Chapter 65
Chapter 65
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: 13. Yojora's an Idiot (3)
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A spy hiding in the academy.
I'd vaguely heard that a major villain alliance would have at least one, and it seemed this woman was playing that role.
But why had she gone out of her way to mention Yojora to me specifically and reveal her identity?
Did she feel certain I wouldn't do anything about it?
Or was it confidence that dared me to try?
Why take the risk of exposing herself in the first place?
Did she figure it was fine since we both knew each other's secrets?
…
No point in sitting here racking my brain over it.
I crumpled the note she'd handed me and tossed it aside, then rested my chin on the health office desk as I stared at her sitting in front of me.
Navy-blue hair in a neat hime cut that fell straight to her waist.
A crisp school uniform, buttons done up to the top—no frills or hoodie layered over like some kids wore.
A face with no makeup.
Yet those cat-like eyes with their alluring shape held irises as deep blue as the sea.
Some Transcendents had body parts that changed color based on their abilities.
Like Lee Ji-yoon's snow-white hair from her ice powers, for example.
So Baek Seo-yeon was probably a water-related Transcendent.
And at the same time, a woman standing at the opposite end from Heroes.
…While also being a Transcendent strong enough to serve as student council president in an academy teeming with monsters.
"…"
Tap, tap. My fingers paused on the desk.
…I'd racked my brain digging through old memories, but she didn't ring a bell.
Probably because she wasn't a Hero.
"Teacher."
"Oh, yes."
Baek Seo-yeon spoke up first, right on cue.
I'd been lost in thought for a moment, but I wiped the smile from my face and responded.
With a normal student, I'd have played it light with some "Health Committee Member this" and "haha" chatter, but no need for that pretense with her.
Yet she stuck to "teacher" even now—probably wary of any other students who might walk in.
"It's nothing major. I just came to ask you something…"
Trailing off, Baek Seo-yeon pulled an old smartphone from her pocket and set it on the health office desk.
It looked about three years behind the latest models.
The polar opposite of Yojora's phone. Her fingers danced across the screen.
"…"
Even typing that out, she used polite language.
Unexpected, maybe.
A strange impression lingering, I nodded.
Showing me something she could've just said aloud meant: don't speak it.
Then Baek Seo-yeon began talking about the various villain crimes from recent news headlines.
Along with it, another line appeared on her phone screen.
"?"
Following her fingertip carefully, I blinked at her in confusion for a moment.
The student next to Yojora? That was Han Su-ah.
Was she seriously asking because she didn't know?
I tilted my head, more bewildered than anything, and her already stiff expression grew even more serious.
…I had no clue why.
"Um, hey… Student Council President? That okay to call you?"
"Call me whatever."
How to naturally clue her in that it was Han Su-ah?
I pondered briefly, then realized it was pointless worrying and slid her phone on the desk toward me a bit.
"…?"
This time, she tilted her head the other way.
Then she cleared her throat—ahem, ahem—and for some reason, started sneaking glances at my face.
After a baffling eye-contact standoff, she suddenly grabbed her phone and stood.
"…Excuse me."
"…"
Exactly one minute and thirty seconds.
Baek Seo-yeon had swept in like the sea and swept out just as fast.
One impression: had she really come just for that?
And…
…somehow, leaving behind an air of looking just a bit dim.
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She's Han Su-ah?
…For real?
No, wasn't she supposed to sabotage her so she couldn't graduate or something like that?
But why would she be buddy-buddy even before the entrance ceremony…
"Ugh…"
Baek Seo-yeon let out a small groan, her head throbbing with pain.
She'd known for ages that Yojora boozed it up and pulled weird stunts, but what the hell if she botched the job she'd been paid for—in the complete opposite way?
"Haah…"
Alcohol.
That damn booze was her nemesis.
A few days ago, out of nowhere in broad daylight, Yojora had called drunk, babbling about some "red thread of fate" nonsense, and now it seemed she'd lost it entirely.
Anyone could see it with half a brain. If Seo Woo-jin was really that "fated one" or whatever, why was he working here as a health teacher? You idiot.
Half exasperation at her alcoholic airhead of a Yojora.
Half worry that she'd completely blow the mission.
And a pinch of anxiety that she might drag Baek Seo-yeon down with her.
Biting her tongue from the rare intense stress as she walked, Baek Seo-yeon sighed deeply and returned to the student council room.
A new visitor was there now.
A boy sprawled on the sofa, fiddling busily with a gaming console.
He turned lazily and drawled at her.
"Hey, senpai. Back?"
"…Yeah."
He was Miren Academy's vice student council president, a second-year.
Not because of any great ability, but just popular with girls—voted in.
The student council was somewhat of a popularity contest extension anyway, but once given responsibility, you had to take it seriously…
Baek Seo-yeon had thought that was basic "sense of duty," but this guy taught her otherwise.
If she could freely cut and choose members, she never would've exchanged words with him until graduation.
Why was she already worried about the future of Miren Academy's student council?
Had she grown attached passing first and second year?
…Useless sentiment.
