The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial - Chapter 173

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Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial! Episode 173

“Ah, then could you share some wisdom about what you’ve learned most significantly while raising a child?”

Hmm, On Jurim tapped the table lightly. He stared intently at PD Seo with his pitch-black eyes.

PD Seo felt as if he had become the one being observed.

Soon, On Jurim spoke to him as if genuinely offering advice.

“As an adult, you must properly understand what your priorities are and act accordingly. And as a parent, it’s important to know whether the signals you send to your child are stubbornness, protection, or just wanting to turn away from troublesome matters.”

While PD Seo hesitated for some reason, On Jurim continued speaking.

“If you don’t constantly reassess your priorities, it’s easy to mess things up. Like saying with your mouth that it’s for the child, but prioritizing work with your actions…”

“…”

Thud. A sharp pain struck his chest.

He couldn’t understand it. Why did it feel like a message directed at him?

PD Seo moistened his dry lips and continued the questions as if nothing had happened.

“Could you tell us who the Guild Master’s priority is?”

On Jurim gently waved his left hand.

“Let’s just say it’s a child who lives with a Black Flame Dragon sealed in their left hand.”

“You must be working hard. It seems like it would be quite troublesome when they enter 8th grade and the Black Flame Dragon is released…”

“It would be troublesome. Though I don’t think the seal release will even take until 8th grade.”

On Jurim laughed helplessly, and PD Seo burst into laughter as well.

“If you could say something to your priority?”

Hmm, On Jurim lowered his eyes. After thinking for a moment, he soon smiled and fixed his gaze straight ahead.

“I love you so much that no method could convey it all without loss.”

At that moment, Han Gru came running onto the set.

“Dad!”

On Jurim, who smiled as if he already knew, lifted up the child who was running toward him.

The camera lens lingered long in front of the father and daughter looking at each other with loving gazes.

* * *

After filming ended, smiles had appeared on all the production team members’ faces.

“The father and daughter are so sweet together that it really feels like filming a parenting variety show. Right?”

When Writer Jung spoke up, PD Seo finally nodded his head.

“Oh, yeah. That’s right.”

“You seem strangely absent-minded today. Is something wrong?”

“Huh? Do I?”

PD Seo worked passionately every day. Especially now that filming had progressed, it was quite puzzling to see PD Seo with his mind elsewhere like this.

“Are you too excited? It already feels good. I have a feeling it’ll be a hit.”

“Mmm, maybe so.”

“Are you going to edit right away today? Or have a company dinner?”

PD Seo who doesn’t go home.

Since he was the one in charge of being the broadcasting station’s never-extinguishing lighthouse, it was natural to think he would choose between editing or a company dinner.

Because that’s how it had always been until now.

“Editing…”

And just as PD Seo was about to respond to that.

Han Gru, who had approached at some point, asked PD Seo.

“Mister, is Wuju sick today too?”

“Huh, what?”

PD Seo blinked his eyes as if suddenly awakened from a dream.

How was Wuju’s condition?

Because he had been obsessed only with editing the VCR to show On Jurim, he hadn’t been able to go home for a while.

At the child’s round eyes that seemed to be waiting for an answer, PD Seo spoke with his spirit somehow dampened.

“I’m not sure. Uncle has been busy lately so I haven’t been paying attention to Wuju…”

He cut off his words.

Lately?

It was an excuse he unconsciously blurted out because he wanted to cover up his own fault.

In truth, he hadn’t known what Wuju’s condition was like all along.

For so long that he couldn’t even count when it started.

On Jurim approached Han Gru and PD Seo.

“Wuju plays so well with our child that we’re always indebted to him.”

“Ah, is that so? Our Wuju…”

“You didn’t know, I see.”

When On Jurim replied plainly, PD Seo’s face flushed red.

The woman who didn’t even pay attention to the child at the theme park. The father who sent the child to the theme park with that woman without even knowing that.

