Chapter 84
Chapter 84
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 84
Chapter Title: Denouncement 1. Palm Pushing Game
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Denouncement 1. Palm Pushing Game.
Vice class presidents face each other, extend their hands, and push the opponent backward.
They do it on a platform like a stage, so if you fall off, you drop into the balloon pit behind. Got it?
Anyway, Seo Jae-kyeom had already gone out for our team.
But they... sent out a first-year girl who's barely 155 cm tall against Seo Jae-kyeom. Wearing shorts.
Anyone who's lived through the past knows, right? Back then, people wore skinny jeans or hot pants everywhere! Pants disappearance! If you dressed comfortably, it was skirt leggings!
"Are they insane?"
The moment Seo Jae-kyeom saw the first-year struggling to climb onto the platform, he made a face of utter disgust and forfeited.
He grabbed the hem of her uncomfortable shorts and pulled them down, then snatched a gym top from her friend nearby and handed it to her. Shaking his head, he walked back.
He lost, but everyone cheered for him.
Stuck to Seo Jae-kyeom's side was the Class 3 president (Yeon Team), fawning over him obsequiously.
"Jae-kyeom, no one can beat you anyway~ So you threw away a throwaway card, right? It's all strategy~"
"Have some shame."
He lost without even playing, but no one on our team said a word to Seo Jae-kyeom. Later, my theater club friend from Yeon Team told me this.
Even though they won, it felt like they lost...
In the next matchup, our team's girl barely beat the 155 cm first-year, so Yeon Team sent out a guy who looked about 180 cm tall against her.
Our teammate got shoved back and fell comically into the pit. The Yeon Team guy who beat her threw both hands up in triumph amid the cheers.
...Isn't this basically us winning?
Anyway, Yeon Team took the points.
Denouncement 2. Group Jump Rope.
"Time to show my~ hidden~~~ skills."
"You weren't exactly hiding them."
"True that."
Ye-su-a stretched her neck coolly and stepped forward.
For reference, Ye-su-a can do 60 X-jump rope crosses in a row. She's tall, handsome, and athletic. She'd be a total star at a women's university.
The other kids going out with her looked athletic too. Unless something went wrong, we'd win this one.
They were around 15 jumps in.
"Hey! Look at Ye-su-a's calves bulging!"
Our school's cheer captain—the girl who blasts the [Bandit of the Caribbean] OST in the auditorium every day for practice—has a cute face and a playful vibe, so she's popular at other schools too.
She yelled that in her signature booming voice like she'd swallowed a train whistle.
"What did you say?!"
She charged out and started doing the horse dance.
Wait, is the horse dance trend not over yet?!
Immediate laughter from Yeon Team. Ye-su-a stayed unfazed, but the girl next to her turned beet red and got her head caught in the rope.
Watching the cheer captain jumping around like she'd done something great and doing the wave, while Yeon Team cheered wildly...
'That's... cheering?'
Isn't that just negative tactics?!
Revenge time.
So I played dirty too.
I waited for the perfect moment, and when the cheer captain went out for mini climbing or whatever.
"Is that all the height you've got?!"
"You can't even reach the top stretching your arms all the way— for real?!"
"Stretch higher!"
Seo Jae-kyeom, who'd been sipping his drink beside me as I yelled, spat it out. I pointed at him when the cheer captain turned to glare.
"She doesn't even reach your shoulder?!"
The flustered cheer captain forgot to chalk her hands, grabbed a hold, and fell right off.
She was all playful teasing others, but the second someone teased her back, her mentality crumbled.
"Ughhh—"
"Kang Da-hye's playing dirty!"
I jutted my chin out at the protesting Yeon Team.
What? So? What're you gonna do about it?
Seo Jae-kyeom wiped his chin and said,
"Kang Da-hye's competitive streak is no joke."
"Yeah. I didn't know I was like this either."
But even after all that, we were still losing.
📊 Scoreboard Yeon: 350 Go: 110 'What do we do.'
Remaining events: themed relay, mixed relay, homeroom teacher and class president three-legged race...
'All running events.'
I'm good at running, so that's fine.
Problem is, our ace Seo Jae-kyeom has already exceeded the limit for events one person can enter.
— Do Ha-jun Your face looks rough lol 12:49 I ignored Do Ha-jun's KakaoTalk stoking my already pissed-off mood and scanned the stands.
Kids who'd eaten lunch were trickling back to their seats one by one.
Our class looked half-resigned, faces apathetic, so I told them,
"Guys, don't worry. If we win all the remaining events from now on, we can still turn this around."
"You think that's possible...?"
"If it really looks impossible, I'll..."
"You will?"
"Lead by example and sing."
