Lee took Harin’s hands as if pleased.

“I’m here to raise the sales of our class again~”

“Thank you. Ji Eun-ah. Are you okay? Can I have a drink?”

“Okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

The author and Harin, who released her hand, approached me.

“…Why did you come all the way here to tell the injured kid to drink?”

Her voice seems to be concerned.

“Yes. Choi Inwook. Let’s go home now.”

Yena, who came in a little late, looked at Harin with an annoyed look.

“…Hayena.”

“Nice to meet you. Ha-rin Yoon.”

That was the first meeting of the two.