99 – EP.5 Dangerous Push-1

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“Ga-ram, you say you’ll die. Don’t take it lightly. I hate that word.”

He just cuts it off and warns her.

“Then, please help prevent that from happening.”

Although somewhat passive, she does not back down.

“after…”

I scratched my head at the frustration rising from the danjeon.

The scalp that hadn’t been cut yet stung rather than cool.

“Haa… Anyway, Mr. Garam did the center remodeling, so please send me an estimate. Let me know when you make the payment.”

“thank you.”

Mr. Garam makes a 90-degree folder bow.

If you look at it this way, you are the usual Mr. Garam, but the appearance you see recently is a little strange.

After the traffic control was over, we stared blankly at each other because we had nothing to say.

Mr. Garam looked at me and tilted his head to see what was good, then smiled.

Looking at her with a blunt face, she smiled and raised her arms on the desk with her hands interlocked.

“Well, what shall we do now?”

“Should I clean up here first? It’s too miserable to leave it like this.”

At least the broken glass should be cleaned up.

“After that? Do you have a… schedule?”

what shall we play? what shall we play?

look at me with this face

“No way. Go home and rest. It’s not good for exercise.”

When I pointed around with the feeling of looking at this situation, she scratched the back of her head as if she was embarrassed.

“hehehe… but it’s not like you can only exercise at the center, right?”

Where does this sell drugs?

“Let’s go out and do it? Somewhere like a park?”

“It’s good to go out. Indoor exercise is also good. Like bowling. There are many sports that you can do while playing.”

Personally, climbing is fun, but it’s still a bit…

she blurted out

I also refuse to climb.

“Will I have time? I need to clean up here, eat lunch, and find a remodeling company…”

“I’ll take care of the company myself. It takes time to select a company.”

After a little negative comment, she waved her hand and ran off to get a broom and dustpan.

“Now! Shall we clean? Ah.. Boss, you can rest. I can do everything.”

Spinning her arms around, she appealed to her health and vitality.

Erase those dark circles and tell me.

“Then, I’ll just organize the simple things.”

You broke so many things. I swallowed the afterword.

Cleaning was done earlier than expected.

Mr. Garam swung the broom at an invisible speed, and even brought a burlap sack to clean the floor.

Rather, I was slower to clean up the messy paper on the desk.

After cleaning, in my presence, who was worried, she narrowed down the list of remodeling companies.

– I can do it alone.

What she didn’t like so much, she stuck out her mouth the whole time she was looking for the company.

Still, if there is something that surprises me, it is that she, who had only looked at it in a foolish way for a long time, did a pretty good job in this area.

I briefly reflected on whether I had underestimated her too much.

Then we decided to have an early lunch.

Mr. Garam emphasized that since he ate high-calorie foods for breakfast, he should stick to his diet for lunch.

That’s why I chose Salad Cafe.

Struggling the bland green grass into my mouth, I vowed to order chicken at home tonight.

To be honest, I was going to rest while eating delicious food at the hotel, but I think this level of compensation is fine.

“Hmm… It’s delicious here.”

As if he knew what I was thinking, Mr. Garam gave a good review while eating chicken breast.

You seem to be in a particularly good mood today, and it seems like it’s because I’m by your side.

Please, don’t obsess over me more than I think.

Looking at the aspects so far, it seems that the direct rejection is switched on, so I would like to express the rejection intention in non-verbal expressions as much as possible.

“Aren’t you eating?”

As I was looking at her face with unfocused eyes, Mr. Garam tilted his head and asked me.

“You must eat.”

I put the bitter chicory in my mouth and replied with a grin.

life is bitter

***

After storing the salad without the taste buds on top, we went to a nearby bowling alley.

Maybe it was because it was an empty time zone, except for the enthusiastic club members, we were the only ones there.

We were led to a lane in the most remote corner.

I don’t know if it was the owner’s consideration, but the place I was assigned to was far away from the people in the club.

“Bowling would be a good exercise too, although more on the fun side, of course. Oh, have you ever played bowling?”

Bringing a 14-pound ball, Mr. Garam said.

“Yes. But not many.”

Bowling. I went to company dinners a few times and threw them all.

“It’s okay. Just throw it straight. How much are you going to use?”

“A… 12?”

If you throw 13 or 14, your arm will hurt the next day.

“Then I’ll throw it first.”

Garam, who had already changed his shoes, said, bringing a heavy 12-pound ball.

“Come on, let’s go.”

Mr. Garam, who got into his stance, slowly moved forward, pulling his arms back.

– Huung

Swinging forward, he threw the ball.

Yeah, I didn’t roll it, I threw it.

– Boom!! Koo-goo-gu-gu Wachaaachaaa!

Bowling pins bouncing around.

A pin that was clearly placed on the right flies to the left.

At the sound of exploding bombs, the club members on the other side look this way.

After counting for a while, an X appears on the screen.

“Oh yeah! Strike!”

Jumping up and down with a big smile, she reached out her hand to me.

“??”

“It’s a strike! High five!”

“Yes? Ah… yes. High five.”

When I held out my palm with a bewildered expression, she mate! He groaned and clapped his palms together.

“You see? Bowling is easy.”

Can I really get away from this woman physically?

The foundations of my plan are shaking.