Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: The BJ Scandal Breaks
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“Stop it, Seo Jae-kyeom! What the hell are you doing?!”
The startled girl who'd been reading hurriedly restrained Seo Jae-kyeom.
“Gahk!”
“Stop! Stop! Can't you see the teacher is right here?!”
The girl who'd been reading came running and practically dragged Seo Jae-kyeom away from Park Su-hwan by clinging to his back. She must have put so much strength into it that, in that short moment, a bright red mark appeared on Park Su-hwan's forehead.
“Let go! Seo Jae-kyeom, let go! How dare you do this during class, right in front of the teacher!”
Unable to shake off the teacher—no, the girl half his size—he still glared relentlessly at Park Su-hwan even as he pulled away. His face was flushed red all the way to his neck.
“Park Su-hwan. I'm going to kill you.”
“Seo Jae-kyeom!”
The girl who'd been reading dragged Seo Jae-kyeom all the way to the lockers and blocked the space between him and Park Su-hwan with her entire body.
“What the hell's gotten into you all of a sudden?!”
The girl who'd been reading, looking like she was about to lose her mind and jump out of her skin, scolded him.
“Aren't you going to answer?!”
“…….”
Seo Jae-kyeom remained utterly silent.
In the now-silent classroom, only the sound of Park Su-hwan hiccuping echoed.
“This won't do. Seo Jae-kyeom, come with me. Class president, keep the kids quiet.”
“Yes...”
“Someone take Su-hwan to the nurse's office.”
“Yes.”
She turned her gaze to Do Ha-jun, frozen stiff in the third row. His eyes wide open, he only shuffled over hesitantly after Do-yeon nudged him from the side, then helped support Park Su-hwan.
She then turned her eyes toward Seo Jae-kyeom, who was still heaving with unspent rage.
The moment their eyes met, Seo Jae-kyeom looked away first.
Only after the girl who'd been reading led Seo Jae-kyeom away did the kids finally start piping up one by one.
“What was that...”
“Whoa. I got such a scare.”
“Seriously, what? Why mention a balloon?”
“Not a good meaning, that's for sure.”
“Ugh, so frustrating.”
Everyone had picked up from Seo Jae-kyeom's reaction that the 'noona' Park Su-hwan called me was pure mockery.
The sharper-tongued girls pressed harder.
“Ah, I don't know.”
“Don't know either.”
The boys dodged the questions with awkward looks.
Jeong Eun-seong, roused from his nap by the commotion, heard the full story from his desk mate and hardened his expression. But even he didn't know what the noona, apple juice, and balloon thing meant.
“So what does it mean?”
“…….”
That's exactly why we're all worked up—we don't know.
Seo Jae-kyeom, returning to the classroom after quite a while, was still fuming.
The kids fell silent at the sight of his rare full-on angry face. He snarked and got irritated plenty, but actual rage like this was uncommon.
I asked as he walked to his seat.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. That Park Su-hwan bastard?”
“He went home early. Crying.”
“I was gonna kill him if he came back.”
“...He told the homeroom teacher it was just friends fighting, that he didn't want you getting punished.”
“Hah.”
Seo Jae-kyeom scoffed through his nose.
I felt pretty much the same. Damn Park Su-hwan, best at bowing and scraping to the strong.
I looked up at Seo Jae-kyeom, who still hadn't sat even after returning.
“Not sitting?”
“Yeah.”
He roughly scratched the back of his head and grabbed his bag.
“Gonna head out early too.”
“...Why?”
“Don't wanna exist here.”
“...Before you go, care to explain what that was about earlier?”
“...Don't wanna.”
“You said you did it to Yeon-hee too.”
“Just forget it. They won't pull that crap on you again.”
Speaking curtly, Seo Jae-kyeom bolted from his seat without a goodbye. His strides were so quick he hit the back door in seconds.
I called to his fleeing-looking back.
“Seo Jae-kyeom.”
“...What now.”
“I know you had my back. Thanks.”
“…….”
Without a word, Seo Jae-kyeom left the classroom.
And he left the back door wide open. Jeez.
But even with Seo Jae-kyeom's efforts, I learned what 'apple juice Da-hye noona (the long one)' meant the very next day.
💬 KakaoTalk - 2nd Year Class 2 Girls Only >.< — Yoo Jin-ha 22:01 Hey sh*t
> I figured it out
— Gyeong Se-in 22:01 Whaaat! “What?!”
“You crazy?!”
