The Rogue, Genius, Chaebol's Daughter is a Baby Master Detective! - Chapter 13

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Rogue, Genius, Heiress’s Daughter—Baby Detective Dodo!
Chapter 13
Click.
It was the Principal.
His eyes behind his glasses swept across the Classroom, then stopped dead on the Saessak Class Teacher, who lay sleeping beneath a Blanket.
Wrapped head to neck in a child-sized nap Blanket, Pillow tucked beneath her head, she slept without a care in the world—or so it seemed.
The Principal’s eyebrows shot up to the heavens. Haru’s mouth fell open. The rehearsed words—Teacher, exhausted, so exhausted—caught in her throat and wouldn’t come out. Kim Ho-jun had already crammed his large frame behind Haru as best he could.
“Teacher Kim—!”
As the Principal stepped forward, a calm voice cut through the moment.
“She told us to be quiet.”
It was Siw.
“She said she has a headache. She’s taking medicine and resting for a bit.”
The fact that the classroom teacher was sleeping soundly during Commute time was not something to simply overlook.
“Headache or not, how can you rest during Commute time? Teacher Kim, Teacher Kim?”
The moment the Principal reached out to shake her shoulder, the teacher’s neck went limp.
“Oh my, oh dear.”
The Principal froze in alarm.
Siw approached calmly and straightened the teacher’s head back into place, speaking softly.
“You shouldn’t touch her. She said before not to wake her up. She asked me to tell you to handle the Commute for her instead.”
The Principal glanced between the sleeping teacher and Siw. The teacher’s complexion did look terrible. It was true that Kim had seemed exhausted these past few days.
Snore—hack—
Seeing Teacher Kim snoring with her head tilted back, the Principal clicked his tongue and withdrew his outstretched hand. A glance at his Watch told him time was running short.
“We’d better get going with Commute then. Grab your bags, everyone, let’s get ready.”
Not blinking once while lying like that. As Haru pulled the Blanket up, Siw was already thinking several moves ahead.
Once the Principal had gone to gather the other children, Haru scurried over to Siw.
“Why did you help her?”
Siw slung her bag over her shoulder, glancing sidelong at Haru.
“Noise is exhausting.”
That was all. Siw turned on her heel and left the Classroom.
Haru brushed her gloved hand across her chin. There was something odd about it. Siw’s words were cold, yet what she’d done was kind.
‘Hmm.’
Kim Ho-jun murmured absently from behind her.
“She’s really good at lying to adults. That’s, that’s cool….”
Haru pressed her palm to her forehead.
As they stepped through the Kindergarten Front Gate, Gong Dae-in caught sight of Haru, crouched low with both arms spread wide.
“Haru. Today’s Commute partner is Dad.”
“Hello, Mister Gong!”
Haru bowed respectfully, and a smile bloomed across Gong Dae-in’s face.
Beep-beep.
His Tablet chimed. His glasses gleamed as he checked the screen.
“Haru, as of three forty this afternoon, your Heart Rate has risen thirty-four percent above baseline. What happened?”
Gulp!
Haru’s heart sank. So the Watch that Mister Gong had given her could do that too!
“I-I ran! Haru came in first!”
“Running.”
Gong Dae-in quickly tapped away on his Tablet.
“A child’s Heart Rate typically returns to normal within five to ten minutes post-exercise. However, yours remained elevated far longer. This indicates a sustained state of tension—that is—”
“Mister Gong! Haru’s hungry! Rice cakes in spicy sauce!”
“—I’ll depart at once.”
Gong Dae-in took Haru’s bag from her. No data could stand against his daughter’s hunger. Yet before getting in the car, he made a brief note on his Tablet.
That night. The dark, empty Classroom.
The Saessak Class Teacher’s eyes opened. The Blanket covering her slid away. The three Pillows carefully arranged beneath her head tumbled down. Outside the window, night had fallen completely.
A Candy gleamed as a small hand offered it.
Sweet strawberry flavor bloomed across her tongue, and consciousness slipped away.
The teacher slowly pulled herself upright. As she fumbled in the darkness, her fingertips brushed thin plastic rustling against her hand.
