Chapter 63
Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: 13. Yojora Isn't the Brightest
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I moved my steps slowly in time with the signal.
Thinking about it now, was there really any need to give a signal at all?
The principal, who had been gripping the mic, had already mentioned me, raising veins in his neck as he declared that starting with this freshman class, they could undergo training of any intensity they wanted.
Sure, I could heal them, but that didn't mean I wanted to witness grotesque scenes.
Still, since it was just training, they probably wouldn't get hurt too badly.
With each step up the stairs, from essential info like the infirmary's location to pointless gilding like how stately the person looked, accompanied by hearty "Wahaha!" laughter, it all poured in.
Stop.
Please, just stop.
I swept my palm over my cheeks, which had started to burn for some reason, as I ascended to the podium.
"……."
Countless gazes stabbed into me.
From the freshmen to my left,
from the somewhat famous heroes on my right, lounging with an air of importance,
and skeptical looks wondering, 'Not that stately, though?' rained down.
The freshmen wore the same uniforms, lightly covered by white coats fluttering among them.
After a brief walk,
by the time the fluttering had stopped,
"……Ah, um."
The first words, as crucial as the first impression.
Having slightly botched them, I locked eyes with Yojora, who was diligently managing her expression at the front.
Her face, usually busy with a sly grin, was now clumsily smeared with hatred.
...She seemed to be trying her best to get eaten somehow. Better leave her be.
And right beside that Yojora,
a woman with lion-like bright brown hair tied up haphazardly and let loose.
Gazing at what seemed like a strangely excited young Han Su-ah, I carefully spoke up.
"...Nice to meet you. I'm Seo Woo-jin, newly enrolled as the Health Committee Member. Looking forward to working with you all."
I ignored the outdated guide clutched in my hand.
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"I got a boyfriend."
Second-year Class A, where Lee Ha-yoon belonged.
Among them, the back corner seat where friends meeting after a long time chattered away.
A bomb dropped suddenly.
"Hmm..."
"Didn't have one? I thought you did."
But the reaction wasn't all that dramatic.
After vacation, a usually quiet friend showing up with a total image change wasn't unheard of.
Most reactions were along the lines of 'Oh.... So what?'
"……."
Of course, Lee Ha-yoon, hearing it right beside her, was no different.
She sat next to her friend who had declared getting a boyfriend over break, quietly sucking on the picnic she'd just bought.
Normally, she'd be yapping like a feral cat—asking where they met, show me pics—but today, Ha-yoon was unusually subdued.
Since Ji-yoon had found out, maybe she should've just casually mentioned it to close friends and gauged the timing...
Looks like her friend had the same idea.
No helping it. She'd have to tell them about dating Woo-jin some other time when the chance arose.
With that, Lee Ha-yoon clamped her mouth shut, and a large bosom swept past her desk.
"What kind of guy is he? From the academy?"
"...Forbidden love."
Forbidden love.
Thinking about it, her relationship with Seo Woo-jin was technically teacher-student too.
Even if he was a year younger.
Come to think of it, this fit the forbidden love trope from stories.
The apple flavor rolled over her tongue as various thoughts flowed.
"Forbidden love? Not some minor?"
"He is. A high school boy I happened to save during field training."
...Crazy bitch.
"Crazy bitch."
"What's crazy? Twenty-one can totally crush on a nineteen-year-old."
"...Fair point."
"Right?"
"Honestly, getting called 'noona' by a younger guy gets me every time. And when they smile shyly? Swoon."
"I get turned on by older guys too.... Am I the only one?"
"……."
Crazy bitches. Two.
No, three.
Four.
Amid the crazy bitches listing their tastes,
Lee Ha-yoon was viciously squeezing the innocent picnic straw,
when the classroom door at the front opened.
"Good morning, everyone. Hope you all had a great break?"
A tone oddly like a kindergarten teacher.
Student responses trailed after her words.
She felt less like a homeroom teacher and more like a 'counselor.'
Or maybe 'homeroom manager'?
Pointing out weak spots compared to others,
suggesting class types that'd suit,
recommending heroes to study,
that kind of detailed manager.
"One announcement, so pay attention for a sec?"
Friends trickled back to their seats in groups.
Lee Ha-yoon, seated too, met the teacher's eyes while chewing her straw flat.
