I Became an Artist in a Romantic Comedy

Day 2. It was another day at the orphanage.

Today, the volunteers were split into morning and afternoon shifts, so I ended up separated from Ha Soo-Yul and Choi Ye-Seo.

They were still asleep. When I checked our dorm earlier, they were sprawled on their beds.

‘…Saying it like this makes it sound a bit weird.’

Wearing a faintly awkward expression, I glanced to my side, where Hong Ye-Hwa stood.

She was smiling softly as she looked at me, which was…

“Do you smile like that in front of other people too?”@@novelbin@@

“What are you talking about? I only smile like this around my people.”

The moment she finished speaking, her expression went stone-cold.

I chuckled softly and patted her on the head.

Her slightly flushed face was pleasant to see, but there was something I had to do first.

“Kids, one palette and one brush per group!”

The young teacher’s voice got the children moving in a hurry.

Some kids tried to grab the tools too quickly and hurt their hands, while others tripped and fell.

The atmosphere teetered on the edge of chaos, but the teacher calmly restored order.

‘This is the kind of moment where Uncle Hong Jin-Hoo would be perfect. Then all the crying and chaos would just—poof—disappear.’

Uncle Hong Jin-Hoo might have looked a little scary, but he had a soft heart. Like a gentle bear, I guess.

The teacher, still managing the children, suddenly picked up her phone and made a call.

Before long, another teacher entered the classroom.

The orphanage actually had several small classrooms like this one.

The male teacher who came to assist briefly made eye contact with us but only nodded awkwardly before moving on.