A translucent Candy wrapper caught the streetlight filtering through the window, glinting dully. It bore no label—utterly unlike any Candy sold in stores.
She’d eaten a piece of Candy given by a five-year-old and passed out cold for six hours?
Her expression vanished.
Monday morning.
Haru took a deep breath in front of the Kindergarten shoe rack.
It’s fine. The teacher simply took a good nap. I even covered her with a blanket. Three pillows, even! A flawless job of making amends.
‘Haru didn’t do anything wrong. Not even a little bit.’
When she opened the Classroom door, the teacher was smiling at her as kindly as ever.
“Haru, you’re here? Good morning.”
“Good morning!”
See? Nothing to worry about. Haru was reaching to slip off her backpack when—
“Haru.”
The teacher bent down to meet her eyes. Her mouth was smiling, but her eyes were not.
“Can we have a little talk, just the two of us?”
The teacher’s hand gripped Haru’s small shoulder firmly.
“That candy from yesterday—where did you get it?”
The teacher’s voice was kind. But something about it was frightening. Haru swallowed hard.
Stay calm. Detective Dodo, Episode 17. When you’re being interrogated, what’s the most important thing?
Don’t panic!
“From the supermarket!”
Haru wrung her little hands together as she answered.
“Was it tasty?”
“It was delicious. Very much so.”
The teacher’s smile froze in place.
“Do you remember which supermarket? I’d like to buy some myself.”
She couldn’t give the supermarket’s name. Because the candy hadn’t come from a supermarket at all! It had been from Mom….
Haru pushed the thought of her mother firmly away. Her genius intuition was telling her loud and clear: don’t mention Mom.
“Hmm….”
Haru stroked her chin with her gloved hand. Detective Dodo, Episode 17! Continuing on!
When you can’t answer a question, ask one back or change the subject.
“What kind of supermarket do you like? Haru knows one this big!”
“But I asked you first, didn’t I?”
“Oh, right, you did?”
Haru stretched her short arms wide as she spoke.
“It’s far away, way over there. You have to take a taxi and a boat and an airplane to get there.”
A boat and an airplane—typical five-year-old embellishment.
The teacher’s expression shifted subtly.
“Haru, don’t fool around. Can you tell me which supermarket it really is?”
Damn. It didn’t work. She was out of options.
“I don’t know. An uncle bought it for me!”
Haru had just thrown the dad candidates under the bus.
“An uncle…?”
“Haru has three uncles. They’re all rich.”
Haru held up three fingers proudly.
“They buy me lots and lots of candy. So don’t worry.”
The teacher recalled the three unremarkable guardians who claimed to be Haru’s father.
Haru’s small hand patted the teacher’s hand resting on her shoulder.
“I’ll bring you even more delicious candy next time.”
Her sparkling eyes shone without a trace of guilt.
The teacher stroked Haru’s head with a reluctant expression.
“Well, thank you….”
Perhaps the problem wasn’t the candy itself, but something she’d eaten before it.
“But from now on, you can’t bring candy to Kindergarten. Understood?”
“Yes!”
Haru answered brightly and returned to her seat.
Perfect defense!
Detective Dodo himself would have applauded her as an excellent student!
Haru’s plump cheeks twitched as she smiled to herself, thoroughly pleased.
Playtime.
“Wow!”
“That’s amazing!”
The other children gathered around the castle Siw had built with blocks, gasping in admiration.
“Siw, what are you going to make with this?”
Yun-a gathered her courage and approached hesitantly, holding out a piece of jelly.
“Get lost.”
Siw batted away the girl’s hand, and the back of her hand flushed red. The child, who had been on the verge of tears, finally broke into loud sobs.
“Waaaah!”
Siw frowned as if irritated, then turned his attention back to stacking blocks.
Haru’s eyes widened into narrow triangles.
“Wasn’t that too much?”
“Too much what?”
His dark eyes fixed on Haru in a hard stare.
“You’re the one being too much.”
Haru being too much? The nonsensical accusation made her tilt her head.
“You. Don’t you have something to say to me?”
“Something to say?”
Haru’s mind raced.
Could he have figured out there was something off about the candy? But the teacher had gotten up just fine, hadn’t she?
Her heart pounded in her chest.

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