"We've got a new Healing-type Transcendent joining as the academy health teacher. Students like Ha-yoon who get hurt often, or those who roughhouse a lot, take note..."
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Conditions to become a spy.
The most important? Without a doubt, 'how smart are you?'
Thus,
"……."
Student council president of Miren Academy, holed up in the student council room.
Baek Seo-yeon alone clutched her head, groaning and wasting time.
Of course, Yojora wasn't some hopelessly dumb girl.
Rumor had it, back in Japan, she attended pretty prestigious middle and high schools full of model students...
Plus, she picked up Korean super fast. Like a year? That's what she heard.
But that was Yojora's high school days, on the run from Japanese heroes.
Baek Seo-yeon and Yojora both turned 22 this year, so about five years ago.
Today's Yojora was just an alcoholic idiot who chugged booze daily and called out of nowhere ranting about red strings of fate and nonsense no one cared about...
"Why the hell did that idiot..."
If only she didn't know Yojora at all, things would be easier.
Why did she have to know her?
Baek Seo-yeon, dry-washing her face, skipped signing the papers in front of her and pulled out her phone instead.
Searching for the number of 'Company' CEO Kwon Nam-ho.
Between her straight cobalt hair down to her waist, the ringtone trilled out.
"...Hello?"
"It's me. Changed your number?"
"Ah, Baek Seo-yeon."
"Don't act so chummy... Anyway, not the point."
Ugh. Baek Seo-yeon leaned back comfortably, her voice pausing briefly.
She'd called in a panic, but realized the student council room was too open for secret talks.
Unlike her private space secured from doors to windows, this place might have bugs. People could walk in too.
...No major slip-ups yet.
Baek Seo-yeon reluctantly picked vague words one by one.
"She's in with the freshmen."
"Yeah. Didn't I mention? Most Wanted side knows."
"Guess they didn't relay to me then. Sigh..."
"They're busy prepping stuff. Something in Busan this time."
"Whatever. Why'd you pick her?"
Baek Seo-yeon with no record didn't care, but undocumented Yojora clearly entered on forged papers.
Would Yojora even remember all those fabrications?
What if she grinned dopily among freshmen and blurted her name was Yojora?
Just imagining it dried her blood...
"She insisted on doing this job. What could I do? Wanted to try Korean uniform maybe."
"You're the CEO...!"
"CEO my ass, been playing dad to Yojora for years, fuck..."
"Sigh... I get it, but..."
Baek Seo-yeon sighed along with Kwon Nam-ho over the phone.
She roughly signed the vending machine papers, and his voice continued.
"Anyway, got a request from our side about this freshman batch."
"Freshman?"
"Yeah. Sabotage one so she can't graduate... Pay's insane, and Yojora's strong enough."
"...Who?"
"Han Su-ah. You know her?"
Baek Seo-yeon's head nodded slowly at the name.
"...Yeah. By name. No freshman's richer than her daddy."
Not that her fame got her the pledge spot.
Lee Ji-yoon did, apparently...
Both perfect practicals, but big written score gap.
Baek Seo-yeon didn't add that, just kneaded her tense shoulders.
Could Yojora really pull off the job right?
Would she get caught because of Yojora and complicate things?
As she stewed in worries,
"……."
One more question popped up.
"Just her, right? This time."
"Yeah, just Yojora. Why?"
"...Nothing. Just checking. Got it, hanging up."
"Take good care of our Yojora..."
Weird.
Then the brown-haired girl grinning and chatting right next to Yojora,
made friends before the ceremony even started?
...Met drinking outside?
Who was she?
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...I get being excited about enrollment,
but could they shut up already?
"Says he's twenty. Found it online."
"Fake sick and he'll know right away?"
"Probably?"
"Teacher, my heart hurts because of you.... He'd have to..."
"Health Committee Member, not teacher."
"What's that?"
"...Dunno?"
"Anyway, go if you get even a little hurt..."
It wasn't because of the Seo Woo-jin talk buzzing around.
She'd anticipated this level of reaction when whispering started mid-ceremony.
Lee Ji-yoon, face-planted on her desk, wanted someone else to shut up.
Right in front of her cozy nest in the prime window corner seat.
"Sorry.... Not used to Korean yet."
The two chattering so loud it pierced her earbuds.
The culprits: uniforms with top buttons screaming for mercy.