Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: High School Girl VS Genius (1)
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Go Eun-ha's Insta was like this.
Her main content was fashion, beauty, and daily life.
She was an influencer who got sponsorship deals pretty often.
'Earning pocket money and so admirable...'
For a high school girl, it was definitely impressive influence.
It didn't seem like something you could achieve just by being pretty.
'How did she gather 230,000 followers?'
I checked her posts one by one.
There were tons of photos and videos.
The most popular were her latest challenge videos.
But the one with the highest views was something else.
study hard.
(Video of Go Eun-ha focusing in class)
That was how the high school girl Go Eun-ha was famous.
Pretty famous for her pretty face.
'It's her in person.'
As a macho guy like me, Tetoman, it was hard to accept this reality.
'Insta is sealed from now on.'
Selfies? Challenges? Makeup or clothing sponsorships?
No way.
Time to return to macho Go Eun-ha.
First, change the Insta account name.
Eunha-nyang? What the hell, not even Dick-cat.
Now I feel a bit at peace.
That's when Pyo Hye-in shoved her phone in from the side.
"Eun-ha, this is a new challenge. Let's film it together."
A video of two girls dancing shoulder to shoulder, making various expressions.
Just watching made my limbs shrivel up like an amphibian's.
"Sorry, I'm a bit busy."
"Busy with what?"
"Studying."
"Midterms are still far off?"
"Previews and reviews are essential."
I open the textbook.
Of course, I'm not really planning to study for school.
My eyes pretend to read the text.
My mind summons the Asiatic Black Bear again for simulation.
"Eun-ha~ Let's go to the canteen~"
"Go Eun-ha says she's busy studying."
"Studying? Then why is the PE textbook open?"
"Dunno. She's been weird lately."
Champions are made outside the gym.
I don't care what anyone says.
I'll find the answer and end this fight.
The school bell signaling the end of the day.
After the homeroom teacher's closing ceremony, the kids gather in groups and leave school.
New semester, new class, new friends.
The after-school scenery on this still chilly spring day felt fresh like young leaves.
"Go Eun-ha, we're going to Karaoke, wanna come?"
"No."
"We're doing Purplene-cut too? We'll do it without you?"
"Machos don't do that."
"You're a girl."
I shake off my friends appropriately and head home.
Coin karaoke? Purplene-cut?
No time to waste on such girly hobbies.
'Gotta get home quick and analyze bear fight videos.'
Time is short to find the answer.
"Go Eun-ha!"
Someone called me at the school gate.
Shim Ju-wan, the delinquent who'd confessed to me.
And his thug friends.
"Earlier I was careless. Wasn't feeling well today either."
"Move. Unless you wanna die."
As I clenched my fist, Shim Ju-wan backed off far.
"I'm moving?"
"Don't talk to me anymore."
"You're dirty and sneaky, so I won't."
The thoroughly cowed guy chattered from a distance.
"But don't think this is the end. When I'm in form, I'll beat your ass."
"Stop bothering me and end it now."
I set my bag down on the ground.
And clasped my hands behind my back.
"I won't use my hands, so come at me."
"Ha. Beat me once with luck and now you treat me like a retard?"
Did he think he could handle it without my hands?
The passive Shim Ju-wan approached, cracking his knuckles.
'The human himself is full of openings.'
I pull back my hips and fire a low kick.
Aim point: upper calf.
Striking the nerve path to numb the opponent's leg.
The calf kick, said to have changed the landscape of MMA.
Calf Kick
Nerve strike to upper calf - Leg numb!
PAK!
Agony forces self floor mop
"Kya啊啊啊啊啊!"
It hurt so much that even with dozens of same-school students watching, he screamed like a girl and mopped the floor with himself.
"J-Ju-wan! What the hell?"
"Fucking hurts, shit啊啊啊啊啊!!"
The guy even started banging his head on the ground.
Before I knew it, kids had surrounded us.
"Did you see? Go Eun-ha took down Shim Ju-wan?"
"Crazy. Wins with one kick?"
"Guess the rumor about Shim Ju-wan going down wasn't bullshit."
"Fighting well with that face is cheating, right?"
"Nah, Shim Ju-wan was just more of a pussy than expected."
I coolly left the scene, ignoring the murmurs.
Being rumored as a good fighter isn't all good, but since it's out, better to show overwhelming dominance.
That way, small fries won't swarm.
The after-school walk I'd grown used to.
I get off the bus and walk through the bustling street.
Pouring gazes.
And one particularly sticky gaze clinging on.
'What the heck is this tailing?'
At first I thought it was Shim Ju-wan's crew,
But,
Whip.
I turn my head, and a mystery girl hides behind a pole.
