Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: High School Girl VS Stamina Training (3)
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They say humans are animals ruled by hormones.
My joy or sadness? Hormones.
Even my habits, my figure, my tastes, my preferences, and heck, even the shape of my face—all influenced by hormones.
I don't know how true that is,
but at least when it comes to taste in food, it rings true for me.
"...Carron set, please."
"Miss, could you say that one more time?"
"Berry Berry... Pink Chubby Carron... set."
"Yes! I'll get your Berry Berry Pink Chubby Carron set ready right away!"
Shit.
Saying it that loud—everyone can hear.
Of course, it's not that weird.
A high school girl buying chubby carrions is just everyday stuff.
But for some reason, it embarrassed me.
Outwardly a high school girl, inwardly testosterone incarnate.
Ordering a Berry Berry whatever chubby carron set with my own mouth felt humiliating.
That's why I'd wrapped my face in a baseball cap and mask.
Of all the damn luck.
"Huh? Is that Go Eun-ha? Yeah, it's you, right?"
"...!"
Pyo Hye-in was at the cafe.
I immediately modulated my voice.
"Who dis tho..."
"Was that voice modulation just now? Why pretend you don't know me? You trying to hurt my feelings?"
Damn. I'd covered up completely—how'd she spot me?
"Gotta go—urgent dump!"
Whoosh.
Full sprint out of there.
Couldn't even grab the carrions.
Even though I'd already paid.
"Haa. Driving me insane."
My body had definitely changed.
I crave sweets now.
Cola. Frappuccinos. Sweet-and-sour. Chubby carrions. Chocolate cookies. Strawberry milk. Ice cream. Jelly. Roll cakes. Strawberry cakes piled with whipped cream. I'm going crazy for all things sweet...!
"Keep this up, and I'll pack on useless fat."
As a fighter, extra flab was never a good thing.
In my past life, I'd stuck to a strict diet.
This life might be different.
Though choking down chicken breast off-season was its own kind of madness...
Not all bad, though.
This body had abilities defying common sense.
"Recovery is insane."
Healing was ridiculously fast.
Like I'd been pumped full of drugs.
No—even drugs wouldn't do this.
Couldn't blame it on youth alone.
Only three hours since training ended, and the muscle soreness had already peaked and vanished.
"Hup."
I dropped for push-ups right away.
Earlier today, barely failed at 10.
Now, barely nailed 10.
"Not an illusion. Muscles grew."
This body really was special.
Recovery speed on another level.
"In recovery, maybe even better than my past life's body?"
There was a reason past-me obsessed over diet.
High inflammation levels.
Cause unknown.
Hospitals called it constitutional—no fix.
But with this body...
"Might break my limits."
At this growth rate, confident I could build a women's pro-level physique in a month.
And if growth kept going?
Men's pro level possible too?
Of course, growth speed and growth ceiling are different beasts.
Anyway.
For now, extremely positive.
Flop.
Back home, I crashed on the bed and binged YouTube.
Tonight's sleep aid: High School Fighting King Season 2.
No time for idle waste.
Re-watched An Seung-ho's matches, hunting weaknesses.
'Right now, he'd overall overpower me.'
Technique? I dominate.
But power? He crushes.
No matter how skilled a woman, facing a man is another dimension.
However.
'He's got bad habits.'
An Seung-ho, a.k.a. Mountain Hunter, had flaws.
Cool striker racking points.
Staying unexcited at his age? Huge edge in peers.
But that could be a weakness.
Overly calm, even when he should sharpen up—loses edge.
'Footwork freezes right after his one-two.'
Moment he thinks he's set the pace.
An Seung-ho's footwork stalls.
Prime for counters—lights out.
'Plan A: counter at that timing.'
Plan A locked.
Gaps galore—plans flowed: B, C, D, E, F... G brewing.
Then, message from O-yu-na.
Checked it out: me pounding the heavy bag.
The crisp thuds screamed power—pretty satisfying.
