Bamboo Forest Manager

Anonymous407

The content deepened my worries in many ways.

-Anonymous407: Please come to the Chancellor’s office.

Because of this, I couldn’t concentrate properly on lectures and kept agonizing over it alone.

Should I ask others? But what if it really is the chancellor? That could complicate things even more.

‘How on earth should I handle this?’

Even as I sip on my ginseng latte, staring blankly at my phone screen, time continues to flow.

“The most likely possibility is… that it’s not the president.”

Honestly, it didn’t seem like the president would be the one spewing such posts in the Bamboo Grove.

It’s hard to imagine him using frivolous language to insult his own students.

“Shh, she could have taken off a bit more clothes though.”

Seeing Seo Yerin playing a mobile game next to me during the lecture makes it seem not entirely impossible.

Contrary to her initially pure and delicate impression, isn’t she now practically an uncle with her crude jokes?

Who would ever look at Seo Yerin and think of Anonymous69?

Anyway.

If it’s most likely not the president, then why did he call me to his office?

“To find out who I am?”

Since no one knows what kind of person or what tendencies Anonymous407 has, things are bound to get complicated.

It’s probably a trap.

“I’ve also checked that I’m a student at Gahyeon University. Any student entering the president’s office at 6 o’clock must be an administrator.”

Thinking this way definitely raises its likelihood.

On the other hand,

“What would knowing me accomplish?”

Unlike Eunwoo who was Anonymous90 or Seo Yerin who is Anonymous69,

Anonymous407 has nothing to do with me whatsoever.

“What good does knowing the administrator’s identity do?”

Keeping my identity as an administrator hidden is obviously beneficial for me but being exposed wouldn’t put me in great trouble either.

Thinking further in this direction doesn’t seem like it will yield any answers.

Then conversely,

If,

Really if,

It actually was the president?

“Ah, that really sends shivers down my spine.”

That thought alone makes my mind reel dizzyingly.

I knew being anonymous had its implications but imagining that Anonymous407 ranting away like a punching doll in Bamboo Grove could be the president!

Makes me feel like I can never trust anyone on the internet again.

“Moreover, making Senior Juhee apologize too…”

Senior Juhee somehow wants to receive an apology from Anonymous407.

Having heard about the senior’s past, I could understand why she couldn’t tolerate any offensive remarks.

But what if it involves the university president?

“It’s complicated.”

What is the right thing to do?

Why did Anonymous407 summon me to the president’s office?

While scratching my head in trouble,

– Popo: What are you doing today?

“Huh?”

A message from someone unexpected.

– Woojin Kim: Attending a lecture.

– Popo: I’m hosting a night session today, want to come?

Night session?

Then I remembered that yesterday as Anonymous111, I had announced on Bamboo Forest about hosting a night session.

– Woojin Kim: Why would I go there.

– Popo: Come on, it’s been a while. Let’s catch up. You can even do an interview as a student of Gahyeon University.

What interview is he talking about?

Just as I was about to send a message saying no thanks, quite an interesting idea popped into my head.

– Woojin Kim: Where are you broadcasting from?

I sent the message and waited for the reply when suddenly,

I felt soft cheeks against mine.

Seoyerin had quietly approached and was now looking at my phone with her cheek pressed against mine.

“……”

“……”

Silence lingered between us.

I lowered my phone slightly but felt it vibrate gently—probably a reply had come in.

“Ahem.”

The feeling of dread slowly crept up from my toes due solely to Seoyerin staring intently at me without saying anything.

Frightened, I subtly moved back only to bump into Yu Arin who was resting her chin on her hands and sleeping.

“Ah, shoot. What now?”

Yoo Arin suddenly woke up.

Feeling as if I had accidentally woken a tiger, I quickly reassured her it was nothing and put her back to sleep.

“Woojin.”

“Yes?”

Normally she calls him ‘Woojina,’ but when she’s serious, she pronounces it correctly.

It was one sign that Seo Yerin was upset.

“Shall we go shopping today?”

“Shopping?”

“Yeah, let’s go buy some collars and chastity belts.”

“…Are we keeping a dog?”

I asked with an awkward smile, and Seo Yerin responded with a grin too.

However, seeing that there was no answer to my question…

“Do they sell those at your store?”

If it’s our store, then they are meant for people not dogs.

“Don’t worry, Woojin. I’ll become an actress. Earn lots of money and buy a big house.”

Seo Yerin gently caressed his thigh.

“No need to go out then.”

I know sometimes she goes overboard but this is truly frightening.

From noble mtl dot come

Better to be beaten up by Choi Yi Seo or Yoo Arin instead.

“No, Yerin. It’s not what you’re thinking.”

“She’s famous as PoPo the streamer and internet broadcaster.”

“That’s true but…”

I hesitated briefly weighing things in my mind.

“I actually have a favor to ask about Anonymous407.”

I just sold out the promise with Anonymous407 right there.

