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ReLife PLayer 117

ReLife PLayer 117

[Eunhas Paparazzi].

Hey, Eunha, Minji.

Hi. Why didnt you come with Seona today?

Seona was on call today, so she went to feed the rabbits.

Oh, Seona was on call today, so me and No Eunha will be on call next week.

Its almost a month into the new semester of fourth grade.

It didnt take long for Eunha to adjust to fourth grade life.

As expected, his homeroom teacher was Mr. Im Do-hon, and the three fourth-grade classes were composed of sociable or mild-mannered children.

The problem was that at Doan Elementary School, the older children were required to share roles and do morning chores.

Feeding the rabbits was one of them. The three classes took turns every day to feed the rabbits that were kept behind the gymnasium.

Eunha, whose roll call number was at the front of the class, had come to school early in the morning to feed the rabbits in early March.

The thought of having to do it again the next week was annoying.

It was hard enough to wake up and eat in the morning, but to have to get up earlier than usual just to feed the rabbits was hard.

I could see Minji getting mad at me for being late.

Why bother making me do all this. Ill just do it.

Eunha grumbled and opened the childrens newspaper. He scanned diagonally from the left, searching for an article that he could use for his assignment.

It was his morning homework assignment. Every morning, he had to clip his favorite articles from the newspaper and write a half-page opinion piece in his notebook.

Until last year, Eunha, who had a slow morning routine, had no choice but to get to school a little early in order to finish his assignment on time.

Hayang, who used to come to school in the morning to read, has also been coming to school earlier than before since she entered the fourth grade.

Scissors, huh?

Rummaging through his desk drawer, Eunha found something he hadnt seen before.

It was a letter envelope. The envelope had a heart sticker on the front.

Huh? Whats that?

While Minji was gluing the article she had clipped, Eunha looked at the letter and scratched his head.

Wait, that looks like.

It looks like a love letter.

Minji opened her mouth to say something, but then looked around.

Kids were staring at them out of the corner of their eye, pretending they werent there.

The girls sitting near him, as well as Hayang in the far seat, were peeking their heads out of their books to see what was going on.

Who sent this?

Minji recalled every bit of information she could about the girls in front of her.

There were many aspects to consider.

She had always known that the girls were interested in Eunha.

Eunha was too busy living his own life to care, but she couldnt lie to herself.

Anyway, she had to handle this quietly.

Even if she was annoyed, she had to respect their feelings.

Minji intended to finish quietly as Eunha frowned and glared at the letter.

His intentions were interrupted by Eunhyuk, who came in from feeding the rabbits.

Ah, hello, captain, but what kind of letter is that?

Eunhyuks gruff voice drew the attention of the children, who hadnt noticed yet.

He continued.

Its got a heart on it. Is thisa love letter?

You idiot, you cant say that!

Eunhyuk raised his voice an octave in surprise.

Min-ji jumped up from her seat and scolded him, her eyes lighting up.

A love letter? Where is it?

A love letter? Is that really it?

Open it, open it, lets see whats in it!

What, who wrote to Eunha?

Eunha received a love letter. Surprise, surprise~

Finally, the children moved. They rushed to Eunhas seat at the crack of dawn and squealed when they saw the letter with the heart sticker.

Some of the girls even let out a new scream.

Hey, guys, you cant do that. You cant look at other peoples letters.

Hayang stepped in between the tantrums.

She, too, was bothered by the letter.

Its a love letter. A love letter!

Seona wagged her tail and glared at the letter.

Her mouth clamped shut, and her fox eyes opened as if she were trying to read the letters contents.

Can you see it then?

Im trying to see it now.

Captain, doesnt Jin Seona seem a bit strange these days?

I dont want to hear that kind of talk from you, Eun-hyuk.

Seona pouted her lips.

Regardless, Eunhyeok ran a hand through his hair.

He was proud that Eunha had gotten a love letter, as if it was his own accomplishment.

See? This is our captain! he snorted at the crowd of boys.

You guys just go back to your seats.

Why~! Show me, show me!

The kids in the 4th grade, Class 3, didnt yet know Eunhas personality.

Rumors about him had long since faded away.

The few who did know his personality discreetly returned to their seats.

Eunha seems popular. I wonder who gave it to him?

The girls didnt back down easily.

Among them, Shin Min-young, who was second only to Min-ji in popularity, was proactive enough to approach the others.

Shes so curious.

This year, she was the first girl to be in the same class as Eunha.