Her size is huge, only hiding a third.
Anyway, as long as eyes don't meet, she waits still.
"Park O-yu-na, right?"
"...!"
The girl startles like a cat seeing a cucumber.
She revealed herself with an awkward smile.
"Y-You know my name..."
"Same class, of course."
"Hehe. Thanks..."
"And the name's unique."
Her name is Park O-yu-na, wearing round glasses.
Last name Park, first name O-yu-na.
Like a Mongolian name, not Korean.
I heard she's mixed.
Her face is just like an average Korean high school girl.
The difference is her build.
'Feels the nomad spirit...'
Sturdy torso.
Not fat, but robust.
Unlike her round, innocent look, a sturdy frame that seems strong.
She rummaged in her bag and handed something over.
"Wanna drink this? One plus one, so one left..."
At first I thought it was chocolate milk.
But up close, it was chocolate protein.
"Protein for a high school girl?"
"Ah, I work out!"
"What kind?"
"MMA! Do you, uh, know what MMA is...?"
Asking me, prepping for UFC middleweight title, if I know MMA?
Like asking Son Heung-min if he knows soccer.
"Of course. I watch UFC too."
"Wow! UFC! You know fighting!"
O-yu-na's eyes changed in an instant.
Felt like I touched something wrong.
And sure enough.
"You saw last week's UFC, right? Featherweight title fight! Alexander the Great Volkanov VS Iron Jaw Peros! It was freaking exciting! From round 1 Volkanov dominated striking and wrestling, but Peros dragged him into crisis with just his chin toughness and—"
"Breathe while you talk."
"Huff, huff... Sorry..."
"Why apologize?"
"Cuz, I butted in and acted like a total nerd...?"
Suuuuck.
O-yu-na shriveled like a juice pack sucked through a straw.
Totally deflated, trembling.
Anyone would think I was bullying her.
But actually, I was the one tailed?
"Why were you following me?"
"Ah, well, actually, I figured you liked fighting, wanted to talk MMA..."
"Why?"
"Saw you fight earlier. That calf kick, right...?"
Pinpointing the calf kick.
Thought she did MMA for diet since she said so, but seems serious.
Now I'm a bit interested.
"Why MMA of all things? Not easy for girls."
"My dad's a fighter too, runs a gym. So I picked it up little by little..."
Fighter family, huh.
No wonder the solid build.
"How many years?"
"About... 3 years...?"
High school sophomore now, so started middle school second year.
A female fighter in Korea starting at middle school year 2?
If serious, genius for sure.
Fighting's not accessible, women's pool even smaller.
"Done matches?"
"Yeah! All amateur, but 3-0. Hehe..."
Park O-yu-na pushed up her round glasses.
Proud, subtly.
Yeah, 3 wins at high school sophomore warrants it.
"What about you, Eun-ha? How long MMA? That calf kick was pro-level..."
Over 10 years.
But say it straight, I'll be seen as psycho.
"About a year."
"Wow! Amazing! Which gym?"
"Self-taught."
"Huh...?"
Self-teaching MMA is near impossible.
But not a blatant lie.
I really did self-teach.
Copied UFC moves, won amateur bouts.
Possible cuz I'm a genius.
Of course, registered at gym after and trained proper.
But starting MMA career self-taught is real fact.
But.
"Pfft."
O-yu-na started snickering.
"Laughing?"
"N-No... It's just, MMA can't be self-taught..."
"It can."
"MMA's learned with body, no self-teaching...? Giggle. Sorry, keep laughing... Not cuz of you, just funny thought popped up... Pfft! Hehe!"
Thought she was just innocent, but sneaky arrogant side.
Makes me wanna spar.
Seems decent opponent.
Been a while, wanna loosen up.
"Wanna spar then?"
O-yu-na freaked, waving hands.
"N-No way! How could I spar with you!"
"Why not?"
"Eun-ha, you look too much like a K-pop idol...!"
What's that got to do with sparring.
I tilt head, she explains.
"I-I suck at power control! Made guys at gym nosebleed!"
Sparring hard-hitter?
Perfect for me.
"Great. I'm a hard-hitter too."
"You'll nosebleed too, Eun-ha! Worse, broken nose or orbital fracture, hospital! I'm really strong...!"
"It's fine, let's do it. Where's the gym?"
"N-No, really can't... Eun-ha's face too pretty, if I ruin it, huge loss to K-pop world..."
"Why assume you'll win?"
"Well......"
She pushed up her round glasses again.
"Cuz I'm a 'genius'...?"
Park O-yu-na, high school girl with 3 amateur MMA wins.
You qualified as genius.
Until meeting me.