Bamboo Forest Manager-Chapter 93: Chaos

Anyway, I can’t just let grown women drink themselves silly and fall asleep outside, can I?

“Open the dooooor!”

Also, because of the unidentified screams coming from outside, the neighbours might suffer.

‘Why am I rationalizing this situation?’

After finishing my own rationalization, I carefully opened the door, only to be overwhelmed by the women rushing in at once.

Normally, they emit their own fresh scents, but today, the strong smell of alcohol was so intense that I couldn’t help but frown at the sight of them.

“Woaaaah!”

“Uncleeee! Here’s a bottle of soju!”

Unable to hold back the tide of women rushing in, I was pushed aside. The aftermath hit my house directly, causing chaos.

“Woohaha!”

“Ah, I’m tired!”

“Shall we try some pollock soup?”

One went straight into the bathroom while humming, and another lay down on my mattress, saying they were tired.

Yet another headed to the kitchen, wanting to taste the soup made during the day.

“Ah, my head hurts from this.”

I thought I might need some headache medicine for my throbbing head, but first, I headed to the kitchen, which could potentially be the most dangerous place, towards Choi Yiseo. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

After carefully lowering Choi Yiseo’s hand, who was trying to turn on the gas stove, I scooped a little with a ladle.

“Did you say this soup is delicious?”

Her pronunciation was so accurate, but the end of the sentence dragged on, and the red face is typical of the drunk Choi Yiseo.

“Yes, it’s delicious. Please try some.”

Choi Yiseo, to whom I handed a small bowl of dried pollock soup scooped with a ladle, was blowing on it, hoo hoo.

Seeing her blow on the cold soup made me let out an involuntary chuckle.

Gulp.

After drinking the dried pollock soup, Choi Yiseo swayed slightly from side to side and tilted her head curiously, finding it strange.

“Doesn’t it taste like alcohol?”

“That’s because you’ve been guzzling… no, the guest had been drinking alcohol, that’s why.”

“Did you put alcohol in it?”

I want to ask that.

Did you possibly add alcohol in it?

“I think I could make it better than this?”

Self-feedback is quite clear.

That’s why you’re overconfident and score well.

“But.”

Choi Yiseo, putting the small bowl aside, stared at me and giggled.

“Since the owner is handsome, I’ll just let it slide.”

“…Thank you.”

Her legs seemed to give out, and I catch Choi Yiseo as she’s about to slump right there on the spot.

Thinking I should lay her down on the mattress, I go to find that Yu Arin was already there, sprawling out and taking up the entire space.

“It’s mine!”

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Looking at me and Choi Yiseo, she laughed with a silly grin, flailing her arms and legs as if swimming.

“It’s my mattress.”

“Now it’s mine!”

Claiming it as their land just by lying on it.

She is going to be a land tycoon at this rate.

“Move over, lie down together now.”

“No way!”

Should I just kill her?

It’s already exhausting enough with Choi Yiseo practically half-leaning on me, and now with Yu Arin acting like this, I was worn out.

After laying Choi Yiseo down next to me, I charged straight at Yu Arin.

After all, in a physical fight between a man and a woman, I should have the upper hand while standing.

“Oh dear!”

I lost.

In just about five seconds, I was kicked by Yu Arin and fell flat. I was a bit surprised that it hurt more than expected because she didn’t control her strength after drinking so much.

Anyway, while I was down, Choi Yiseo stealthily crawled and lay down next to Yu Arin, and Yu Arin didn’t refuse Choi Yiseo but just accepted her, and they embraced each other.

I remember they weren’t exactly on good terms, but still, seeing them act friendly while drunk was both absurd and not unpleasant to watch for me.

“The last one.”

Is it Seo Yerin who went into the bathroom? Since yesterday, I’ve been consoling our toilet for its hard work as I went inside.

“Uh-huh?”

“Are you crazy?!”

Seo Yerin, wearing only her underwear, was getting hit by the shower water with a blank look in her eyes.

“Hey! What are you doing!”

“I’m trying to wash!”

I hurriedly turned the shower water off and covered her body with a towel. A drunk person who can’t even stand properly, what is she trying to wash?

“Wash tomorrow, tomorrow! Ah, trying to bathe now, why!”

Washing now would only mean I’d end up suffering in the end, I could see that clearly.

As I grudgingly wiped Seo Yerin’s body, she hugged me with a laugh.

“Let’s wash up together!”

“You’re too heavy!”

With her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, Seo Yerin became a human backpack.

Thanks to the home training I did at home and Seo Yerin not being too heavy, I managed to stand up.

“Don’t move your waist like that!”

“Heehee.”

After stopping Seo Yerin, who was deliberately moving her hips to tease me, I stepped out of the bathroom.

Choi Yiseo and Yu Arin were sound asleep. I set Seo Yerin down right next to them. It was a bit of a struggle since she didn’t want to let go, but I managed to shake her off anyway.

Sweating unexpectedly this night, I sighed, feeling the fatigue deeply etched around my eyes overwhelming me.

Tomorrow is a lecture-free Friday.

If there’s any consolation from it, that would be a relief.

Ironically enough.

Kim Woojin’s room welcomed the same morning as the day before, but with three more people experiencing it. Different in gender only, they woke up feeling dizzy or spinning from being heavily drunk.

As one wakes up, it seems to trigger a chain reaction, causing the other two to slowly open their eyes as well.

Still, a better aspect compared to the men from yesterday would be that they woke up with their memories still intact.

“Ah, please.”

As if that was a curse, Choi Yiseo clutched her head and sighed deeply, suffering from headache.

“This is crazy.”

She could tolerate her nonsense about the soup she made, but causing a scene at Kim Woojin’s house was something she couldn’t forget, and it was likely to become an embarrassing history.

