Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: High School Girl VS Genius (2)
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She was the kind of girl you could say was obsessed with fighting.
But at the same time, being an unavoidable seventeen-year-old girl,
she harbored a longing and admiration for beauty.
Second year of high school, new semester.
Something huge happened to Park O-yu-na.
'I'm in the same class as Eun-ha...!'
Being in the same class as Go Eun-ha.
Who was Go Eun-ha?
The owner of looks that could KO an idol center with her face alone.
The first love of every boy and the idol of every girl.
The pinnacle of the class caste pyramid.
She was practically the goddess of Garam High School.
'Now I can see Eun-ha every single day!'
Park O-yu-na liked Go Eun-ha.
She was pretty like a K-pop idol, after all.
Of course, she didn't expect them to become friends.
O-yu-na was at the very bottom of the class caste.
The status difference was too vast to even dare speak to Go Eun-ha.
'Just looking at her makes me happy...'
She had no real complaints.
She was content just being able to gaze upon her.
That was the natural relationship between fan and star, after all.
But today.
'Calf Kick?'
She had witnessed Go Eun-ha throwing a calf kick.
'No way... has Eun-ha been training in MMA?'
A hobby that didn't match her appearance at all.
But it was a kick you couldn't throw without training.
If she really had learned MMA?
'We might actually become friends! Jackpot!'
She might even become friends with the goddess of Garam High.
Visions of herself hanging out with Go Eun-ha flashed before her like a montage.
Best friend position to the heroine in a teen drama.
Walking the hallways, everyone would look at Eun-ha first, then at her.
They'd hit up dessert cafes together, take pics at lifelong hair salons, and visit the stray cats behind the school.
They'd have a joint wedding after growing up, go on honeymoons together,
Eun-ha would have a pretty daughter, she'd have a son, marry them off, become in-laws,
and live as true family, stuck together like glue into old age, dying on the same day and buried side by side.
'Hehe...'
She was lost in her total loser delusions, chuckling to herself, oblivious.
She had no idea it would unfold like this.
"Hit me as hard as you want. Let's spar."
Go Eun-ha kept pushing for a spar.
Maybe mocking her words without thinking had backfired?
But no fighter could hold back laughter after hearing someone claim they self-taught MMA.
"Gear up and do three rounds of three minutes, full spar."
"Uh, well, um, ah..."
It'd be fine if she went easy.
The problem was that Park O-yu-na didn't know how to hold back in a spar.
Once the gloves went on, her eyes would roll back.
"Scared or something?"
"No way! I'm really good?! Well, not really good, maybe a little..."
Go Eun-ha's continued taunts finally got under Park O-yu-na's skin.
Wasn't MMA her pride?
Even if it was Go Eun-ha, she couldn't let this slide.
"Then let's go."
"W-wait, no take-backs. Even if blood spills or bones break..."
"Got it."
MMA genius high school girl VS Insta influencer.
The full spar was on.
MMA gym, Deathworm Gym.
Two high school girls stepped into the sweat-soaked domain of ripped dudes.
"Hey, everyone~"
"O-yu-na's here."
The coaches and fighters greeted her warmly.
Park O-yu-na was the gym owner's daughter, practically family they saw daily.
She was seriously pursuing a pro career, so she often sparred with the regulars too.
But the girl with her was a different story.
"Who's this...?"
"I'm Go Eun-ha. O-yu-na's friend."
The air shifted instantly.
It felt like flower petals were swirling through the gym.
She looked like an Insta goddess.
The very sight of a girl like that in a gym felt like surreal modern art.
'O-yu-na has a friend like this? Why?'
Questions swirled, but no one voiced them.
They just stole glances.
"......"
"......"
The gym fell suddenly silent.
Chatter vanished, leaving only the thuds of mitts.
Everyone was busy sneaking peeks at Go Eun-ha.
"Why's everyone suddenly quiet? Focus on training!"
A coach yelled, embarrassed.
Go Eun-ha seemed unfazed.
Park O-yu-na approached and asked.
"Uncle Sung-jin. Where's Dad?"
"Up in the mountains. Training camp starts today."
"Oh, right."
Park O-yu-na's father, the gym owner, was swamped with match prep.
Coach Jung Sung-jin had been handling classes in his absence.
Coach Jung asked Go Eun-ha.
"You here to train with O-yu-na? First time in MMA, right?"
"No. Came to spar."
"Huh? Spar?"
"Got any mouthguards? Didn't bring mine."
"Oh, sure..."
'She's gonna spar?'
Her looks screamed non-MMA.
Not just distant—galaxy-level distant.
But her words and vibe suggested otherwise.
'Fearless for how she looks.'
Most girls got scared walking into a gym.
Shirtless dudes pounding away—terrifying.