She had a pretty face, studied well, and had a good personality.

There were quite a few boys who liked her.

Eunha wasnt interested.

He waved a hand at her prying eyes.

Why~ I want to know who sent you the letter.

Go back to your seat too Shin Min-young, why are you interested in other peoples letters?

Why? Whats the big deal? Im just curious, thats all.

In the 4th grade, Class 3, there were two influential groups of girls.

There was Shin Min-youngs group, which the boys liked, and Kim Min-jis group, which actively socialized with boys and girls alike.

As a result, they didnt get along from the beginning of the semester. They often kept each other in check.

And when a Eunha would fall between them, the rivalry would turn into a battle to determine the winner and the loser.

So, Eunha, what kind of girl do you like?

Turning her head away from Minji, Min young tilted her head gently.

Minji frowned at the sight.

Seona, who had been watching, also furrowed her brow.

What are you doing?

I just want to know, what kind of girl do you like?

Eunha sighed openly.

Min-young blushed, wondering if she even liked the way he was looking at her pathetically.

Regardless, Eunha turned to the class, who were waiting for his answer.

There is no such thing. Go back to your seats when I tell you to stop.

Why would I like a child?

Just then, Im Do-hon walked in, and the kids scurried away.

When Eunha realized they were gone, he tore open the envelope.

He ignored Min-jis leering gaze.

I really like you.

Ill keep an eye on you.

What is this?

It was hardly a love letter.

Eunha clicked his tongue when he saw that Minji was now openly staring at the letter.

Minji finally made eye contact and blushed.

To hide her embarrassment, she hung her head low, pretending to be working on her assignment even though she had finished it.

Still, she couldnt hide her bright red ears.

Eun-ha chuckled inwardly.

Chuckling, he said, Alright, its time to leave.

He couldnt pretend to work on the assignment any longer.

From then on, Eunha felt eyes on him.

It wasnt just a feeling.

If he ran to the place where he felt the gaze, he would find traces of someones presence.

Someone.

Someone was watching him.

Just the thought of it irritated him.

It felt like running away while being chased.

Captain, why have you been acting so strange lately?

If you were me, would you feel comfortable?

Why dont you try using a detector? Maybe you can find out who it is?

Eunhyuk folded the milk carton he had finished drinking into a flat shape. The corner of his mouth was left with a circular mark of milk.

Eunha shook his head at his suggestion. He swallowed as if trying to calm his stomach by shaking the leftover cereal in the milk carton and drinking the remaining milk.

He had already tried using a detector.

However, whoever it was, they seemed to have some sort of magic to evade detection.

It was maddening.

I remember this from the past, and its even more annoying now.

From the past? I dont know about that.

No, you wouldnt know.

Eunha recalled the days when he was stalked even before his regression.

It was around the time he began to be called <Undead>

Shortly after he started making a name for himself in the players world, Eunha had to endure the relentless pursuit of journalists who swarmed around him like a pack of wolves.

They were very cunning. They would sneak around without making a sound, observing his every move from a distance.

Among them, the most persistent were the paparazzi.

Reporters would usually leave when they had something new to report, or when they had nothing left to report.

But this guy was very persistent.

Kim Yoo-ha, a paparazzo.

Hes been a paparazzo since the day he was born, he had the talent of a paparazzo.

He could capture Eun-has every move using his gift, <Invisible> which made his body transparent when he deactivated his camouflage.

I wanted to kill him.

I would have sunk him to the bottom of the Han River if he hadnt been the son of an executive at the Sae Nara Ilbo, one of the top 10 centralized daily newspapers in Korea.

Now that I think about it, its exactly the same as his tactics.

It gave me goosebumps.

Even before his regression, he had been tormented by this guy while hiding.

Now that he thought about it, he couldnt help but feel chills, thinking that, is that guy who might be following him in this life too.

Captain, are you cold?

No, its not something like that.

Eunha rubbed his goosebump-covered arms.

It couldnt be.

It shouldnt be.

The moment he felt someones gaze on him was right then.

Eunha didnt hesitate even if he had to topple his chair. He dashed out of the classroom.

He deployed the detector. This time, he felt a response that disappeared and reappeared.

He didnt know who it was, but they were done for.

The person who had fallen into the detector was running outside the teachers office.

Eunha ran to the open window and leaped without hesitation.

The person under the detector was running below.

Running down the second floor hallway, Eunha opened a window and jumped out without hesitation.

Gotcha!

Ugh!

