Chapter 7
Translator - Zofu
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At my greeting, Choi Seong-joon looked at me with a dumbfounded expression.
"Don't recognize me?"
I answered his question with a smile.
"I know you well. We lived together for four years, Seong-joon."
At my words, Choi Seong-joon looked me over, but he clearly didn't recognize me.
My appearance had changed for the better, and more than anything, I'd grown to over 185 centimeters tall. Of course he wouldn't recognize me.
Then one of the kids in class saw the name written on my uniform and said out loud.
"Huh? Geum... Tae-yang...?"
"Geum Tae-yang? That Turtle?"
At that one kid's words, the kids who knew my name in class checked my face with expressions of disbelief and started making a fuss.
"No way? That Turtle changed that much?"
"Crazy... What the hell happened during break?"
Hearing that, Choi Seong-joon checked my name tag too. Then looking between the name tag and my face, unable to match it with the old me, he spoke with a bewildered expression.
"Jesus... Turtle, you think you can act up just 'cause you grew a few centimeters over break?"
"It's not just my height, but I've got some debts to settle with you guys, don't I?"
"You son of a bitch. Looks like you worked out over break, but you're still just a fucking retard!"
Choi Seong-joon finished speaking and swung his fist in a surprise attack.
It was so slow it made me yawn. I lightly caught his fist and tripped him with my leg.
With a loud sound, the bastard fell backward.
"You bastard!"
The fallen Choi Seong-joon got up and charged at me again.
I lightly dodged the sluggishly swinging fist and spoke.
"Seong-joon, your movements are too slow. Try moving faster. You couldn't even catch an ant moving like that."
At my mocking words, Choi Seong-joon's eyes flipped and he rushed at me.
"Argh! Die!"
I dodged lightly and grabbed the back of his head, slamming his face into the desk drawer beside us.
-Bang! Bang! Bang!
I controlled my strength appropriately so he wouldn't die. His face was just covered in blood. Occasionally his groans of pain leaked out, but I didn't pay attention.
I released the hand gripping the back of Choi Seong-joon's head.
Watching the bastard collapse to the floor, I looked around.
Silence fell over the classroom.
Everyone watching, including Kim Hyun-gu and Nam Min-gyu who'd been hit earlier, looked at the collapsed Choi Seong-joon in shock.
"······"
In the silent classroom, someone opened the door and came in.
A male teacher in his fifties entered the quiet classroom. After looking around the silent room once and sensing something was off, he glanced my way once and spoke in a flustered voice.
"...Uh, I forgot something. Just stay quiet for ten minutes, okay."
Saying that, he quickly closed the door again and left the classroom.
I looked around the classroom once after the teacher left. Everyone avoided my eyes and looked down.
I pointed at Kim Hyun-gu and Nam Min-gyu and spoke.
"Hey. Clean this mess up properly."
"...Y-yeah..."
Nervous, Kim Hyun-gu and Nam Min-gyu helped Choi Seong-joon up by both sides and left the classroom. They'd probably go to the hospital.
I stopped caring about the bastards who left the classroom and sat in Choi Seong-joon's seat.
Not long after, the teacher came back into the classroom to start class.
Sitting in the back, I wondered if I had to keep listening to this boring class. Plus, none of the kids were listening either. Most were sleeping on their desks or reading comics.
I decided to play games on my phone.
And after a few days, news that Choi Seong-joon, the second-year boss of the school, had lost a fight spread quickly through the school.
The rumors spread not just among students but to the teachers too.
Choi Seong-joon was notorious as the worst delinquent among Pyunghwa High's second-years. Even the teachers had marked him as a person of interest to prevent trouble, so news that this bastard had been taken down by another student caused an uproar.
***
A few days later, Choi Seong-joon came back to school and charged at me again. I easily stomped the bastard, and when lunchtime came, I approached him and spoke.
"Hey, I'll give you a thousand won. Go buy thirty breads and thirty banana milks, and bring back ten thousand won in change."
"...What? How am I supposed to buy all that with a thousand won..."
"Hey. If I can do it, why can't you? Huh? Seong-joon, want another beating?"
"It's not just my height. I've got some debts to settle with you guys, don't I?"
"You son of a bitch. Looks like you worked out over break, but you're still just a fucking retard!"
"Oh, and don't extort money from other kids to buy them."
"Got it..."
"This bastard's eyes look like he's planning to pocket it no matter what. Hey, you there, come here."
I called over a big, glasses-wearing bastard who'd been quietly sitting and looking at his smartphone.
