Even bullies are just students. 1
Even bullies are just students. 1
Giga Study.
The representative online lecture site created by a top-tier instructor from Daechi-dong.
It's a legendary company where the stock price once soared to 400,000 won, driving the value of star instructors up to tens of billions of won.
Even if you don't know much about stocks, you couldn't not know that Giga Study hit the jackpot.
Hehehehe.
The current price is 17,600 won per share.
Yes!
Another uppercut into the air!
If I buy now and hold until it hits 400,000 won, that's at least a 20x return.
100 million becomes 2 billion.
200 million becomes 4 billion.
300 million becomes 6 billion.
My pink-colored happiness circuit is spinning on its own.
Right now, I can't see anything better than Giga Study.
So, the stock is decided, now I just need to buy it.
Yeah. Just buy it, and the money...
Uh. But.
How do you buy stocks?
Back in the day—no, before I regressed—I handled everything with my phone.
Ah! And the money.
There's no way I have savings. Maybe an overdraft account...
Ah. I don't even have an overdraft account... Credit card loan... That won't work either.
My ambition, which had been boiling like lava, felt like it had been extinguished with a bucket of cold water called reality.
It's a reality as cold as ice.
I've come to my senses.
Okay, calm down, and let's look at what I have and what I can do.
I pulled out a notebook from the bookshelf and opened it.
It's a habit I have when organizing things. I wrote down whatever came to mind.
Hmm. Shit, this won't be easy.
First of all, I'm still a minor.
Just a high school senior, 19 years old. Damn it.
My birthday is early, so I'll be 20 next March, but there's still a year left.
And
Becoming 20 doesn't solve everything, does it?
Whether it's stocks or real estate, you need seed money.
Well, the family situation is obvious.
Having experienced social life, our family's current situation looks more objective now.
My late father.
Mom, who makes a living working in the kitchen of a snack bar.
Me, the only son, that's all.
And that son—no, that bastard—who comes home and throws tantrums like a king, demanding pocket money to pay for his bread shuttle duties at school.
Shit. I was a real piece of shit.
It's been a long time since we cut ties with relatives because we were borrowing money for Dad's hospital bills.
We have a little bit of jeonse money from the villa we live in, but there's no way they'd withdraw the jeonse money just because a high schooler told them to.
I wrote it down line by line again.
I returned to the past.
School or whatever, I don't need it.
I'll make money with stocks.
The money to buy stocks... Hmm.
Should I earn it by working part-time?
I don't really have any intention of finishing school anyway.
Let me search for the minimum wage on the internet.
I doubted my eyes for a moment.
Hmm. What is this!
2,510 won.
Even if I work 8 hours a day, that's 20,000 won; even if I work a month without a break, it's 600,000 won.
Saving for a year only gets me 7.2 million won.
Even if I grow this 20 times... it's only 140 million.
I didn't know. The era I lived in was quite developed in one respect.
Hehe. Shit.
I flopped down on the floor.
Reality check. Shit.
I was working myself up, and then this thing called reality ran over and slapped me in the back of the head.
The energy that had been overflowing in my limbs drained away.
I lay there like that for a while.
Ttiririri...
The phone rings. I reached out, grabbed the phone, opened the cover, and answered listlessly.
"Hello."
"You shit, you want to die, you little loser? Are you crazy? Skipping school and running away?..."
What is this. This bastard. It's Ma Dong-su.
Meaningless profanity and pathetic threats.
Ma Dong-su's complaints were pouring out.
Was he ashamed that he had been watching a mere shuttle skip class helplessly, while he himself had diligently attended class?
Come to think of it, he was a cute little bastard.
Sitting in the classroom diligently during class time.
"You shit, come to school tomorrow. You'll see what happens if you don't. If you don't show up, you know what happens, right? I'll spread photos of your dick everywhere, got it?"
Ah. I remember.
In my second year.
Unable to endure the bullying that had been going on for a year, I told the teacher, and a School Violence Committee meeting was held.
Well, parents were called in, there was no evidence, and even less will, so the result of the School Violence Committee ended predictably.
Since they are still minors, let's think of it as childhood mischief and forgive them. Get along well in the future.
That evening, without even a fake apology, I was dragged away by Ma Dong-su and had my pants pulled down to take pictures.
'If you squeal again, you little shit, I'll plaster these photos all over the school. You hear me, you fucker?'
The anger, which had been diluted by the passage of time, didn't cloud my mind but rather made it calm.
A seasoned response came out of my mouth.
"Yeah. I'm sorry. I'll definitely go to school tomorrow. Please forgive me just this once."
It's a skill you naturally learn while working at a shitty company.
I coaxed him and hung up the phone.
I got up and sat back at the desk.
I crumpled up the paper I had been writing on and threw it away.
And I took out the notebook and opened it.
I wrote a title on the blank page.
The title is 'Living My Second Life My Way.'
Make money.
Don't cause any major trouble if possible.
And
After writing number 3, I went to the mirror and looked at myself.
