The Spoon Villain Is Obsessed with the Hero Again Today - Chapter 79



School Open House Event (4)

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Shin Yoon-sung, 255,000 KRW has been deposited into account 1726331 (Ryu Jung-min).

Bank of Korea

She finally received the money she lent to Ryu Jung-min last time today.

They said they’d pay me as soon as I returned to the guild, but they deposited it the next day. And that too, around sunset.

It’s hard to believe that the boss of a large guild would act like this.

“….”

I spent roughly 250,000 won in just one day. I spent a lot.

Originally, I only planned to buy a student ID card and be done with it, but somehow I kept getting entangled with Ryu Jung-min. I ended up paying for all the meals and drinks.

I’ve never seen anyone spend someone else’s money like it’s their own.

Well, now that I’ve got my money back, it doesn’t matter anymore.

─Come on, come on, Hawaiian pizza highly praised by Arna Kristinsdottir! If you don’t order now, you’ll have to come back tomorrow!

Anyway.

Currently, I am in the food area to have dinner. I thought about going to the student cafeteria, but since it’s a festival, I decided to try the food here.

─Two large Hawaiian pizzas! Got it!

The most popular food truck here was, of course, the tattooed guy’s pizza place.

People flocked there just because Arna had eaten Hawaiian pizza there before.

The celebrity effect was indeed amazing. If it weren’t for Arna, who would buy such a pizza with their own money?

If things continue like this, the glory of the top sales will probably go to the tattooed guy.

“Let’s see.”

But Hawaiian pizza is just Hawaiian pizza. I decided to pass by the tattooed guy’s food truck and look for another place.

I can’t fill my stomach with such tasteless food.

─How about kebabs? We have beef, lamb, and mackerel!

─Get a hot dog!

─Hand-cut noodles!

Everyone was working hard to attract customers. After all, it was a competition with prize money at stake. I heard it was quite a large sum.

“Hmm?”

While I was looking around the trucks, wondering what to eat, I spotted a familiar face in the distance. It was Choi So-eun.

I never expected to see Choi So-eun outside the hospital. And she’s running a food truck herself. What a surprise.

It wasn’t there yesterday. I quickly headed towards Choi So-eun.

“How’s business? Is it going well?”

“Uh…?”

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Choi So-eun, who was busy preparing ingredients, paused. She looked at me with wide eyes.

I said to her.

“A customer has arrived, why are you standing there blankly? If someone comes, you should greet them first.”

“Oh, sorry….”

Choi So-eun put down the kitchen knife she was holding and bowed her head.

“Welcome….”

It was a very awkward greeting. Just from that one sentence, it was clear. Choi So-eun had no talent for business.

She probably knew that herself.

“Surprising. That you are selling food in a place like this.”

So I was curious. Why was she forcing herself to wear clothes that didn’t suit her? Why was she, who preferred being in the hospital, running a food truck? I wanted to ask her the reason.

“Well….”

Choi So-eun avoided my eyes. And in a barely audible voice, she said,

“Just… because I want to….”

It was obviously a lie. Even if others couldn’t tell, I could. There must be another hidden reason.

“Is that so.”

But I decided not to ask any further. It was just a casual question anyway. Whether Choi So-eun ran a food truck or not, it was her own business.

It was none of my concern.

“By the way, it’s quite quiet. Have any customers come?”

I looked around.

It was peak dinner time. But there wasn’t a single person around.

It was a stark contrast to the other bustling shops.

“Actually… I haven’t sold anything today….”

“Hmm….”

It was shocking news. Not selling a single dish until this time. What on earth was going on?

I knew her cooking skills better than anyone. She had the skills to open a restaurant right away. In terms of taste, she was the best among the food trucks here.

She was fundamentally different from the tattooed guy making Hawaiian pizza over there.

And yet.

The fact that there wasn’t a single customer here meant that it wasn’t just a matter of taste.

I took a few steps back to find out what the cause was.

“Hmm.”

First, the truck’s exterior was ordinary. Since it was supported by the school, it wasn’t much different from the other trucks. It was hard to find a problem here.

Next was the menu. This shop had a single menu. Crab innards rice balls and grilled abalone and shrimp with butter. That was the set.

It was a combination that couldn’t possibly taste bad.

“….”

Then what could be the problem? The exterior of the shop is decent, and the menu is fairly good.

Why on earth are there no customers?

─The legendary Hawaiian pizza that even Arna fell in love with! Come on, everyone, hurry up!

Could it be a marketing issue? That might be it. A famous restaurant is proven only after a long period of accumulating data.

In such short-term events, word of mouth is more important than taste.

What Choi So-eun needs right now is marketing.

“This won’t do. I have to step in.”

I rolled up the sleeves of my arms with determination.

Choi So-eun was startled and asked me.

“Wait a minute. What are you going to do now?”

“I’m going to make this place the best restaurant in the area.”

“Why…?”

Choi So-eun’s question was asking if it was really necessary. Furthermore, she was asking why I was helping her.

The reason was simple.

“Because I can’t let that scoundrel take the top sales spot.”

I pointed to the shop of the tattooed guy in the distance.

The most popular food in this area being Hawaiian pizza? Something is seriously wrong. No matter how much the trend is to reinterpret the demonic cult, there are lines that shouldn’t be crossed.