"Me...?"
"Yeah, come here."
The bastard got up and came over, and I asked his name.
"What's your name?"
"Oh Deok-hoon..."
"Good. Deok-hoon, follow this bastard and watch to make sure he doesn't extort money from kids when buying bread."
"Me?"
"Yeah. If that bastard hits you or anything, tell me and I'll beat him ten times worse for hitting you."
"Got it..."
I spoke while looking at Choi Seong-joon.
"You hear that? If you hit or threaten Deok-hoon, you'll be getting beaten all day?"
"......"
Choi Seong-joon said nothing and left the classroom with Kim Hyun-gu and Nam Min-gyu. And Oh Deok-hoon followed the bastards, watching my expression.
Not long after, all four returned. They brought bags containing thirty breads and milks.
I took them and threw them to the kids in class, telling them to eat. The kids who got free bread and milk were excited as they took them.
Then I took the ten thousand won Choi Seong-joon brought back and gave it to Oh Deok-hoon.
"Hey, this is for your trouble, so use it yourself."
Oh Deok-hoon, receiving the ten thousand won, glanced at Choi Seong-joon and slyly pocketed the money.
"Th-thank you."
Watching this, Choi Seong-joon glared at Oh Deok-hoon with a shit-eating expression.
"You got a problem?"
-grind
"No. No."
Watching Choi Seong-joon answer through gritted teeth, I happily pondered how to torment him best to spread rumors.
I roughly sent away the bastards with shit-eating expressions.
While tormenting Choi Seong-joon and his minions was fun, I wondered if wasting time at school all day was right.
At least I had one more reason to keep coming to school besides Choi Seong-joon.
After lunchtime passed, the teacher entered the classroom for the next class.
Unlike other classes, most of the male students were eye-fucking the female teacher who'd just entered.
At first, I wondered how a beauty like her existed at a school like this. Then I realized I'd spent every break getting beaten and every class sleeping, so how would I have known? And she wasn't my homeroom teacher, so I never saw her.
I was surprised by her beauty again. Wearing a suit that accentuated her figure, her chest looked at least a D-cup or bigger. Along with that, she had a narrow waist and a luscious ass.
She knew how pretty she was, swaying her hips to tempt the male students.
'No wonder the guys are all horny whenever they have this class.'
I wondered how I could fuck that teacher.
***
An Juri, the English teacher at Pyunghwa High School, felt a sense of superiority today under the male gaze.
Honestly, this school had such a bad reputation that when she was first assigned here, she was half-worried, half-terrified. But the students were... kinder? than she expected, so she was managing.
And honestly, she enjoyed the male students' attention.
They were at that age where boys are obsessed with sex, so each one had that look in his eye, like he wanted to do something to her.
But while she enjoyed their attention, she never crossed the line.
She knew how exceptional her looks were.
So she didn't use her body carelessly. Because she needed to save it for the perfect moment to hook the perfect prey.
Men place such value on virginity that she preserved hers to maintain her worth.
'The guy I'm being set up with is a doctor, right? The profession isn't bad, but what does he look like?'
Thinking about the man she'd been set up with, she soon arrived at the classroom she needed to teach.
Looking up, she confirmed the class number again.
Confirming it was Class 2-B, she entered with slight nervousness.
It was a class that gathered some of the worst students at Pyunghwa High. And it was also the class that had been making noise lately.
'Who would have imagined that idiot Choi Seong-joon would end up like that.'
Just thinking about that bastard Choi Seong-joon made her furious. Not only did he confess to her, but he sexually harassed her every class like it was his daily routine, and even tried to secretly film up her skirt with his phone—that crazy bastard.
He was ugly, and his behavior matched his face.
And instead of him, she thought about Geum Tae-yang, the recent talk of the school.
When she first saw Geum Tae-yang, she was surprised by how handsome he was. He was tall, and unlike the skinny kids these days, he wasn't scrawny.
Overall, he had a sharp look, and unlike the other kids, he didn't seem childish at all.
'He also seemed a bit dangerous.'
She entered, receiving the piercing gazes of the male students and the resentful looks of the female students.
She roughly ignored the girls' stares and started the lesson.
Honestly, none of the kids here were actually listening to the lesson. Whenever she turned to the board, the heated gazes she felt weren't on the English written there—they were on her body.
Whenever she received such intense attention from the men, she felt a tingle in her lower abdomen.
Enjoying this attention during class had become a new hobby. And today, she felt like she needed to release the sexual desire building up from this hobby.
'Should I film one today and upload it?'