A height just over 170cm.
A chubby body with no traces of exercise.
An average face.
I lift up my fat-coated arm, but it doesn't look very useful for fighting.
But I know.
This is just a fight between teenagers.
Momentum is more important than strength or technique.
The one who can be crueler wins.
And now I know.
It's okay to be cruel enough.
What was a handicap until yesterday is now an advantage.
I, too, am still a minor.
Kehehehe.
'I think I was wrong. I happened to get some pocket money, so I want to apologize, can we meet in the evening? It would make me feel better to give it to you quickly.'
A pleasant smile played on Dong-su's lips as he received the text.
"That little shit, scaring people with his antics during the day. He wants to die. A little loser like him."
Dong-su's footsteps were light as he headed to the meeting place he received via text.
He was annoyed by the sudden stunt the bread shuttle pulled during the day, but since he was sending a text to pay tribute and begging for forgiveness, his mood improved quickly.
"That little loser, that's more like it."
You're not someone who should be doing that.
You're someone who should always crawl under me like a bug.
The meeting place is a village of villas that were half-built, a place Dong-su knows well.
It was a place Ma Dong-su and his gang sometimes visited to do bad things, practically their hideout.
The construction site, where work had stopped, stood eerily as if time itself had stopped.
Dong-su walked into a 3-story villa building without hesitation.
He went up to the rooftop, opened the door, and stepped out. Under the moonlight, he saw Young-jin standing on the railing on the other side.
The sight of him looking down at the construction site with his back turned felt somehow unfamiliar.
The strange sense of incongruity felt from Young-jin's back overlapped with the sudden behavior he had shown during the day.
Ma Dong-su felt bad for no reason.
A feeling of being overwhelmed by his aura.
"You shit, why aren't you running over here quickly?"
Late evening. I arrived at the abandoned construction site first and went up to the rooftop of the promised building.
I went to the railing and saw the buildings that had been abandoned while being built below.
The buildings, curled up and lying on the ground like corpses, approached me lonely.
A moment later, I heard the sound of the rooftop door opening behind me.
But it doesn't matter much.
I'm just looking at the pale scene in front of me.
This time, a voice was heard.
"You shit, why aren't you running over here quickly?"
I turned around slowly.
I see Dong-su.
About 175cm tall. A skinny build.
Physically, he's not that superior to me.
He reigns like a king in class, but among the actual school bullies, he's at the bottom tier.
The power of the bully circle he's backed by was greater than his own skill.
The fox with a lion at its back growled fiercely.
"Seo Young-jin, you son of a bitch. Let's see the money you brought. You little shit, how much did you bring to make people come out late at night."
Dong-su approaches slowly.
Yeah, let's ask one last time.
"Dong-su-ya."
As I called his name in a low voice, he hesitated.
Huh.
A snort comes out.
This kid. Just calling his name made him flinch.
That bastard. He's definitely a loser.
If you compare him to a dog, he's a Yorkshire Terrier that barks loudly.
A moment later, embarrassed that he was surprised himself, Dong-su starts pouring out profanity again.
"You idiot. Are you crazy? You didn't get hit enough today because you ran away, huh? You want to die, you son of a bitch. Shit..."
I continued without caring.
"Dong-su-ya. You have that photo of me you took here, right?"
This place is where I was caught by Ma Dong-su's gang last year,
or more accurately, the 'Banya' gang, the school violence circle that Ma Dong-su is a member of.
Here on the rooftop, I had my pants pulled down to my ankles and was photographed by Ma Dong-su.
"That photo of me you took here last year. The one where my pants were down. I'd like you to delete it."
Dong-su's expression of disbelief is a sight to behold.
He could be an actor.
A similar performance will be a hit in about ten years.
"Haha. Shit. Are you crazy? This kid. Haha. Sure, let's see the money. Who knows? Maybe I'll be in a good mood and delete it."
"The money is here."
I approached slowly, turned the backpack I was wearing on my back to the front, and opened the zipper.
Dong-su also approached closely.
Dark night.
It's natural that he had to come close to see the items in the bag.
The guy came right up to my nose, and I put my hand in and grabbed the item in the bag.
The guy's head leaned toward the bag.
I, who had adjusted my glasses, narrowed my eyes for a moment.
I took my hand out of the bag and sprinkled it on his face.
It's the salt and pepper I put in the bag.
"My eyes! Shit! What is this!"
Dong-su was making a fuss, rubbing his face with his hands as if it had gotten into his eyes.
I asked.
"Are you okay?"
I had already gone behind him.
In my hand, I held a short piece of square timber I had taken out of the bag.
Profanity poured out of Dong-su's mouth.
"Shit, you son of a bitch! You shit. I'll kill you, you fucker. Ah, damn. My eyes sting."
If he's screaming like that, he wouldn't have heard me going behind him.
Well, that's good for me.
I swung the square timber I had raised with all my might.
Puck! Puck! Puck!
"Are you okay?"
Puck! Puck!