“Anonymous407?”

“Yes. PoPo asked for help but we need one more person. Can you help us?”

“Me?”

Seo Yerin’s expression gradually softened.

I leaned in close and whispered softly.

“Yes, secretly. It’s a mission only we should know about, Agent 69.”

“…!”

Now Ye-rin Seo’s eyes sparkled brightly. Since Yu-arin and Choi I-seo were next to her, I leaned in even closer to whisper without them hearing.

Smack.

Ye-rin Seo kissed me unexpectedly.

“What?”

“Hm? It would be a loss not to do it when you’re right here.”

I had gotten too close for comfort; I could feel her breath on me.

Luckily, Yu-arin was already asleep, and Choi I-seo was focused on the lecture so they didn’t notice anything.

“So what should we do now, boss?”

Seeing Ye-rin Seo looking excited, I began to explain the situation simply to her.

* * *

Pink hair shining even without lighting and pale glowing skin as if meticulously dressed like a freshman arriving at school for the first time.

After a long absence from Ga-hyun University,

Po-po holds up his stand and starts broadcasting in front of the university headquarters building entrance.

“Look! This is the main building of Ga-hyun University! Isn’t it beautiful? I used to pass by here often during my student days!”

Although he couldn’t see all the comments pouring into his phone instantly, the reactions weren’t bad at all.

Some felt nostalgic about their college days; others felt a sense of similarity that all universities are alike or expressed amazement at not yet being college students themselves. Viewers of various ages showed diverse reactions.

“I wasn’t sure if filming here was allowed but got special permission since they saw me as an alumnus!”

Then Po-po swiftly turns around,

Many engineering students who followed Po-po appeared on screen behind him.

“These engineering folks joined me today! They came promising protection but don’t they look intimidating?!”

The chat fills with ‘LOLs’.

The engineering students also strike poses emphasizing their muscles trying their own appeal.

“But these are really trustworthy people whom I’m very grateful for.”

With a bright smile, Po-po then enters the building.

“Actually today, I’ve prepared a surprise guest for you all. You’ll be truly shocked when you see who it is.”

In the main hall, a woman waited demurely.

Popo greeted her upon seeing her.

“English Literature Department’s goddess! It’s Ms. Seo Yerin!”

“Hello, everyone.”

The chat room erupted at the sudden appearance of an unbelievably beautiful female student.

“Wow, look at them liking her more than me. What? You want me to hand over the broadcast to Ms. Yerin? Are you kidding?!”

Popo introduced Seo Yerin in a playful manner that lifted the atmosphere.

“It’s our first time meeting Ms. Yerin like this! I even heard she’s making a cameo in the upcoming movie ‘Casino.’ Some people in the chat say they’ve seen her in the trailer!”

“That’s right, I was lucky enough to appear. It’s just a brief moment, but please make sure to watch the movie!”

As their conversation deepened, Popo skillfully continued interviewing with his experience as an internet broadcaster.

The crowd had already been large with just students from engineering and other faculties when more people started gathering out of curiosity.

Amidst these tightly packed people,

Kim Woojin stealthily moved around.

His plan was simple,

Given that it was unlikely for Anonymous407 to be the dean; instead, he wanted to uncover who was behind it all.

“Honestly, there wasn’t really any need for this.”

But still, it had become easy since only Popo and Seo Yerin were there together now,

Given that Dean’s office was located on the first floor of university headquarters building,

Kim Woojin could naturally blend into and enter through the crowd of people inside without much notice.

“Sigh.”

He entered without knocking or any hesitation—

What did it matter?

If asked why he came in he could simply say he got pushed by the crowd anyway.

Once inside, unlike noisy outside surroundings; inside felt serene,

Perhaps due to its distinctive wooden scent?

Maybe because furniture here is expensive too—reminded him somewhat of his father’s office though much softer and refined wood scent lingered there.

With thick glasses perched on his nose stood Dean,

Though Kim Woojin had seen him from afar or through photos before—this direct encounter felt like their very first.

While working on something via computer Dean glanced briefly then wore a vacant expression.

“Isn’t it?”

I thought he would say something from the other side.

Seeing his surprised expression, I leaned towards believing that the chancellor was not Anonymous407.

“I’m in the wrong place. Sorry.”

Just as I was about to bow my head and leave,

“Woojin, are you the administrator?”

His trembling voice made me turn my head quickly to look at him.

“It really was you, Chancellor?”

Then, the reason for his surprise just now…

“Of all people, it had to be Woojin.”

The chancellor held his forehead and let out a groan as if troubled.

I wanted to ask how he knew me but,

it turned out to be because of Bamboo Forest.

When third-year students targeted me indirectly revealing that I was the president’s son,

Anonymous407 also joined in criticizing seniors at that time.

So,

“It really is you, Chancellor?!”

As I asked incredulously, the chancellor wiped off his cold sweat and slowly stood up.

“Firstly, have a seat.”