Han Jin-Seong stared in awe at Lee Jong-Seok. “Wow. Saying the most obvious thing as a solution to an obvious problem is obviously a talent, isn't it? To think you'd have that talent, Jong-Seok!”

Other girls started chiming in next.

“Yeah, oppa! I think Jong-Seok has a little bit of a genius in him. He often thinks about stuff other people don't, you see?”

“I heard somewhere that geniuses often die young, and now I think I know why.”

“...Yeah, I totally agree.”

They must've been beaten up to death.

...For their lack of 'situational awareness', that was!

Who cared about when or how geniuses greeted their demise, though? When Lee Jong-Seok had accomplished a great feat by coming up with a solution to one of the biggest issues threatening the orphanage kids in recent memory!

“Good work, Jong-Seok.”

“Yeah, you did good.”

Girls older than Lee Jong-Seok began patting him on the head.

“Ehehehe~.” Lee Jong-Seong smiled like an idiot and accepted all the patting. It had been a long time since someone complimented him like this, and he couldn't hide how happy he was.

“Hang on a sec… If it wasn't for this idiot, we wouldn't have needed a solution in the first place...!”

“...Ouch?! That hurts! Ouch! Owie!”

Even before Han Jin-Seong could finish his sentence, all the patting hands suddenly transformed into knuckle sandwiches raining down on Lee Jong-Seok's head.

Lee Jong-Seok screamed and tried to get away, but his speed couldn't help him escape from merciless slaps landing on his back.

Slap! Smack!

Several...