Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Blond Tanned Delinquent (4)
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“Aaaah... Kuaaah...!”
“What the hell are you doing?!”
Enraged by the sight of Sun-hee clutching her broken shin and writhing on the floor, Jin-sook clenched her fists and protested to Yang Woo-bin.
Her closest friend and soulmate had been reduced to this state—Jin-sook vowed that no excuse from his mouth would ever earn her forgiveness.
“What do you mean? You guys were all about order, right? So I just kicked out the trash like your precious order demanded.”
“I’ll never forgive you!!!”
When Yang Woo-bin spat out that infuriating nonsense that made her blood boil just hearing it, Jin-sook straightened her bent leg like a coiled spring and rocketed toward him, true to her vow.
Her fist, brimming with intent to smash his face, shot straight at Yang Woo-bin's Exquisite features, carrying all the force and weight of her charge.
But Jin-sook's tightly clenched fist failed to crush his nose as planned, stopping just short of his nose tip.
He had stepped back one foot, retreating exactly a paper's thickness beyond her punch's range.
‘What... what the hell? This bastard...?’
Ducking or turning to dodge a punch was one thing, but precisely stepping back just far enough to avoid it entirely? That was impossible in Jin-sook's world.
To pull that off required dynamic vision and combat smarts to perfectly read and calculate an opponent's movements—levels of skill utterly mismatched with a common thug.
Realizing something was off, Jin-sook froze mid-punch in confusion.
“Hm, yeah. Calling out the technique name would make it even more low-class delinquent-like.”
“Wh-what? What’d you say?”
That split-second hesitation was a juicy opportunity for Yang Woo-bin.
“Here I go! Wasabari!”
Thud! Crash!
“Gah!?”
No matter how fast someone was, freezing up turned them into a perfect target.
Yang Woo-bin's expert low sweep caught the rigid Jin-sook, sending her tumbling across the floor like a log.
In a street brawl, hitting the ground meant getting mounted and the fight ending right there—so Jin-sook slapped the floor to push herself up and lifted her head.
And that was her fatal mistake.
“Ah, Vicious Penalty Kick, you bastard!”
Smack—!
From planting her foot to twisting her waist, shifting her weight, and channeling it all into the tip of her foot for the perfect kick.
It was a flawless Vicious Penalty Kick—like a pro striker's penalty shot—exploding into Jin-sook's face as Yang Woo-bin shouted his crude technique name.
“...!?”
Jin-sook's face caved in, her front teeth flying out as she merged with the floor without even a scream.
“Tch. Worthless bitches acting tough. Begging to die.”
And just like that, the sudden brawl ended in a flash.
The sight of a guy—who was biologically weaker than women in this superhuman world—single-handedly dismantling the class's top delinquents, Sun-hee and Jin-sook, in seconds shattered everyone's common sense.
“...My god.”
Among them, Fuyuno Tsubaki—who had witnessed it all from the closest seat, slumped on the floor—felt the world itself shake.
To her frail self, Jin-sook and Sun-hee were natural disasters she couldn't even dream of resisting.
If they felt like hitting her, she'd have to grin and take it; if they felt good and hit her, same deal. They were walking catastrophes with that whim.
So Yang Woo-bin, who dispatched them both without breaking a sweat, felt like something beyond human—no, beyond disaster—to Fuyuno Tsubaki.
‘He... saved me twice... Every time I thought there was no escape, he casually turns it into a miracle...’
Fuyuno Tsubaki felt like Yang Woo-bin was glowing before her eyes.
Not because his hair was sparkling blond.
In her eyes, he radiated brilliant light, painting her monochrome world in vibrant colors of his own.
They'd met only twice, but those encounters were so intense that Yang Woo-bin had already become that kind of existence in her heart.
‘What does he do? What's his name?’
The more she watched him, the more curiosity bubbled up in Fuyuno Tsubaki's mind.
Pure human curiosity toward the man who'd saved her twice.
But she couldn't voice it.
She was just too timid and fragile.
‘Ugh, I want to ask. I want to say hi. But... what if he hates me...? Ugh, why am I like this...?’
Her curiosity always ended in self-loathing for lacking the courage to even act on it.
This time too, she was about to hate herself for not speaking to her twice-savior—but unlike before, the loathing didn't turn inward.
“Oh, right—I didn't introduce myself. I'm Yang Woo-bin. The one and only direct heir to the great Yang family head, basically the successor.”
Without anyone asking, Yang Woo-bin introduced himself.
His revelation sent murmurs rippling through the cadets in the circular lecture hall.