But Go Eun-ha was different.
Not shrinking at all.
She even looked light on her feet.
'Asking for a mouthguard too... guess she has trained.'
Casually demanding a mouthguard like it was routine.
Molding it herself like she'd done it a hundred times, no guidance needed.
Even wrapping her own hand wraps.
"Coach, mind helping me warm up?"
"Oh, yeah."
"Speak casually."
"Ah, alright? Haha."
Coach Jung awkwardly held up mitts.
He still doubted.
Could this delicate girl throw a proper punch?
"Lefty or righty?"
"Orthodox."
"Okay. Light start. One-two."
Warm-up began immediately.
Go Eun-ha's fist flew.
Not just the hand—proper footwork too.
Pang!
First jab.
Left foot twists, weight shifts.
Shoulder snaps forward.
Foresarm guards the chin perfectly as it extends.
'Huh? More than I thought...'
Follow-up straight.
Shoulder and hips explode in rotation.
Fist drills dead-center into the mitt.
Pang-!
Like a trebuchet launching a boulder.
'What is this girl?'
Her movements were far from Insta goddess material.
Polished weapon-like, no wasted motion.
Pang! Paang!
Ongoing mitt work.
Each punch heavy.
First time feeling this power from a girl.
Even tough O-yu-na's strikes were sloppy.
'Not amateur punches.'
Trajectory, weight shift, balance.
Textbook perfect.
"Jab! One-two hook!"
Coach Jung unconsciously upped the intensity.
Go Eun-ha matched perfectly.
No, she was leading.
Paaang-!
'This make sense?'
Coach Jung panicked.
Too flawless.
Gym assistant material.
"Where'd you learn boxing, kid?"
"Self-taught."
"Hahaha. For real."
"All warmed up. Thanks."
She bowed lightly, stretched casually.
Coach Jung handed her headgear.
"Gotta wear the headgear."
"Too stuffy."
"Blocks vision? Better than busted lips."
"Headgear makes punches that shouldn't land, land."
Not wrong.
Headgear's padding catches glancing blows.
Expands hit zone with protection.
But.
'Control a 5cm difference?'
Top-tier boxer talk.
O-yu-na finished warming up.
Spar imminent.
Gym folks subtly paused to watch.
"Coach, who's that girl?"
"O-yu-na's friend, dunno much."
"Mitt work looked solid. O-yu-na getting wrecked?"
"Dude, come on."
Go Eun-ha's boxing was shockingly good.
But Coach Jung predicted O-yu-na win.
"O-yu-na's pro-level already."
Hobbyists vs pro hopefuls—huge wall.
Go Eun-ha hit decent, but striker problem.
"How's she beating O-yu-na, who ragdolls guys, with just boxing?"
MMA's striking battle for grapplers.
Strikes alone have limits.
"True. O-yu-na's Korea's top high school girl."
"O-yu-na! Go easy! Don't hurt your friend!"
All bet on O-yu-na.
Go Eun-ha unfazed by the vibe.
Her constitution.
No tension.
Slept like a baby pre-fight, strolled to venue like a walk.
Taunted crowds with annoying flair amid boos.
18 pro MMA fights.
Over 30 with amateur.
No wilting in a high school girl spar.
O-yu-na was the wilted one.
'Her boxing's better than I thought...'
Remembered mocking her.
Her arrogant "genius" claim.
'Why'd I say that...'
Losing would be mortifying.
No face left for gym mates.
'Sorry for being cocky...'
Hands shaking.
Heart pounding.
Mind blank, ashes.
Luckily, calmed quick.
Squeeze.
Gloves and headgear on.
Worries vanish.
One thought left.
'Win!'
Win lust only.
"Five minutes, three rounds. No elbows. Knee kicks below face only. Touch gloves."
Gloves touch, distance made.
"Fight!"
Spar starts.
Go Eun-ha presses aggressively.
O-yu-na first strike.
Jab to one-two.
Max power.
'It lands!'
O-yu-na spars hard.
Can't control.
Gloves on, eyes roll.
Excitable type.
Jab one-two again.
Double hook barrage begins.
Heavy weight-loaded punches.
Go Eun-ha just defends.
'Dominating with strikes!'
Her guard cracks slightly.
O-yu-na's hook aims temple perfect.
Thud-!
Heavy impact echoes.
And the next scene O-yu-na witnessed.
.
.
.
.
"Hey, O-yu-na. You okay?"
"Huh...?"
Gym ceiling.
Faces peering down under stark fluorescents.
"Look here. How many fingers?"
"Six..."
"Hands don't have six fingers."
"Ahh. Seven."
"She's totally out of it."
Coach Jung and gym bros surrounded her.
Go Eun-ha's face among them.
'No way.'
Situation dawns.
'I got knocked down...?'