Chapter 610: Returned School
Chapter 610: Returned School
The next day.
Naturally, I headed to school.
Maybe it was because I’d been away for reserve forces training and then took an extra day off to play, but for some reason, school felt awkward.
I didn't want to get used to it, but I suppose I had to.
“Well then, Young Master. Do your best today.”
Senior Ju-hee, who had driven me here, spoke with a mischievous, teasing smile.
As if on cue, the three wives in the back seat laughed and chimed in.
“Have a good day, Young Master!”
“Pfft! ‘Young Master.’”
“Wow, look at the campus. I used to be a college student too. I miss it.”
“You’re still a student, aren't you? You’re just on a leave of absence.”
“I know, I’m just setting the mood. I don’t actually miss school that much.”
“…….”
“What are you glaring at?”
Yoo Ah-rin grinned playfully and stuck her tongue out at me.
I’d expected this since they offered to drop me off, but they really all swarmed here just to mock me for going to school alone.
“Woo-jin! Have a good day! We’ll be busy playing moms!”
“I thought Father would say there’s no need to do anything special since the kids are still young, but he’s surprisingly attentive.”
“I know, right? Well, it’s great for us.”
“…….”
For the record, the girls were heading to a hotel spa.
My father had made a reservation at a hotel spa so famous that everyone would recognize the name, telling them to go get massages and relieve their fatigue.
This included Oh Yun-ji, Choi Jin-ah, and even Senior Ju-hee.
It wasn't hard to figure out why he was going that far. Since there was no one else to watch the kids, they had to be left at my father’s villa.
“Who books a hotel spa and massages just because they want to see their grandkids longer? Isn't that a total waste of money?”
I tried to get them to agree with me, but it didn't stand a chance.
“Nope!”
“Besides, he did it because he’s worried about us. He doesn't want us to get stressed.”
“Maybe Father knows how exhausting it is to live with his own son?”
The three of them giggled.
Senior Ju-hee also tried to hide a smile, avoiding my gaze as she climbed back into the driver's seat.
“……Maybe I should just skip class today too? What do you think?”
“Do you want to, Woo-jin?!”
“Don't even think about it.”
Seo Ye-rin immediately welcomed the idea, but Choi I-seo shut it down.
“If you miss today’s lecture, that’s three absences. You know that’s basically an automatic F, right?”
“…….”
“Work hard. We have a bath at home anyway, so you can soak when you get back.”
“I’ll give you a massage too, Young Master.”
Senior Ju-hee added her bit, but it felt more like teasing than actual comfort.
“……Fine. Have a good time.”
In the end, I had no choice but to let them go, pouting all the while.
“Woo-jinaaa! See you tonight!”
The car sped off with a heavy engine growl, Seo Ye-rin’s voice trailing off as she waved out the window.
There wasn't a moment of hesitation or lingering, and as if by some dark magic, they didn't even get caught by a red light and vanished instantly.
“Sigh.”
They’re all going to play in the water at the spa and get professional massages.
Meanwhile, I have to drag myself into a classroom and listen to a lecture that’s bound to be boring as hell.
As I walked, my expression souring by the second, someone naturally showed up to pick a fight.
“Ah, the school air was finally starting to get clean. But the moment this bastard shows up, it turns filthy again.”
“Agreed. Totally agreed.”
“……You punks.”
It was Ahn Hyun-ho and Jung Chan-woo, looking for trouble first thing in the morning.
These ‘Androgynous Witches’ had a passive ability to always be either with their girlfriends or stuck to each other’s sides.
“Be honest. When your girlfriends are on their periods, you two hold hands and go to a motel together, don't you?”
“Shut the fuck up!”
“You crazy bastard!”
Assholes.
They’re the ones who started it.
Ahn Hyun-ho then slyly took a step away from Jung Chan-woo, clearly drawing a line.
“And this guy doesn't have a girlfriend. Unlike me.”
“…….”
“Oh, is that so?”
To be honest, it was confusing. Jung Chan-woo was the type to have a girlfriend one day and be single the next.
One day he’s taken, the next he’s not.
It was like a game of chance, so I’d decided to view ‘Jung Chan-woo’s girlfriend’ as something like a passing migratory bird.
“I’ll get one soon.”
“Anyone want coffee? Want to play rock-paper-scissors to see who buys?”
“Oh, I’m down.”
“……You sons of bitches.”
Jung Chan-woo cursed immediately because his words were ignored. No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend.
“But isn't rock-paper-scissors a bit too simple?”
“Didn't you just suggest it, Kim Woo-jin?”