That guy is like the blood cult of the food world. I can’t let him cause more chaos in this world.

“Is that all…?”

Meanwhile, Choi So-eun pouted her lips, seemingly dissatisfied with my answer. I didn’t know exactly, but it seemed she was expecting a different answer.

Anyway.

“It’s a waste to close the business when we’ve already prepared all the ingredients.”

“That’s true, but… what are you going to do…?”

“Don’t worry. I have a plan.”

I took out my smartphone from my pants pocket.

“Oh, right.”

But before that.

Before diving into the marketing work in earnest.

First, there is something I need to tell Choi So-eun.

“8 to 2.”

“What now…?”

“I’m talking about profit distribution. Of course, I should have my share too, shouldn’t I?”

Even if the opponent is Choi So-eun, there are no exceptions.

Nothing in this world is free.

*

“Ah, you enjoy eating fruit when you feel peckish at night.”

It was after the main showcase had ended. Arna was staying in the waiting room, conducting an interview with a reporter.

“What kind of fruit do you usually eat?”

“Well, I often eat oranges or bananas.”

The interviewer was an entertainment reporter. Perhaps that’s why they had been asking irrelevant questions from the start.

What brand of clothes she usually wears, what cosmetics she uses, and even what snacks she enjoys. Questions that had nothing to do with the showcase that had just taken place.

Personally, it was a slightly uncomfortable type of reporter. It felt like they were prying into her private life.

“Thank you. I’ve learned something new about you, Arna.”

“Ah, yes…”

“Now, for the last question.”

Finally, it was coming to an end. She had been waiting for this moment. She hadn’t said anything, but her stomach had been rumbling for a while.

“It’s something quite a few people are curious about.”

At this point, she didn’t care about the interview anymore. She wanted to wrap it up quickly and go eat.

Yes. Today, she should try the food truck she couldn’t visit yesterday. Surely, there would be lots of delicious food prepared.

“What is your ideal type, Arna?”

“Pardon…?”

Her thoughts of food were interrupted. Arna couldn’t hide her surprise at the unexpected question.

What did she just hear?

“Your ideal type. Surely, you have an ideal type in mind, don’t you?”

“…”

It was a somewhat difficult question. Ideal type? She had never really thought about it.

“Arna?”

“Well, I’m not sure. I don’t have a specific ideal type.”

“Gasp, really?”

“But… there is a type of person I definitely want to avoid….”

At those words, the reporter’s eyes sparkled.

“Oh, what kind of person?”

If nothing else, this is something Arna can say with certainty. The worst kind of man in Arna’s opinion. And isn’t there an example of that kind of man nearby?

In this Hanyul Military Academy.

“First of all, I absolutely hate rude people. Especially those who speak harshly. People who constantly tease others with their words, scratch at their insides… Ah! And I wish they would stop calling me weird nicknames too!”

“….”

“And their actions are the same! Every time we meet, they play strange pranks! There’s a limit to how annoying a person can be! Just because they have a good-looking face, does that make everything okay? A man’s face isn’t everything! I wish they would understand that! Hmph!”

Arna, who seemed to have a lot built up inside, poured out her words without hesitation. It could be said that this was the most detailed and sincere answer she had given in any interview so far.

“I-I see… I understand….”

The reporter broke out in a cold sweat. It was the first time seeing such an assertive side of Arna. It was a bit scary.

The reporter quickly gathered the equipment they had brought.

“T-then, as scheduled, we will end the interview here…! Thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy schedule…! I’ll be going now…!”

The reporter hurriedly ran out of the waiting room without looking back.

Arna was alone again.

“Phew….”

It felt busier than attending classes in the lecture hall. Just because it was a festival didn’t mean it was all fun.

The schedule was tight. In the morning, there was a simple fan meeting and a photo shoot. In the afternoon, there was a showcase. And that’s not all. After the showcase, there was a closing interview like now.

Repeating this for a week. It was only the second day, but she was already exhausted.

The only comforting point was that there was no showcase on the last day. There was a different program prepared for that day.

A national competition. This time, she heard that students from the American military academy were invited for an evaluation match….

Buzz─!

“Whoa….”

At that moment, Arna’s smartphone vibrated. A message had arrived.

Arna quickly checked her smartphone.

[Monster Boobs, you have exactly 10 minutes to run to the food truck – 08:33 PM]

It was a message from Shin Yoon-seong. Arna frowned reflexively.

Who does he think he is to order people around? And there’s even a time limit. There’s no need to comply with this.

Just as she was about to put down her smartphone….

“Uh…? Just a moment….”

Arna checked the message once again. This time, she examined the contents more thoroughly than before.

“Being asked to come to the food truck….”

It’s 8 PM now. It’s a bit late, but it can still be considered evening. Besides, food trucks often operate late into the night as pubs or something similar.

It’s the peak time.

“No way…!”

Being called to the food truck. Could this be a date invitation? Right now, Shin Yoon-seong is suggesting a dinner appointment to Arna.

Anyone can see this is definitely a date invitation!

“First, a shower…! Shower first…!”

The showcase just ended. She had sweated a lot. She can’t go on a date in this state.

“Oh no, this is a big deal…! I need to shower, do my makeup, and change clothes…!”

Did she forget the content of the interview she just did?

Arna was moving busier than ever to meet the man she hated the most in the world.