Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Professor, If You Went to the Olympics, You'd Win Gold Medals Too~?
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“Gah...! C-can’t... breathe...!”
Seol Harin squirmed and groaned beneath me.
Her once-pale skin was flushed bright red.
“Hey!!! I ain’t feelin’ a thing here?!! You messin’ with me right now!!!!”
“Kuhak...! Kek...!”
In the end, she couldn’t hold up the 100kg barbell and collapsed flat.
I swiftly lifted it off with both hands and saved her.
“What the hell is this?! Your record dropped from yesterday?!!”
“W-well, ‘cause I haven’t recovered fully!”
“That’s what I’m askin’! Why haven’t you recovered? You had plenty of rest time?!! Did you skip meals or somethin’?!! How many times I gotta tell ya eatin’ is part of trainin’?!! Don’t just grab junk—eat a proper meal!! I told ya sleep’s important too?!! Quit studyin’ all night like an idiot and get at least eight hours!!!”
“...Got it.”
“Here!”
“......?”
I handed Seol Harin a fatigue recovery potion.
I’d bought it from the school pharmacy.
She hesitated, not taking it right away.
“What’s with that touched look?!! I’m givin’ it ‘cause a weak slave’s a hassle!”
Whew...
Don’t go likin’ me, okay?
If you start likin’ me, the world ends.
No joke, it really would.
Thankfully, Seol Harin didn’t seem particularly moved.
“...Just to be sure, you didn’t mix any weird drugs in this, right?”
“Hey! I ain’t that low-down!!”
—Though I had spiked her protein shake with something earlier, that was for both our sakes, right?
There was nothing in this recovery potion.
Even so, Seol Harin sniffed it suspiciously to the end.
“Morning workout’s done. See ya in class later.”
“Tch...”
Seol Harin and I were in the same class.
Kang Ju-hyuk and the other classmate heroines too.
It wasn’t some huge coincidence or anything.
Just how the game’s scripted.
I headed back to the dorms for a shower, then to the lecture building.
First class of the semester: ‘Understanding Dungeon History.’
Not much impact in the game. All I remembered was a young female lecturer handling it.
No events, so just follow along easy.
Slide...
I opened the lecture hall door, bag slung over my shoulder.
The room was packed, but went dead silent the second I showed up.
“......”
“......”
“Oi? What ya starin’ at?”
The kids who’d been gawkin’ at me suddenly scrambled to look busy.
They seemed totally spooked.
It was what I’d aimed for.
Less hassle if no one bugs me.
But this is too much!
Never thought I’d turn into the kinda guy classmates can’t even look in the eye!
‘...Can’t blame ‘em, though?’
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Nearly 190cm of pure muscle.
Rockin’ a Hawaiian shirt to class like it’s nothin’.
Turned the top girl student into my slave.
And my dad’s Korea’s most infamous gangster.
‘Even I’d steer clear...!’
Anyone could see I’m bad news.
Step-
Scan done, I stepped inside.
Back rows full, front rows empty.
Front seats unpopular even at Ark, huh.
Then a guy from the back shot up.
“T-Taeyang! Sit here!! I-I like the front better!!”
What’s this?
Brown-nosers?
Appreciate the gesture, but gotta pass politely.
“Hey hey!! What ya take me for?!!! Sittin’ way back there, how’m I s’posed to hear the lecture proper?!!!!”
“Hah?!! ‘Course! Student who don’t listen ain’t a student anymore?!!!”
Me? Model student.
Don’t judge a book by its cover, punks.
“R-right! Sorry! I didn’t think...!!”
“Interrupt my studies again and I’ll kill ya!!!!!”
“Hiiik...?!!”
Polite refusal, right?
Didn’t even curse.
Thud!
Ditched my bag and plopped in the frontmost seat.
Right by the podium—prime real estate.
Two reasons I’m studyin’ hard.
First, even as a game vet, I don’t know this world perfectly.
Only what the game showed.
So gotta dig deep into the lore via classes.
Second, to master resistin’ Kim Taeyang’s traits.
He hates serious stuff, loves fun.
Body pulls toward parties, but if I give in, this world’s doomed.
So resistin’ as much as possible.
Won’t be easy.
Slide-
Door opened—professor entered.
Beauty in her mid-to-late 20s.
“H-hello...? I’m Song Ga-young, handling ‘Understanding Dungeon History’......”
Her voice was tiny.
Even up front, had to strain to hear.
‘Sat in the sweet spot, huh?’
Couldn’t help grinning at my genius.
“Kekeke-”
“......”
Whoops. Laughed too loud.
Anyway.
Hawaiian shirt thug studyin’ front row.
That’s Kim Taeyang...!
*
Song Ga-young wasn’t a tenured prof—just a part-timer contracted for the semester.
Still, huge deal for her.
‘Me, teachin’ at Ark!’
Even contract, lecturin’ at a top academy ain’t ordinary.
Prestige!
High pay!
Smart students!
Everyone’s dream gig.
But excitement faded quick.
Thanks to that thug at orientation.
-Lastly, profs! Don’t make classes too brutal!!
-Go easy, got it?!!!!
Kim Taeyang threatenin’ profs outright.
Song Ga-young whispered to the senior prof beside her.
-He’ll get expelled right away, right? Even as top seat?
-Dunno...? Dean’s so fickle.