“I’m telling you, this guy’s a psychopath.”
I was the one who suggested it, but now that we were about to do it, it seemed boring.
I’d had a sad morning, so I wanted a reason to laugh.
“Then how about this?”
Jung Chan-woo suggested with a bright, refreshing smile.
“The first person to get a phone number from a passing female student wins.”
Immediately, Ahn Hyun-ho and my fists began to pummel Jung Chan-woo.
“You! Crazy! Piece! Of! Shit!”
“Are you insane?! Are you! Trying! To get! Us killed?!”
“Ack! Ow! Argh! Stop! I’m sorry! Aaaack!”
We beat him for a good while.
Jung Chan-woo had a tendency to completely ignore our situations and just say whatever he wanted.
Look at him suggesting something so bizarre just because he’s single.
“Then how about this?”
This time, Ahn Hyun-ho made a suggestion.
“We go into the cafe and ask the part-timer who’s the most handsome. The one who gets picked as the most handsome buys.”
“Oh, that’s good.”
I agreed immediately, but Jung Chan-woo protested.
“Hey, then it’s obviously going to be me, you bastards.”
“…….”
“…….”
That guy always had a way of saying even the truth in the most annoying way possible.
Just as I was considering beating him up again, I saw Kang Han-gang walking into the school with a smile in the distance.
Is that guy ever going to graduate?
I remembered him saying something about becoming a grad student last time; I wondered how that went.
Wait, that wasn't the point.
There was a woman next to Kang Han-gang. Judging by the fact that I’d never seen her before, she didn't seem to be from the English Department.
Based on the mature aura she gave off, she looked like a teaching assistant or a senior.
“How about the first person to get hit by Han-gang wins?”
When I suggested that, the two of them nodded simultaneously.
To an outsider, this might seem like a completely random reason.
But when you’re hanging out with idiots, you have to be quick to catch on to these things.
This was a jungle, after all.
The moment they agreed, I sprinted toward Kang Han-gang, and the other two followed right behind me.
“Haa! Haa! Senior Han-gaaaaang!”
As I called out while running, Han-gang’s face immediately contorted.
He gestured for me to get lost, but I ignored him and kept charging forward.
“What happened with those girls you met at the pension last time? You were so prepared to go hunting for girls!”
“……?”
The woman next to him frowned and looked at Han-gang.
Before Han-gang could even make an excuse, the other two idiots behind me shouted out, determined not to be outdone.
“You said you were going to a gay bar with Jin-ho Hyung! You even said that bald guy promised to go with you!”
“Senior! It’s only been a week since you got slapped by a junior’s boyfriend for hitting on her, and you’re doing it again?!”
“…….”
The moment we skidded to a halt in front of him, the woman had already slapped Han-gang across the face and was walking away.
Does this mean that woman gets the coffee?
Do we have to buy it for her?
Wait, no.
The bet was for the first person to get hit by Han-gang, but Han-gang was the one who got hit first…….
“Should I buy you a coffee?”
When I asked, Han-gang simply raised his middle finger.
* * *
Slurp.
Sluuuurp.
During the lecture break.
While I was blankly staring at my phone, a message arrived.
The girls were sending photos of themselves having fun at the spa, but the reality of being in a classroom the moment I looked up was bleak beyond words.
Ah, maybe I should have found a way to follow them.
Maybe it was because I was surrounded by idiots instead of them, but the contrast felt even more jarring.
Ye-rin sent me separate photos, and most of them were so suggestive that it was hard to keep my lower half under control.
The way she took them secretly in places where others couldn't see was incredibly erotic.
She really is cute, no matter what she does.
As the head of the household, I tried to pull myself together and focus on studying, even if just a little.
Vrrr!
Now what.
My phone buzzed again.
I wondered who was sending a boastful photo this time.
But when I checked, it wasn't a boast.
In fact, it was a notification I hadn't seen in a very long time.
— A Bamboo Forest inquiry has arrived.
“Oh, right. I had this.”
Back when I was active in the Bamboo Forest, I used to get personal inquiries quite often.
But since I hadn't been very active lately and was just handling basic management, the inquiries had stopped.
I wonder who’s coming to me with some bullshit post this time.
Usually, it’s someone complaining about a disgusting image post and asking why it hasn't been moderated.
“Hm?”
But when I checked the person who sent the inquiry, it was someone surprisingly familiar.
Anonymous 11.
In other words, the guy known as the ‘Fighting Cock’ or the ‘Troll’ who was quite famous in our Bamboo Forest.