Chapter 56
Chapter 56
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: School Rules Are for Students, Not the Chairman
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"Really?"
Michelle came rushing in, startled, and peered at the monitor.
29 out of 100.
It was one point short of the minimum passing score.
No matter how casually you looked at it, it should have been over 80. Clearly, the answers had been bubbled incorrectly on the OMR sheet.
"Haa..."
A deep sigh rose from deep in her core.
For something smudged like that, the score was surprisingly good—being just one point shy of the cutoff made it even more infuriating.
"Yes, hello. This is Michelle. I checked my class's exam scores, and there's something odd about them..."
Michelle was hurriedly calling the academic affairs office.
I waited quietly, and when she finished the call, she spoke in a subdued voice.
"They said there's no issue with the grading process..."
Her expression was as dark as mine.
It made sense—she knew my magic skills better than anyone in the class.
At that moment, my phone buzzed inside my uniform.
I went to the bed and checked it, receiving another shock.
It had been a while since I'd seen a message like that, and my hand trembled.
But reading it again, something felt off.
The Eye that Sees Death didn't mention my death—just expulsion.
"..."
I recalled the time Dania had visited the dorm.
Her goal had been to ask me to drop out, and the Eye had activated then too.
...So there really was a reason I couldn't leave this school?
This message only added more weight to that thought.
Plus, I knew all the in-game causes of my death were murders, but this one didn't seem like it.
My brows furrowed as doubts piled up, leaving a nagging feeling while I stared at the screen.
Wait. "Insufficient magical prowess"?
If failing the practical due to that was the issue, couldn't I just improve my magic skills?
Sure, maybe right after enrollment, but now I had elite teacher Michelle.
And even Anna, a genius in mana manipulation.
At my current level—self-assessed—I was just barely shy of passing the practical.
With intense training from those two, surpassing the minimum should be a breeze.
Improving my magic would solve future exams too.
"Ian!"
Lost in thought, Michelle's hand gripped my shoulder.
"Huh?"
"Let's practice magic! I'll help!"
Exactly!
She wouldn't sit idle if I was at risk of expulsion.
I nodded with a resolute expression, like the protagonist of a hot-blooded sports manga.
The next day arrived.
Yesterday, I'd practiced magic with Michelle's help in the staff room.
The second practical was about two weeks away.
For a sudden exam, the schedule was mercifully lenient.
Gratefully, Michelle agreed to help with my practice in her spare time amid her busy teaching duties.
Learning from her and getting Anna's help too—I could definitely pass the practical.
During class time.
Unlike the motivated walk to school, my mood was sour.
Because of Selena.
During morning roll call, we got our report cards. Right after, as she passed my desk, she smirked.
Even if I bombed the practical, acing the written had been my pride in school life—but she soured it.
-Ian.
Dania quietly called me over, handing me a neatly folded note.
Her starting mischief in class was unexpected.
-Read it and give it back right away.
I opened it curiously, and my face soured instantly.
[Ian Drakhin. I never dreamed you'd fail the written exam. 29 points? You didn't just bubble wrong, did you? To score that after trying hard—such monkey-level intelligence. Please don't tarnish our school's name. Oh, I probably don't need to ask. You'll flunk the practical and get expelled anyway.]
Unable to badmouth me publicly after her forced apology, she was pulling this stunt instead.
-Hand it over now that you've read it.
She must have told Dania to destroy the evidence after I read it.
Not happening.
"Teacher!"
Dania whispered in panic.
-What are you doing? Give me the paper quick.
"What's the matter, Ian?"
Today's first class was Michelle's subject.
I shouted in an innocent voice.
"Selena says she's desperate for a shit!"
Silence fell over the classroom.
Amid the kids' awkward confusion, only Selena and Dania looked blatantly flustered.
Even Michelle couldn't hide her shock.
"...What do you mean by that all of a sudden?"
"It's written on this note. She said she's been constipated but finally got the signal!"
"Is that true? Let me see."
Michelle approached, clueless, to verify.
As I offered the note, Selena shot up from her seat.
"Wait! Don't look!"
She lunged and snatched it from my hand.
Michelle asked calmly.
"Is what Ian said true, Miss Selena?"
"Th-that..."
Selena hesitated.
Denying it would expose the note's contents—tough spot.
"Ahem, Miss Selena. Could you grab a pen from my office? Sorry during class."
An obvious random errand.
Clearly a white lie to let her rush to the bathroom.
Michelle must have believed my claim since Selena didn't deny it.
