Chapter 134
Chapter 134
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 134
Chapter Title: Me, Jeong Eun-seong, and White Milk
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Me, Jeong Eun-seong, and white milk
Kang Da-hye
The tall Jeong Eun-seong
impersonating me, who’s of average height—
today, the classroom is filled with heavy sighs.
He’s impersonating me,
but the height difference is glaring,
and I sit alone, sadly resting my forehead in my hand.
As I rest my forehead in my hand, I think to myself
that for Jeong Eun-seong and my heights to match,
I’d have to drink at least 100 million liters of milk from now on...
(Crazy bastard...)
“Say what you want to say. Kang Da-hye’s right here.”
The classroom was wrapped in silence. While everyone was too dumbfounded to speak, Jeong Eun-seong alone stood tall and confident.
He lifted his chin and brazenly pursed his lips, waiting for Do Ha-jun’s mom’s response. I’d wondered why his clothes looked so tight—turns out he’d even picked up my cardigan to wear.
Jeong Eun-seong, with the cardigan on the verge of bursting and one arm shoved in haphazardly, placed both hands on his hips and stuck out his belly.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? The Kang Da-hye you were desperately looking for is right here?”
He seemed to want to express ‘what’re you gonna do, bring it on’ with his posture... but with zero belly fat, it didn’t look very convincing...
“No...”
Right now, Do Ha-jun’s mom looked just as stupefied as I was.
Do Ha-jun’s mom, wearing a skirt so short it wouldn’t even reach her thighs—a length that would make a geographer faint—stammered.
“This isn’t the time for jokes, student.”
Even in that moment, with the tall and handsome Jeong Eun-seong right in front of her, Do Ha-jun’s mom’s tone grew noticeably softer.
“I don’t have business with you students. I’m looking for Kang Da-hye, the one who seduced my son and humiliated him. I’m not here to do anything bad—just want to talk to her for a bit and go.”
“Huh?”
An adult comes to deal with a student directly and claims it’s not to do anything bad.
She’s here as her son’s guardian, but apparently, I don’t even need a guardian to face her one-on-one?
Even with Do Ha-jun’s mom’s words sounding almost affectionate at a glance, Jeong Eun-seong didn’t waver.
“I’m not joking. I am Kang Da-hye.”
“...Look here, student...”
“It’s true. I’m the one your son confessed to.”
“Stop joking...!”
“I’m not joking, ma’am. Why do you think it’s not me? Am I ugly?”
Serious-faced, Jeong Eun-seong placed one large hand under his chin, forming a flower bud pose.
“Take a good look. Aren’t I handsome? Handsome enough to get confessions?”
“That’s not what we’re talking about right now...!”
“This is a matter of my life. Answer quickly.”
“This student, really...!”
“Am I ugly? Or handsome?”
No matter what Do Ha-jun’s mom said, it all boiled down to ‘so, what about my face?’—a one-track conversation style.
Thinking words wouldn’t get through, Do Ha-jun’s mom tried to push Jeong Eun-seong aside and advance to the center of the classroom, but it was futile.
Jeong Eun-seong didn’t budge an inch as he repeated himself.
“Why won’t you answer? Am I ugly?”
“You’re handsome, handsome! So move aside!”
“That lacks sincerity. Tell me specifically what parts are handsome and how.”
The atmosphere turned comical in an instant...
“Kkh.”
Ye-su-a, who’d been twitching her lips since earlier, finally burst into laughter. Next to her, Yeon-hee bowed her head, laughing. The others were the same.
“Ah, this is hilarious, for real.”
Ye-su-a pounded innocent Lee Seo-jun’s shoulder and shot her hand up.
“Right here! Actually, I’m Kang Da-hye!”
“No! I’m Kang Da-hye!”
Gyeong Se-in jumped in without missing a beat.
“Nah? It’s me?”
Kim Ga-eun, Do-yeon, and Yeon-hee waving their arms.
“Yeah, nope~ It’s me.”
Jeong Na-jun, who’d never miss a chance like this.
In mere seconds, the classroom had Kang Da-hye 1 through 10. Even when the usually meek Lee Seo-jun subtly raised his hand to become Kang Da-hye 11, I nearly dropped my jaw in shock.
“I’m Class 2’s Kang Da-hye!”
“I’m the Queen Mother of Joseon!”
No, everyone...
Kang Da-hye is me. There can’t be two...
In the midst of the classroom chaos overflowing with too many mes, my eyes met Seo Jae-kyeom’s. He grinned and spoke.
“Gotta aim for the niche market.”
Niche?
“I’m... Kang Da-hye’s husband!”
?
Then you’d have 11 wives?
More importantly, didn’t we agree not to cross the line and just try getting along? Just a few days ago?
I stared at him blankly, and he caught on.
“It’s a crisis right now. If that lady suddenly goes berserk, you need at least one husband to take the blade for you.”