A sort of ultrasonic attack. I said it solemnly. Ga-eun scratched her arm, looking troubled.
"Da-hye, but then we won't be able to run either..."
Seo Jae-kyeom, who was pouring cider and Big K into an ice bucket behind her, turned around. His shoulders shook—was he laughing? I glared, and he cleared his throat with a cough, then yelled at the stands.
"Hey! If you don't try hard, Kang Da-hye says she'll sing!"
"What?! No way!"
"Hey! Get it together! Kang Da-hye's gonna sing!"
"Why?!"
Soon, even the kids from the next class, who had no idea what was going on, heard the rumors about my singing.
"We have to win."
"Please. We can't hear Da-hye sing twice."
Was it that bad...
Seo Jae-kyeom approached with a grin still on his face and grabbed my shoulders from behind, turning me toward the opposite stands as he spoke.
"If all else fails, you go on stage, grab the mic, and sing. While everyone's passed out, we fix the scoreboard."
This was basically treating me like a Mandrake from Harry Potter...
-Alright, next up~ Themed Relay! We'll get started~ Two reps per team! Come on down~
"Kang Da-hye, you going?"
"Yeah."
"Do your best."
I took a sip of the ice-cold Big K cider Seo Jae-kyeom had stabbed a straw into for me and headed to the field.
"Ji-su, you running too?"
"Yeah!"
From Yeon Team: Ji-su and the cheer captain I'd just messed with. From our team: me and some first-year boy I didn't know.
"Da-hye, what do we do? I'm up against her, and I lost earlier."
"We're winning from now on."
I stood at the front of the platform, burning with determination.
Themed Relay.
Link arms with your homeroom teacher and sing while running back, bring a teacher you hate, bring red shoes—perform the missions announced by the emcee matching the themes, then return to the platform.
'We win this no matter what.'
If the mission is 'Bring Your Ideal Type' and Do Ha-jun's the only one nearby... I'll drag Do Ha-jun back and win!
Maybe I'd lost weight from working too hard since regressing. My gym shorts flapped uncomfortably, so I rolled one leg up to my knee.
"Pew!"
The PE teacher, more hyped than I'd ever seen him, danced solo before pulling a slip from the mission box.
"Oh, this one's not easy~"
What is it!
"Du-gu-du-gu-du~"
Tell us!
"Bring someone from our Gogogo High School that everyone acknowledges as handsome! But! Emcee excluded!"
"?!"
There aren't many!
I turned, and the first eyes I met were Jeong Eun-seong's, but he was too far!
He's in the very back row—why!
"Kang Da-hye!"
Seo Jae-kyeom was already standing up like it was obvious. I ran to him and grabbed his hand as he bounded down the stands three steps at a time.
"Let's go!"
"Whoa! Our chemistry is perfect!"
We were back on the platform in under 10 seconds. The PE teacher cheered and rang the bell next to the mission box ding-ding.
A moment later, Ji-su brought back our class's student teacher.
"What if you just follow me up?!"
"Why?!"
The student teacher blinked wide-eyed, looking back and forth between Ji-su and me like he had no clue.
"Oh~ You're the other team?"
"Ughhh!"
Traitor!
Soon, Yeon Team's cheer captain dragged in Mr. Yi Mong-ryong. He caught my glare and smiled with his eyes.
"Sorryyy."
For reference, our team's first-year boy brought the principal. Boos rained down.
"Ugh..."
"Eh..."
The young teachers who were booing timidly under the kids' cover clammed up when the principal glared.
"The principal counts, right?"
He's our school's top heartthrob. The PE teacher gave a thumbs-up sycophantically.
"...But the Earth still turns."
I pretended not to hear Mr. Yi Mong-ryong's quiet mutter.
"Hmm~ Among the people up here, excluding the principal! No one seems more handsome than me~"
The PE teacher eyed the lineup of good-looking guys like he was judging them.
"Alright~ Time to prove your handsomeness! Let's call it Charm Explosion! Since ours is a land of Eastern etiquette, we start with the youngest, right?"
The PE teacher, brimming with mischief, poked Seo Jae-kyeom with a stick poke-poke.
He seemed excited to see what prickly Seo Jae-kyeom, who always got dragged into this stuff, would do.
I was worried.
'The guy who took a zero on his performance eval because he refused to sing in front of kids.'
But Seo Jae-kyeom himself was calm.
Receiving the stares of the entire school, Seo Jae-kyeom grinned and whispered to me,
"Kang Da-hye. I'm doing this for you."
"What are you gonna...?"
"Watch closely."
Seo Jae-kyeom stepped forward one pace and crossed his arms to grab the hem of his top.