Others seemed to feel the same, finding themselves in an awkward atmosphere, they first looked for Kim Woojin.

What was left alone in the room was a hangover cure, a set of toothbrushes, and a note.

“I’m sorry.”

Seo Yerin, hesitating and apologizing. It seemed that because of them, he had to give up his house and sleep at the bath house.

Feeling sorry for crossing the line even though they were close, but also grateful to Kim Woojin for his consideration towards them.

After taking turns showering and preparing a meal to eat together.

“I have a lecture, so I think I need to leave right away.”

Choi Yiseo, who got permission to borrow a hat through a message, put on the hat she wore last time and headed out first.

Yu Arin and Seo Yerin were left in the house, alone.

“I have a metalworking class?”

Yu Arin spoke first, making Seo Yerin mumble awkwardly.

“I-I have a lecture in an hour.”

“Then you can stop by home first. Go ahead. I feel sorry for this guy, so I should clean up a bit before I leave.”

“I’ll help too!”

“No, just go.”

At Yu Arin’s reassurance, Seo Yerin left without even making eye contact.

If asked why it was so awkward.

It was probably because they remembered the secretive stories they shared yesterday.

They were embarrassed to death about drunkenly babbling stories that crossed into R-rated territory.

Usually, such conversations either forge true friendships or lead to awkwardness, and the three of them still seemed a bit awkward.

“I-I’ll get going then!”

Seo Yerin left just like that.

Yu Arin stretched and clicked her tongue at the state of the room before starting to clean.

“She’s really something.”

I would have run away immediately, but I clicked my tongue as I read the message from Yu Arin saying she even cleaned up the house.

Although Choi Yiseo said she would come and clean up after her lecture, after being told that Yu Arin had already cleaned up and not to worry, he replied to Yu Arin’s message again.

“…?”

What Yu Arin sent was something red and crumpled on the floor of the house. It looked like clothes, but…

No, that’s insane!

Yu Arin was crazy for suggesting to use it without knowing whose it is, and the woman who left her red panties at someone else’s house had to also be out of her mind.

‘Wait a minute.’

I saw Seo Yerin’s panties myself yesterday. It wasn’t these that I saw while she was showering.

Moreover, it’s unlikely that Yu Arin would leave her own panties like that.

So, after calculating.

‘Choi Yiseo?!’

I conclude that the red panties belong to Choi Yiseo.

I started to feel a slight thrill at the thought of Choi Yiseo, who seemed like she would only wear sports bras, was wearing such provocatively colored panties.

The moment I saw the photo Yu Arin sent again, my brow furrowed deeply.

“Damn it.”

As the crumpled item unfolds, a pair of large men’s underwear prominently appears in the photo.

No idea which bastard of the group wore those red underwear, but I swear I’ll find and kill him as I leave the sauna.

Woong!

Another message comes in.

This time, it’s not Yu Arin.

It was Captain Ju.

‘Ah.’

Come to think of it.

The Thursday morning class had a film shooting assignment, which I hadn’t skipped.

Feeling a shiver run down my spine, I rushed home to my laptop.

Let’s turn back time a little.

10 a.m.

In front of a one-room building.

A woman with hair dyed a deep red was staring blankly at the entrance door of the one-room.

No matter how much it was a mess, her red hair, which seems to declare it won’t be extinguished, was melting away the cold even as winter approached.

A luxurious coat, sunglasses to cover her face.

The woman, who had her hands deeply buried in her coat pockets and was blankly staring at the door of the studio apartment, is named Oh Yoon-ji.

And there.

It was the self-sufficient room of her ex-boyfriend, whose room she used to come and go as if it was her own house until just six months ago.

“Woojin.”

Two days ago.

Kim Woojin, who called in her the early morning.

Was it called a drunken truth?

Recalling the words he had shouted at her then, Oh Yoon-ji felt her eyes might redden slightly.

Although she had promised Woojin’s older brother not to see Woojin until she was qualified.

When she actually received a call at dawn, she was so overwhelmed with emotion that she wanted to see his face from afar.

So, she put her busy schedule aside and came here.

‘Even if we don’t meet, just wanting to see your face from afar.’

Rushing over in one breath, Oh Yoon-ji looked at Kim Woojin’s studio apartment with a heart fluttering in anticipation of the New Year’s sunrise.

Finally, the door opened.

“Ah…!”

She couldn’t help but exclaim at the thought of seeing him after so long.

But what came out was…

A female uni student with blue hair wearing Kim Woojin’s hat. Moreover, she was her high school friend…

“Yiseo?”

Feeling something was off upon realizing it was Choi Yiseo, Oh Yoon-ji blankly followed her with her eyes.

At that moment, she almost went crazy with curiosity about what kind of relationship her friend and ex-boyfriend could have.

Creak!

The door opened again.

This time, the English department’s goddess, who had been the talk of the town since her admission and was also noticed by the entertainment industry, came out with an awkward expression, hesitating.

“……”

With the feeling that the back of her head is numb, the last one.

A few minutes later, the one who came out of the door.

A blonde woman came out to throw away the trash, as if she was doing household chores.

“Kim- Woojin…!”

The moment she saw that, Oh Yoon-ji felt her head reach its limit.

A woman who was originally strong-willed. Her hands, though she didn’t know since when, were clenched into tight fists.

Her breathing was rough and ready, as if she was about to run over there, kick the door down, and tear Kim Woojin to pieces.

“Ma-Ma’am? It’s time for you to go.”

At the words of the employee who followed her, Oh Yoon-ji had no choice but to grit her teeth, turn around, and get into the car.

The employee drove the car without saying a word, amidst the sounds of her foot stomping irritably and her breathing.