A husband’s role... is to take hits in your place?
“Think of it as a contract marriage.”
What kind of one-sided deal is this?
“Who am I?”
“Kang Da-hye!”
With Jeong Na-jun rallying responses between us, Jeong Eun-seong somehow heard Seo Jae-kyeom’s words mid-confrontation with Do Ha-jun’s mom and whipped around to glare this way.
Over Jeong Eun-seong’s shoulder, the fuming Do Ha-jun’s mom, at a loss, yelled.
“Kang Da-hye! Did you seduce our Ha-jun the same way?! Look at her, hiding behind boys!”
“Huh.”
Excluding Jeong Eun-seong, Lee Seo-jun, and Jeong Na-jun, the rest of the Kang Da-hyes were all girls. If anything, wasn’t it hiding behind the girls?
“Girls are all sly like that...!”
At those words, Kang Da-hye 5 (special note: formerly Kim Ga-eun, hid me behind her but not a guy) smirked with arms crossed.
“Doesn’t seem like it?”
“What?”
“I don’t think all girls are sly. If that were true, you’d be sly too, ma’am. You were a girl once. But you seem kinda dumb.”
“Crazy.”
“Straight ball.”
Kang Da-hye 2 through 11 giggled. Do Ha-jun’s mom’s face flushed beet red as she pointed accusingly.
“You rude little...!”
“Nooo.”
Jeong Eun-seong lightly blocked Do Ha-jun’s mom as she lunged at Kang Da-hye 5.
“Don’t kill my doppelganger, ma’am.”
“Ha-jun’s mother...!”
If the teachers heading up for roll call hadn’t spotted Do Ha-jun’s mom and rushed over in shock, she might’ve collapsed from sheer rage...
Please never underestimate a Korean high schooler’s sass again.
“Outsiders can’t just wander around the school like this!”
“We’ll call the police!”
“Calling the police over something this minor?! I just came to the classroom to talk to the kids!”
“Is downplaying their own wrongs as ‘something this minor’ a family trait?”
Over the mocking voice of Kang Da-hye 8 (female).
“That’s why my son refuses to come to school! All boys go through a rebellious phase once. Just because he made a little mistake, you all gang up on one person...!”
Do Ha-jun’s mom’s wails echoed down the hall as the teachers dragged her away.
“Seducing my innocent boy...!”
Even though she’d seen me at school last time, Do Ha-jun’s mom clearly didn’t remember and vanished just like that.
Of course. To her, all girls are just nasty brats 1 through 10. She probably doesn’t see us as individuals.
She must’ve been a girl who faced injustices like us once, yet how could she be so harsh toward us?
Is it not pity or fondness for girls that reminds you of your past, but jealousy of lost youth and sheer disgust at the sight?
That very mindset is what ages you.
It’s not age that makes you an outdated generation—it’s your attitude.
There are so many people who stay youthful even at 50 or 60. Why force yourself to become old-fashioned?
I could happily befriend Seo Jae-kyeom’s mom even if she were 60 instead of 40, but Do Ha-jun’s mom... even if we were the same age, I couldn’t.
“Let go!”
Kim Ga-eun crossed her arms, watching Do Ha-jun’s mom get dragged out.
“Why force your kid into an all-boys school crawling with such nasty girls?”
“She knows deep down. It’s only by being near girls that Do Ha-jun gets treated like a human.”
“Is Do Ha-jun’s state that bad?”
“Seems like it.”
“Karma, karma. Let him get stepped on by the boys and get some mental education until he graduates that all-boys school, please!”
“Why’s she your husband?”
“......”
No need to see who said the last line, right?
Jeong Eun-seong, who’d sidled up close without me noticing, grilled me.
I asked him back.
“Why me? You’re Kang Da-hye?”
“Friends are of one mind and body.”
“Huh.”
He was so confident I almost believed it for a second.
“What nonsense. Husbands and wives are of one mind and body.”
“That’s outdated thinking.”
What’s wrong with friendship being lesser than love! Jeong Eun-seong argued.
“You mocking friendship right now? O-seong and Ha-neum?”
“...Now that you say it, yeah.”
“Admitting it? That friends are one mind and body too?”
“Yeah...”
“Right. So if you have to be one mind and body with one of us, do it with me. Not Jae.”
“Uh... what...”
Me losing an argument to Jeong Eun-seong? Weird feeling.
While Jeong Eun-seong scolded me, Seo Jae-kyeom just watched with a smile. Like someone who’d mastered how to rile him up.
Seo Jae-kyeom looked at the flailing Jeong Eun-seong with a faint smile and said.
“So the transfer student isn’t denying it either? That I’m Kang Da-hye’s husband.”
What’re you saying.
Like I wouldn’t deny it.
“Hey, don’t you wanna ask the most important person—me?”