Donning her usual cold student council president mask, Baek Seo-yeon click-clacked back to the stack of documents she'd gathered earlier.
"Oh. Saw you slip up at the entrance ceremony."
"…"
"Kinda cute, not your usual self."
"…Thanks."
Annoying prick.
Her gaze stayed fixed on the documents as she gave a rote reply.
…Let's see.
The vending machine docs from before her health office trip didn't seem worth reporting…
"Need a hand?"
"No."
Right beside her as she reviewed the papers again.
The vice president's voice, after pulling out a chair.
Not surprising—it happened often.
Just irritating.
Like how you never get used to the smell of food waste.
"Why not? I wanna score points with you."
"Go score them with your adoring second-year fangirls."
"Ah, there it is. Dropping the polite talk again."
"Go score them with your adoring second-year fangirls."
"Too late to cover—already heard."
"Sigh… So?"
She shot him her usual indifferent glare, but he grinned back.
Objectively, he was handsome enough.
Dock the one point for being shorter than her 170cm-plus height, and he had no outward flaws.
If cute guys were her type, she might like him.
But Baek Seo-yeon's tastes ran different.
If anything…
Seo Woo-jin from earlier was a bit closer to her type.
Slightly sorry to Yojora, who was crushing on him with that "red thread of fate" crap,
But it wasn't like she actually liked him.
Just that her tastes leaned that way.
"Found a nice pasta place last time. Dinner together?"
"Pasta allergy."
"Ah, right—heard that before, forgot. What else… Sushi?"
"Hate raw."
"Still early March, kinda chilly—shabu-shabu?"
"Not big on boiled either."
"Then grill or… hm…"
"…"
Rejecting everything while reading docs, his blatant gaze crept over her face, collarbone, and below.
…Haa.
How was such a rude jerk popular with girls?
Just the face?
Or because they didn't know him beyond it?
Like stanning an idol for looks over their music…
Finally, she jabbed the pen butt between his brows to shoo him off.
After purging the leech, she sighed watching him flop back on the sofa, chuckling and resuming his game.
My questions about Baek Seo-yeon didn't drag on long.
10 a.m.
As first period wound down, students started trickling into the health office.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Twisted my left ankle during training earlier…"
"Where does it hurt?"
"Fingers. All of my right hand. Met up with a friend from another office for sparring after ages, but she was way stronger than I thought and…"
"Where does it hurt?"
"Um, well… my ankle a bit too…"
"…Doesn't seem wrong with it?"
"Y-Yes? Oh, uh, well…"
Mostly second- and third-years, from what they said.
Made sense.
First-years just got their lockers assigned today, another Hero intro round, and done.
Training injuries,
sparring,
kids wanting colds from outside treated,
and some faking it for no reason.
No need for them to lie on beds waiting—I sat them in the chair upfront and healed quick.
That's when.
"…?"
Extra-checking the faker girl's ankle just in case, a familiar black ponytail tilted behind her.
What the.
No door sound.
Too focused to hear?
"…"
Hi.
Lee Ha-yoon mouthed it carefully, giving an eye-greeting.
She could've just said it. Probably because others were here.
Is this the thrill of a secret fling…
Savoring that ticklish conquest vibe I'd craved forever—for a fleeting moment.
As I moved to send the faker packing to chat with Lee Ha-yoon, two plain-looking girls entered behind her.
More patients? But they didn't seem uncomfortable.
Just whispering with Lee Ha-yoon first and peeking at my face.
Looks like they'd tailed her out of curiosity about the new health teacher's looks.
They could claim they were just tagging along for their sick friend.
Haa… If only the principal hadn't hyped me up weirdly…
"…All good now?"
"Y-Yeah…! Guess I was wrong…"
"Happens."
No clue how, but I nodded sympathetically and shooed the faker off.
Glanced at Lee Ha-yoon, who's acting like we're barely acquaintances, and she lip-pursed like she had tons to say, then sat.
Her forced casual act looked anything but.
"Where does it hurt?"
"…Um, wrist a little…"
"Wrist, huh."
Lee Ha-yoon faking too?
The thought crossed my mind briefly, but no.
Her left wrist was visibly swollen.
Better than the wound I'd seen on break, but…
Still a ways to go.
Proof she was growing bit by bit, though—made me happy.
Hoping she'd become a ranked Hero someday.
Grinning brightly in those TV interviews like always.
I'll blast that interview at max volume beside you and pound you senseless with pleasure till you pass out.
"Better now?"
"…Yeah. I mean, yes."
Habit-slip to casual, then quick polite fix from Lee Ha-yoon.
I gently gripped her fingers in secret affection—her hand wrapped mine back, refusing to yield. Twitching adorably.
For someone wanting to play big sis, is this cuteness allowed…
Such skinship lasted under ten seconds.
Couldn't hold back a smile, and she snapped to, yanking her hand away with a gasp.
And then,
"Th-Thank you…!"
"No problem. It's my job…?"
Not even hearing me out, Lee Ha-yoon bolted up, grabbed her friends' wrists, and fled the health office.
Without spotting her little bro outside the door.
Whoosh.