PD Seo, who despite being friends who constantly go in and out of each other’s houses when there’s no filming, didn’t even know who the child was close to or how close they were.

The earlier interview was indeed a targeted attack directed at him.

On Jurim looked at PD Seo and spoke indifferently.

“The child seems tired, so we’ll be going now. Today was enjoyable.”

On Jurim picked up the child and left the set where staff members were busily moving around. Han Gru greeted the staff members and looked back at PD Seo.

PD Seo was just standing there blankly in that spot.

* * *

Wuju, who had weakly climbed down from the bed, rubbed his eyes.

His fever wasn’t going down easily.

Dad’s girlfriend had left after barely paying attention, and Manager Hyung was breaking out in a cold sweat trying to find a pediatric clinic where they could get immediate treatment.

These days, to get treatment at a pediatric clinic, you even have to do an opening run, so finding a hospital is like plucking stars from the sky…

Because of this, Wuju had to be alone in the large house.

He really didn’t have much expectation.

Ring-

It was really unexpected to see Dad bursting through the front door, gasping for breath.

“Dad?”

I had never expected it.

PD Seo must have run here in such a hurry that he was breathing heavily, bending deeply at the waist before making eye contact.

“Wuju… Huff, I heard you couldn’t go to kindergarten again today. Ahem.”

Wuju shrank his shoulders as if he was being scolded.

Did Han Gru tell him everything during today’s filming?

“I’m fine. But Dad, aren’t you busy?”

“I’m busy. Phew- I am busy…”

PD Seo straightened his back and grimaced.

A small child stood alone in the spacious living room.

His hair was damp with fever and stuck to his forehead, and his pajamas were also soaked with sweat.

Self-reproach squeezed his chest at the thought that he had made his sick child unable to even act spoiled toward his dad and speak like that.

If Han Gru hadn’t been there, would he have tried to film in that condition?

And he had thought that was fortunate?

He seemed like someone who had been caught up in strange delusions and was only now facing reality.

“I’m busy, but still, you’re sick.”

“Huh?”

Wuju opened his mouth blankly.

Seeing the child’s surprised face made his chest ache even more.

“I think Dad has been thinking wrong all this time. So I gave you the wrong signals.”

PD Seo knelt down in front of Wuju and made eye contact.

“My priority is you.”

Wuju, who had been moving his lips, lowered his eyes.

He didn’t know how to respond to such ticklish words.

The lines he had memorized well for filming dramas had long since evaporated from his mind.

“I wanted to become famous to help you… No, that’s all just excuses. I’m sorry.”

That’s what I wanted to say. Wuju swallowed the words that had risen to his throat, afraid he might burst into tears.

I also wanted to become famous to help Dad. That’s why I worked hard.

I wanted Dad to recognize that I tried to work even when I was sick.

“Everything seems to have become a mess, but I want to fix it now. Dad is really sorry.”

Wuju pressed his lips together tightly, then spoke haltingly. He wanted to try acting spoiled for once, taking advantage of being sick, something he had rarely been able to do.

“I, I was sick. Lately, continuously… I had a fever…”

“Yes, I’m sorry. Dad is really sorry for not even knowing that.”

Wuju pressed his lips together tightly again before answering.

“…It’s okay.”

PD Seo lifted Wuju up and moved him onto the bed.

“Can you eat porridge? I bought some just in case. Should I warm it up?”

Wuju nodded.

Then he smiled and laid Wuju down, covering him with the blanket up to his neck.

As Gru had said, it felt like earthworms were wriggling and tickling inside his chest. It also felt like fireworks were bursting pop pop.

One thing was certain: this was much more joyful than receiving an award for Acting.

So you could look after me even without success.

Tickle tickle. Bursting into intermittent laughter like a sneeze coming on, Wuju pulled the Blanket up over his head.

He wanted to tell Gru quickly.

That’s when it happened.

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The text that suddenly appeared before his Eyes was unfamiliar, so Wuju blinked.

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