"I might not remember exactly where it is, so it could take time. No rush—take your time. Even if you can't find it, it's fine."
Teacher's compassion was as vast as the sea.
Selena's face, meanwhile, burned red as the sun.
She'd accidentally outed her constipation to the whole class.
What could she do?
She crumpled the note in her fist and bowed her head.
"A pen... Y-yes, got it."
"Thank you, Miss Selena."
I barely held back laughter watching her flee the room.
After all classes and end-of-day homeroom, I walked the hallway alone.
No practice with Michelle today due to her other duties.
My destination was a place I'd never visited since arriving.
The chairman's office.
During break, I'd overheard that the elusive chairman—harder to spot than a legendary pocket monster—had been sighted at school today.
I decided to meet her right after classes.
To resolve lingering questions.
Like why I couldn't afford to leave school.
I didn't know if she'd have answers.
But after the academic tribunal, she'd asked about my mother—suggesting she knew more about my character than I did.
At the chairman's office, I knocked cautiously.
-Come in.
Good, she was there.
But it felt like she knew I'd come?
"Excuse m—gah, you scared me."
Opening the door, I froze as if hitting an invisible wall.
The chairman stood right in front, arms crossed, staring.
"Hello."
"Yeah."
She returned to her massive desk.
As I'd sensed before—what was it?
She was uncontainable.
I stood awkwardly inside.
She ignored me, focusing sharply on documents at her desk in impeccable semi-formal attire befitting her status.
Feeling scolded despite no wrongdoing.
I peeked at her nervously, unsure what to do.
Second meeting, but she was tricky in a different way from Selena.
Seemed carefree, but cornering Selena at the tribunal showed she wasn't to be underestimated.
Plus, her looks—identical to ex Gu Hyejin—made it hard.
Cynical features emphasized by heavy makeup, tear mole under right eye, and game-character-level beauty—all the same.
"Why?"
"Pardon?"
Our eyes met as I stared; I flinched.
"Why're you here."
"Oh, I had a question."
"What?"
She fired back instantly; I was at a loss.
...How to ask?
"Well..."
"Sit."
"Pardon?"
"Sit there."
I plopped on the sofa; she sat opposite.
"So?"
Totally willful.
I asked carefully.
"Are you close with my mother by any chance?"
"Nope."
"But last time, you asked if she was well."
"You often say stuff like 'no mom.' Didn't wanna offend if she was really gone, so I checked."
It was so absurd my face twisted involuntarily.
"That it? Came to busy me for that? No mom?"
What kind of nutjob...?
"Business done? Get out."
As she rose, I blurted desperately, forgetting annoyance.
"Is there a reason I can't get expelled? Do you know?"
Rushed, it came out jumbled.
Yet her reply surprised again.
"Of course I know."
"Really?"
"What do you take the chairman for? No mom?"
I saw her as a psycho like my ex.
"Honestly, I don't know if my mom's okay or what she's doing. Haven't contacted family in ages. No family numbers in my phone."
True.
Ian Drakhin, modeled after me, had mysteries.
I knew zilch about family or why I was here.
The story writer wouldn't skimp, but no clues.
"Figures."
She seemed to know more than I thought.
"Can't you tell me? What happens if I get expelled?"
"Telling's easy. But first, clear my curiosity."
"What curiosity?"
"Strip."
"...Pardon?"
What now?
"Strip. Everything."
Incomprehensible, but her vibe said no joke.
Still, stripping before a Gu Hyejin lookalike? Hands wouldn't move.
"Not stripping? Guess you don't care about answers."
...Fine. For info I need.
She's not real Gu Hyejin, just looks.
I boldly shed my uniform piece by piece.
Soon, fully nude before the chairman.
"..."
She scanned my body minutely with her signature stern look.
Each eye movement stung my skin.
Gaze finally settled on my groin.
"Not bad."
Praise so casual, no warmth.
"Know why I made you strip?"
"...No."
Her confidence and my exposure shrank my voice.
"My theory: bigger down there, stronger the libido. Not even hard and this size? Beast level."
"..."
"You're the only guy here. Can't have you losing control and causing issues."
Same league as Selena?
Didn't feel like it.
"Jerking off regularly?"
Not quite.
"Y-yeah..."
"Fucked any girls?"
I lied without hesitation.
"No."
"Pathetic."
"Hey, school rules ban opposite-sex dating!"
Absurd; I snapped, but she didn't blink.
"No girl experience, huh."
Suddenly closing in, I startled.
Couldn't retreat.
Her hand gripped my dick tight.