“A guy as successor? What family even is that without proper roots?”
“That total delinquent as heir... The Yang whatever must be in deep shit.”
“If a punk like that becomes head, the whole family'll turn into public enemy number one...”
This was the remedial class, gathering everyone outside the top 10% of freshmen—including scions from prestigious families.
To them, family was more important than life itself.
A man—let alone a total thug like him—becoming heir? Unthinkable. It defied the laws of the world.
So the cadets muttered criticisms at the Yang family for choosing such a lowlife successor.
“...Ugh.”
Fuyuno Tsubaki hated hearing her savior's family insulted, but she hated her own silence even more.
“...Huh?”
But seeing Yang Woo-bin—not annoyed by the insults to his family, but smirking in satisfaction—struck her as odd.
‘What's that about? Why's he happy his family’s getting trashed? No way, like me...?’
A sudden thought almost nailed it—when a large, firm, reassuring hand extended before her eyes.
“Grab it and get up.”
It was Yang Woo-bin's hand.
A man's hand. Fuyuno Tsubaki, who had never even properly talked to a guy, let alone touched one, found it overwhelmingly intimidating.
Not that she disliked it—just hugely burdensome.
“Ah? Uh? N-no, I can get up on my own...”
Regretfully ignoring his hand, she tried pushing off the floor with her own.
“Wanna die? Just grab it and get up.”
“S-sorry.”
As always, frail Fuyuno Tsubaki had no choice.
“O-okay then... I'll... grab it...”
Fuyuno Tsubaki tentatively took his large hand—just the fingertips, mortified by the contact with a man.
“Goddamn, come on!”
“Eek!?”
Unable to stand it, Yang Woo-bin gripped her hand firmly and yanked her up. Fuyuno Tsubaki's heart nearly leaped out from the shock.
Her chest pounded wildly, her face burned High-value, and for some reason, she couldn't look at him properly.
‘Aaaah, wh-what's wrong with my body? Does shock do this? I've never been this startled before...!’
Panicking over her body's bizarre reactions, Fuyuno Tsubaki floundered.
It started the moment he grabbed her hand, so letting go might fix it—but Yang Woo-bin showed no sign of releasing.
“Hoo... I had a hunch. But it's real.”
Of course, she couldn't ask him to let go first, so she waited as he muttered cryptic words at the air.
Thump-thump. Burn-burn. Dry-dry.
Heartbeat, facial heat, dry mouth—in that order.
Sensations she'd never felt before, yet Fuyuno Tsubaki didn't mind them at all.
If anything, she felt addicted to these unfamiliar thrills.
As the whole room buzzed, eyes fixed on her and Yang Woo-bin, she worried her sweaty palm might disgust him.
“What's all this commotion?”
A sharp voice cut from behind her—near the lecture hall's front door.
It belonged to the professor for today's Mana Fundamentals class.
“Oh. Class time already, huh.”
Only as the professor appeared did Yang Woo-bin release her hand. The lingering ache in her gripped palm drew an unwitting sigh from Fuyuno Tsubaki.
“Who started this mess? Explain.”
Even in the laissez-faire remedial class, rolling students on the floor right before class was unacceptable.
So Professor Ji Gye-eun, frowning, addressed Yang Woo-bin—the most unscathed one near the podium.
“Th-that bastard did it, Professor! That blond tanned delinquent punk suddenly did this to me and Jin-sook!”
But it wasn't Yang Woo-bin who answered—instead, Sun-hee, still rolling on the floor with her broken shin.
Her shin was broken, but unlike Jin-sook, she hadn't taken a Vicious Penalty Kick to the face and stayed conscious.
“...Cadet Yang Woo-bin. Is that true?”
Professor Ji Gye-eun's eyes sharpened at Sun-hee, turning to Yang Woo-bin. He grinned and answered boldly.
“Yes.”
“Why’d you do it?”
Professor Ji Gye-eun fired the next question.
This time, Yang Woo-bin didn't answer right away. Instead, he spun and planted another Vicious Penalty Kick into Sun-hee's face, just like with Jin-sook.
Smack—!
“...!?”
Thud.
No one expected him to do it with the professor right there. Piercing her guard, the kick pulverized Sun-hee's face, sending corn kernels flying as she became one with the floor.
Having neatly dispatched all his foes, Yang Woo-bin turned back to the professor and finished his answer.
“They pissed me off. Weak-ass worms.”
And so, the name Yang Woo-bin—the blond tanned delinquent—first spread through Dabcheon.