-S-so we gotta teach punks like that...? Teacher authority’s already rock bottom, but if a student assaults, harasses, or enslaves a prof, Ark’ll handle it... right?
-Haha. Don’t worry. They won’t stick problem kids on a newbie like you.
-Phew. Yeah, figured.
She relaxed at that.
...World’s full of liars, though.
First day of class, this morning.
Song Ga-young woke up in a daze, absentmindedly chewin’ her thumbnail.
‘I’m screwed......!!’
Ark’s faculty had zero loyalty.
Dumped Kim Taeyang and thug crew on newbie her.
Total raw deal.
‘What world-class hero nest? You cowards!!!!’
Other thugs aside, Kim Taeyang worried her most.
‘Cause of his dad.
-“102 sashimi cases pickled,” YouTuber A exposes Kim Tae-gun’s gangster past...!
-“Pay with body if no cash... Wife 30 mil, daughter 50 mil.” SolarCash CEO Kim Tae-gun’s shocking truth...!
-SolarCash’s Kim Tae-gun charged with elder assault... Reason: “Old man eyed my bitch...”
“......”
Kim Tae-gun was real deal yakuza.
Jailbird multiple times—vicious criminal.
‘Scary...!!!’
Song Ga-young truly feared for her life.
Prof scared of student? Laughable.
But she had reasons.
She wasn’t Awakened.
No hero—just scholar.
Studied dungeon history for her degree, plain human body.
Horror stories flooded her mind.
Fallen teacher rights.
Articles of female teachers beaten, harassed, ignored by students.
‘If Kim Taeyang assaults me... would others save me...?’
Anyway.
Can’t run scared of one kid.
‘Song Ga-young! You’re an adult! You got this!’
Straightened her back! Puffed chest! Marched in bold.
But shrank with every step.
Like human evolution in reverse.
“......”
At the podium.
She was shrunk smaller than Australopithecus.
“H-hello...? I’m Song Ga-young, handling ‘Dungeon History Understanding’......”
Voice barely a whisper.
Already nervous for first class, and Kim Taeyang front row.
‘Why’s a thug up front...?’
“Kekeke.”
“......!”
Kim Taeyang snickering mockingly.
‘Sat front on purpose?! To intimidate me?!!’
Muscular brute’s creepy stare and laugh terrified beyond imagination.
“N-now, a quick orientation... then questions...”
Song Ga-young explained syllabus ultra-carefully.
Tension didn’t ease over time—thanks to Kim Taeyang.
‘Scarier up close...!!’
Slouched, legs sprawled.
Right hand twirling pen nonstop on desk,
left jammed in pocket.
Thug incarnate...
Looked ready to whip out sashimi from bag if class bored him...!!
Finally, Song Ga-young steeled herself.
‘Tell him to sit proper... That ain’t rude!’
Huge courage for her.
No lie—gettin’ hit by Kim Taeyang types could kill.
“U-um... student...?”
“Hah?!!”
“......N-no!!”
His two-syllable reply crushed her resolve.
She endured his piercing glare full-body.
“That’s it... Any questions...?”
Orientation barely done, she peeked out textbook.
Had to teach today to keep pace.
“O-okay then... Open your textbooks...”
“Hah-? Class on day one?”
“Hiiik!!!!!”
Dreaded moment hit.
Kim Taeyang rebelled.
“Y-yeah, class day one’s a bit much? Hehe.... But to catch up... r-really no choice.... Could ya let me do just one class...?”
Somehow, Song Ga-young begged Kim Taeyang for class.
Other students pitied her.
They feared him; non-Awakened her must dread more.
His dad nationwide gangster real-deal.
Rumors said truckloads died by Kim Tae-gun’s hands.
Son of such danger.
Looked just like dad...
“What’s too much? Just askin’~”
“?”
Surprisingly, Kim Taeyang let it slide coolly.
Maybe pity vote.
“Th-thank you for allowing it.... Please open to page one...”
Thanks for lettin’ me teach, student!
-Type lines he made her say.
That was Kim Taeyang.
Song Ga-young pressed on.
Instinctively watchin’ Kim Taeyang’s mood.
‘What...? Why’s he takin’ notes so hard?’
His hands never stopped.
Slouched, yawnin’ lazily—yet scribblin’ nonstop.
First class ended smooth.
Bell rang; she rushed closing words.
“Good job, everyone!”
‘Phew.... Over......’
Melting fatigue.
Tryin’ to flee this damn room.
“Bye now-”
“Wha?! Ah! K-Kim Taeyang student...!”
He blocked her path.
Standin’ face-to-face, muscle monster loomed.
Cheaply flickin’ tongue.
Song Ga-young trembled like prey before beast.
‘Apologize no matter what... Just grovel I’m wrong...!!’
As she psyched up, Kim Taeyang grinned slyly.
“Kekeke. Class was more fun than expected, huh? Lookin’ forward to next one-”
“Uh...? Y-yes?? Fun?? The class...??? R-really???”
Kim Taeyang.
Lookin’ back, maybe not bad student.
Just bad at expressin’.
Maybe truly diligent, fit for top seat...
“So fun I nearly pissed myself, huh?!! Prof, you’d snag gold at the Olympics easy~ Lecture Olympics, kekeke.”
“Th-thanks...?”
Song Ga-young swept in weird mood.
She scurried away.
‘Praise or insult?!’
Not insult!
But praise? Kinda iffy!!
Magical words stirrin’ joy and shame at once.