Eunha jumped onto his back and subdued him as he struggled to escape.

The boy wasnt struggling to escape.

A snap.

What the!

The camera flash went off.

The boy was hanging on to a camera that was obviously worn out.

Click, click, click.

Whether Eunha raised his arm to block the flash or not, the boy was busy clicking away.

Wow, its real.

Apparently satisfied, the boy let go of the camera.

He lowered the camera from his face and looked up at him with clear eyes.

Who the hell do you think you are? Who told you to take pictures?

Hello! Im Kim Yoo-ha!

Kim Yoo-ha.

Hearing that name, Eunha frowned.

Judging by the way he acted and the twinkle in his eye, it was the Kim Yoo-ha he remembered.

Heh.

He hadnt realized that the paparazzi had gone to the same elementary school as him.

He chalked it up to a coincidence.

The question was, why am I being stalked by Kim Yoo-ha in this life?

Im a fan of you!

How do you know me?

I saw you last summer, when you were fighting monsters with an antenna!

What is he talking about?

Eunha couldnt understand what Yoo ha was babbling about.

It wasnt until Yoo ha recounted the incident in an enthusiastic voice that he realized how he knew him.

He had just entered elementary school this year and found himself in the same school as if he had met a lucky goddess.

In fact, Eunha felt like he had met a goddess of misfortune.

No, but how did you hide your presence?

Presence? Oh, you mean the presence that makes my body transparent?

Yoo-ha lay in the grass, looking up at Eunha, and raised one hand. His hand gradually became transparent.

It was the ability of <Invisible>.

At first, I was surprised too, but I thought I didnt want to get caught by my hyung, so it turned out like this.

This guy is a real paparazzi. Oh my god, you awakened a gift to stalk me?

Although it originated from mana, a powerful feeling, in a broad sense, made it seem like he had unconsciously manifested mana and become aware of his gift.

Oh, what should I do with this guy?

Eunha furrowed his brow as he considered how to handle Kim Yoo-ha.

He never expected to be stuck with this irritating paparazzo even in this life. Since the guys father was an executive at Sae Nara Ilbo, he couldnt treat him lightly.

Hey, are you going to keep taking pictures of me?

Of course!

Eunha wanted to give him a good punch.

Actually, he just punched him.

Even then, the guy was shedding tears of joy, saying, I got hit by Eun-ha hyung!

He had no means of controlling him.

Ah, this is frustrating. What should I do with you?

Eunha hyung, Eunha hyung.

Hey, when did I give you permission to call me hyung as you please?

Then, what should I call you?

Call me No Eunha No, just call me hyung.

He decided to change his mind.

There was no guarantee that the paparazzo who had followed him like a maniac before his regression would be born in this life as well.

No, there wont be. There shouldnt be.

Maybe it was better to manage Kim Yoo-ha from an early age, so that one day his attention could be directed to someone else.

In moderation, I suppose.

Just leave it to me! Cleaning, laundry, washing, cooking, Ill learn anything for you!

He was surprisingly useful, except for the fact that he had been following him even before the regression.

There was no better source of information than Kim Yoo-ha.

Even before his regression, he would openly express his discomfort with Kim Yoo-ha, but he would also receive good information from him without asking for anything in return.

Hey, will you listen to me?

Im a fan of hyung, Im the founding president and first member of the No Eunha Fan Club, you can tell me anything!

Uh, first of all, abolish that shitty fan club.

What?

Abolish it.

Yeah.

I told you to abolish it?

Yes!

Eunha knew the meaning of Yoo-ha avoiding eye contact.

When Kim Yoo-ha had something uncomfortable to say to Eunha, he often avoided eye contact like this.

This behavior hadnt changed since they were kids.

Lets just stay quiet. As long as you dont bother me too much, Ill even let you take photos, and you can ask me for autographs from time to time. Got it?

Yes! Youre a very important person at the newspaper where even my dad has heard of you! Eunha hyung can find out anything you want!

Well, okay then. So until I call you, quietly go back to your group

Eunha hyung! Lets take a picture together before that!

Yoo-han raised his camera.

Eunha furrowed his brow.

He felt the reality of meeting Kim Yoo-ha. In a bad way.

Once again, he realized that he was entangled with this damn paparazzo in this life.

No, theres still plenty of time.

Until then, he would use what he could and throw this guy at someone else.

Now, one, two, three, kimchi!!

Eunha firmly resolved while taking a selfie with Yoo-ha.