The Hatred of the Stick
Jiang Siming turned around, his expression showing deep thought.
“Why does your voice sound a bit familiar to me? Do we know each other? And... you called me 'oppa,' are you Korean?”
Since they had been communicating in English earlier, Jiang Siming hadn’t noticed, but the word “oppa” gave him a clue.
“Oppa, do you remember playing games with three of us Korean girls not long ago? We said we’d come to cheer for you,” Lin Yoona happily said, thrilled that Jiang Siming remembered her.
“What!” Jiang Siming exclaimed in surprise, “You’re that prohin? Number two.”
“Mhm, I didn’t expect Oppa to even remember that,” Lin Yoona shyly lowered her head.
“The impression was too strong. You were the one who knocked me down,” Jiang Siming teased with a smile.
Lin Yoona was so embarrassed that she buried her head into her chest like an ostrich.