"What even."
Uploaded to Insta immediately.
Absolutely not to bask in followers' praise for my perfect striking form.
Testosterone incarnate like me wouldn't stoop to such vanity.
Fighting's a sport and entertainment biz.
Athlete popularity often counts as skill.
Posting vids? Just management.
Cultivating "popularity skill."
"250k followers come in clutch sometimes."
Precisely 241k now, up a bit.
Manly rounding up to 250k.
"Upload complete."
Posted O-yu-na's vid to Insta.
First in nearly two weeks.
Total shift from my usual for followers.
Reactions? Explosive.
Direction... off from expected.
"Look at my strikes, not the face."
This killer striking, and no reaction?
Face more fun than strikes?
"World sucks..."
Checked DMs to vent to O-yu-na.
"Hm?"
A familiar name jumped out.
An Seung-ho?
That Mountain Hunter fraud?
Profile confirmed: him.
We were total strangers now.
No chance encounters.
Only link: High School Fighting King.
Out of nowhere, random DM.
"What the hell."
Saw my feed?
Then like a normal person, comment.
Why DM and act crazy.
Already disliked for his counter hook bear KO bullshit—getting worse.
Seemed he was picked as verified fighter.
Whatever.
This contact? Infuriating.
Especially An Seung-ho's talent for pissing people off.
Player level not average.
Teach me?
Korea's first heavyweight title undefeated fighter?
You, with your 2-fight record?
Only thing you could teach is how to get fucked up?
"Hoo. Don't get emotional."
Calmed down.
Didn't wanna spew trash.
Can't do that to young sprouts.
Mature response typed.
Good restraint, Eun-ha.
Gentlemanly even.
No curses at least.
But An Seung-ho was tough.
"Fuck."
Words bounced off him.
Fine. I had a way.
Captured the chat, posted to Insta.
Caption: one character.
*
Next day.
A minor stir in the fighting fan community.
(Insta capture)
Hit on a girl, got insta-preserved lololol
"Pahahahaha! An Seung-ho you dumbass! If girl's out of league, get an intro!"
Jung Seung-hyun MMA Gym.
Gym fighters busy roasting An Seung-ho.
"Why get insta'd screwing around on Insta~"
"Stop teasing."
"Hilarious. That single '🖕' is pure humiliation. The great An Seung-ho, what a disgrace!"
"Could happen. Not a crime."
"Face red, acting chill ain't convincing. Cute bastard. Kekeke."
"......"
Infuriating, but no comeback!
Not speechless, though.
"Didn't say anything bad. Just wanted to chat and get friendly. She's the weird one posting it."
"Line was cringy. 'Nice punches' bullshit. Kekeke."
"Stop laughing."
"That your pickup line? Ever worked?"
"Worked on everyone but her?"
"Face carried."
Roasted relentlessly, An Seung-ho.
Gym mates shared his view, sorta.
"Line gross, but no need to post."
"Exactly. She's got issues."
"Fiery temper for sure. Heavy bag says it all."
Go Eun-ha.
Rumors she might join High School Fighting King S3 had spread gym-wide.
An Seung-ho noticed her because of that.
Then KFN boss Jung Seung-hyun ruffled An Seung-ho's hair wildly.
"0-for-1 confessions. Even saw An Seung-ho get shot down."
"Seriously stop. Teased all day."
"Good boy."
Jung Seung-hyun genuinely proud.
"S3'll be fun thanks to you."
Stories boost immersion.
An Seung-ho vs. Go Eun-ha.
Verified spar, but great hook for attention.
"Can't I skip? Really don't wanna see her face..."
"Why. You know no one else. Who knows? Meet and click."
"I read personalities too."
"Please. Good chance for you."
Either way, An Seung-ho couldn't refuse gym owner and boss.
.
One week and three days passed.
Finally, Jung Seung-hyun's crew arrived at Garam High School.
"Filming starts."
High School Fighting King Season 3.
Garam High episode inching to reality.