Chapter 30
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Translator: Wjin
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Emergency Response
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Kangyul headed straight to his room and pulled out his phone.
He immediately sent a message to Jang Deokcheol.
[President: Uncle Jang! Mom's visiting the school tomorrow!]
[Vice President: Madam herself? I'll let the principal know separately.]
The principal would just think it was a routine parent visit since he didn't know the full story anyway. The real problem was that Kangyul didn't have a homeroom teacher.
Given Park Jeong-a's personality, she'd definitely make an appearance even if she skipped the principal—she'd want to meet the homeroom teacher at least.
'What now?'
As Kangyul pondered, someone suddenly came to mind.
[President: Kim Min-a! Can you head to Hwijeong Elementary tomorrow morning?]
[Kim Min-a: The elementary school? Mind if I ask what's up?]
[President: Nothing major. Mom's visiting school tomorrow, and I need someone to play my teacher.]
Kim Min-a went silent for a moment, clearly caught off guard.
'Yeah, no way she'd agree to something this out of the blue...'
[Kim Min-a: Sure thing! What time should I be there? ^^]
Contrary to Kangyul's expectations, Kim Min-a seemed downright excited.
'She wouldn't hold a grudge and say something weird, would she?'
[President: Just be at the front gate by 8 a.m. tomorrow.]
[Kim Min-a: Got it. ^^ See you tomorrow, Kangyul! ♥]
Kangyul paused at the heart in the message.
He considered backing out now, but unfortunately, there were no better options.
'Sigh. Never knew a heart could feel this ominous.'
After sending the message, Kim Min-a's eyes sparkled.
'The president's teacher? Score!'
She'd been playing it cool, but Kim Min-a was dying to know more about Kangyul.
Why he skipped school to run a company, how he'd made all that money, where those endless ideas came from.
'There might be a real boss pulling the strings behind him.'
With her personality, she had to uncover every mystery—and there was no way she'd pass up a chance to play his teacher.
'Now, what to wear? Something prim and proper for a teacher?'
Kim Min-a opened her closet and scanned her clothes.
'Too flashy... hmm, too dowdy.'
Nothing seemed quite right. Then she spotted an outfit she'd bought but never worn.
It was from the day after filming the first episode of "Meerkat's Horror Games"—a stress-relief shopping spree at the department store.
An ivory blouse paired with a peach skirt gave off a neat, fresh student-teacher vibe.
'Clean and perfect.'
Kim Min-a changed into it and checked herself in the mirror.
It matched her light brown hair and wasn't too flashy.
'Cute. This is the one.'
She picked out matching accessories, laid them out, and hopped into bed.
She could hardly wait for her role as President Kangyul's teacher tomorrow.
The next morning.
Kim Min-a woke up two hours earlier than usual, styled her hair meticulously, and applied her makeup with extra care.
A natural no-makeup makeup look, topped off with the outfit—it looked convincingly teacherly.
'Nice. Charm queen Kim Min-a is still alive!'
As she stepped out the door, her phone buzzed.
*Ring!*
[Im Honggyu: Kim Min-a, I'm waiting at the station. I'll drive you to school when you arrive.]
'Huh? Why's he here?'
Im Honggyu was her entry-level colleague at the company, but they'd barely interacted.
Similar age, but he was quiet and stiff.
They'd practiced Sudden Attack together a few times—that was it.
[Kim Min-a: Why you?]
[Im Honggyu: The president said to drive you, just in case.]
[Kim Min-a: Okay. Heading out now.]
She almost said she'd go alone but figured it was fine. No point refusing a ride.
'Is he into me?'
She spotted a car parked at the station with hazard lights on. As she approached, Im Honggyu's face appeared through the window.
Kim Min-a opened the passenger door and slid in.
"Morning. Nice day, huh?"
"Y-yeah, good morning..."
But Im Honggyu's reaction was off.
He trailed off, mouth agape like an idiot, staring blankly at her.
'...What's his deal?'
His cheeks slowly flushed red.
"...Kim Min-a?"
"Yeah? Something on my face?"
"N-no... You're just... so pretty."
"Come on. Just drive already."
Im Honggyu nodded dumbly and started the car in a daze.
Even while driving, he kept sneaking glances.
"Quit staring like you've never seen a girl before. Eyes on the road!"
"S-sorry!"
Kim Min-a snapped, but she didn't mind seeing the usually stoic Im Honggyu all flustered.
'Hmph. Guy's got taste.'
"We're here, Min-a."
"Thanks."
"...Mind if I pick you up later?"
Im Honggyu called out as she got out.
"You that free?"
"I can spare thirty minutes!"
"Eh, we'll see."
Kim Min-a left a little wiggle room and headed through the school gate.
She'd rushed out early, so the grounds were still quiet.
Then a sleek luxury sedan glided up to the school entrance.
It was the president's car—Kim Min-a recognized it.
*Click.*
The door opened, and Kangyul stepped out. But there were two more kids who looked exactly like him.
'Whoa! W-what? Did the president multiply?!'
Kangyul scanned the area for Kim Min-a as soon as he got out of the car.
Luckily, she was standing near the gate.
But her expression was weird.
'What's up with her?'
He followed her gaze to Deokyul and Jiyul and realized why.
Kangyul hurried over, bowed his head as if greeting her, and whispered urgently.
"Kim Min-a, those are my triplet brothers behind me—so snap out of it."
"Oh, got it."
"No formal speech."
"R-right!"
Thankfully, Park Jeong-a was busy greeting Deokyul and Jiyul's teachers and hadn't looked their way.
Kim Min-a shook her head to refocus.
'Here she comes!'
The moment she met Kangyul's mother, it clicked where his adorable looks came from.
'She's gorgeous. Could pass for an actress.'
She was the kind of beauty that would make anyone do a double-take on the street. She didn't look like the mother of three at all—pure class.
"Hello. Are you Kangyul's teacher?"
"Yes. Good morning, ma'am."
Park Jeong-a's eyes quickly sized up Kim Min-a, lingering briefly on her blouse and skirt before moving on.
"Kangyul must love having such a pretty teacher."
"I'm the one who's grateful to have such a smart, cute kid in my class."
Kim Min-a flashed a bright smile and ruffled Kangyul's hair.
It was an act she'd never dreamed of trying normally.
"I'm sorry I haven't visited more often."
"No need. Kangyul's so well-behaved, I feel like I should be the one checking in."
"Hohoho. A young, beautiful, and witty teacher to boot."
'Mom and her are hitting it off surprisingly well.'
Kangyul watched their chat anxiously.
It was about time to wrap up and head to the principal's office, but Park Jeong-a kept going.
"If you're not too busy, how about coffee so we can talk more? Would that be a bother?"
"Coffee?"
Kim Min-a glanced down at Kangyul.
He blinked furiously—no way. But she misunderstood and nodded eagerly.
"Sure, why not? Just for a bit."
"There's a nice café near my shop. Shall we go there? I'll drive."
Park Jeong-a led Kim Min-a to her car.
Kangyul trailed after them, dying inside.
'Does she like Kim Min-a that much? Why coffee now?'
If the conversation dragged on and his bizarre school life slipped out, it was game over for the company—everything.
"Hop in, teacher."
Kim Min-a climbed into the back seat of the luxury car Kangyul had arrived in. Kangyul plopped down beside her.
"Driver Jang, head to the café next to my store."
"Yes, ma'am."
Kim Min-a looked up at the familiar voice and jolted in surprise.
Jang Deokcheol was in the driver's seat.