The next day. PE class, where the teacher tossed one ball and said boys soccer, girls dodgeball, then pretended to head off on errands.
The 13 girls of 2nd year Class 2 gathered on the bench behind the goalposts, centered on the friend who'd messaged the group chat yesterday.
With tall Ye-su-a standing watch around the perimeter, the bombshell the friend dropped was...
“Park Su-hwan and Do Ha-jun carry Serengeti BJ videos on USBs and watch them on our class PC every lunch break.”
“What?”
“What's that?”
Amid the baffled friends, only I—from the future—slapped my forehead.
After a quick explanation session...
“Whoa.”
“Whoa.”
The friends sighed in disbelief.
How low can they sink?
“Heard they've always been like that. Back in first-year middle school, their all-boys class straight-up dropped the beam projector and played videos of female BJs dancing, got caught by the teacher and beaten for it.”
“Crazy...”
Middle school freshman habits dragging all the way to high school sophomore year.
Tried it once, thought it was a blast, now at it again?
Probably twice as fun now—girls in the class and all.
Or maybe they've done it yearly, only snagged now.
“How'd you find out?”
“Lee Seo-jun told me.”
Lee Seo-jun—the guy who'd nominated me for class president last election. School rank 30.
“He and I do group tutoring together. Same apartment, so we head back after. Grabbed him and grilled him.”
“So the 'noona' thing...”
“Yeah... BJs with the exact same names as Da-hye and Yeon-hee. Balloons are like money. Shoot 'em, and they call out the shooter's name, do whatever mission you request.”
“What?”
“You crazy?”
All 13 girls cursed in unison.
Shocked, Yeon-hee clapped a hand over her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Worth crying over.
Daily classmates you see at school—mocking you like that behind your back.
'No, not behind. Right to your face.'
How thrilled they must've been, snickering among themselves at our clueless reactions.
If that's upfront, god knows what they spew privately.
The moment any baseline trust in people shatters.
Me? Eh.
'29 years old—not fazed by this level anymore.'
No shame, no embarrassment. Just pure rage.
What pisses me off more? That life's thrown enough crap at me I'm numb to this!
“Da-hye, you okay?”
“Yeah. Fine.”
I nodded, brain churning.
'Seo Jae-kyeom had every reason to blow up.'
Now I got why he clamped his lips shut under teacher grilling—wouldn't spill even on pain of death.
'Telling the truth would've lightened his punishment.'
I pictured Seo Jae-kyeom, absent from school today after yesterday's early exit.
Park Su-hwan? Still kicking, strutting over there. Extra hyped with Seo Jae-kyeom gone.
'Hit up KakaoTalk first?'
“Whoa, but legit goosebumps...”
“Total pervs, right?”
“Sexual harassment for sure? What'd Da-hye or Yeon-hee ever do to them? No guilt at all?”
“Those guys just...”
I patted Yeon-hee's sobbing shoulder and picked up.
“They're butthurt I beat 'em. Vent by mocking like that. Y'know, 'Sure, whatever, you're still~' that kinda headspace?”
“Then Yeon-hee?”
“Wrong place, wrong time. No guilt or conscience in those heads. Zero classmate loyalty either. Spot ya, mock ya.”
“Tell the homeroom teacher?”
“But they deny it ever happened, we're done.”
“Catch 'em red-handed?”
“Drag homeroom when they're parked at the PC?”
“Timing work out?”
“Ugh, starting to hate every boy ever.”
“Same. Senior year, separate boys and girls classes pls.”
“Fr, who knows what nicknames they slap on us behind backs?”
“Raid their KakaoTalks?”
Amid the fuming girls, I sank into thought, drumming my thigh.
Every lunch time.
Every. Lunch. Time.
“Let this slide, and they'll pull this crap all year in our classroom.”
Exactly.
“Ugh, betrayal. Guess to them we're zilch—not friends, nothing.”
“Didn't like 'em anyway, but I treated 'em like classmates at least? This the payback.”
“Thought I was the only one bothering with basic human decency.”
“Lost all trust.”
Tell me about it.
Seeing the group united in fury, I set my heart.
Drag this topside, nuke the class vibe?
Don't care.
Who nuked it? Them.
As class president, can't stomach that in our sacred classroom.
18-year-olds in the making—no learning to swallow harassment like this.
'Issue's the how.'
Brain, scheme time. Step up beyond books.
“...Girls.”
I opened slow. Gazed at sniffling Yeon-hee and asked.
“Wanna blow this whole thing wide open?”