Chapter 237: I’m Off to School (5)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 237: I’m Off to School (5)
I’ve got my new smartphone, my uniform is neat… is that everything?
Even though it’s an undercover mission, I feel a strange flutter of excitement at the thought of going to school.
The unfamiliar boy in the mirror is smiling back at me, dressed in a tidy school uniform.
It feels awkward every time I see it.
Just when I thought I’d finally gotten used to the original body owner, I’m in a new one again.
“Are you ready?”
There’s a knock at the door, and a detective in disguise walks in.
“Yes, I’m ready, Mom. And remember, you should speak informally to me.”
“Ah… right. Woo-sung, you should speak informally too, okay?”
The detective playing my mother replies with a small smile.
Seeing how quickly she adapts, she’s got quick wits and good social skills. I thought to myself that the police had made a good choice in personnel as I stepped out of the room.
The house feels unfamiliar because of the concept—I’m a transfer student who just moved near the school like the wind.
The master bedroom is actually an operations room packed with equipment, which makes it feel even more out of place.
Only the living room, kitchen, and my bedroom—the places where people might actually see—have been decorated to look like a normal family home.
Surveillance cameras have been installed all over the front door, the hallway, and around the apartment complex. I don’t even know how many people are stationed in that master bedroom.
“Well then, I’m off to school.”
The detective playing my mother, who was fitting me with a wire, smiles warmly.
She follows me out to see me off, shouting loudly for me to have a good day.
She’s quite experienced, making sure to play the part for the neighbors.
As I walk to school like a normal student, the number of kids commuting increases.
How fresh.
Study hard, kids.
I’m a Taekwondo special admission student, so I don’t have to.
I’m far too high-level a resource to be stuck in school for the entire duration of the academic schedule.
Honestly, if they had told me to attend every single class and mingle with the kids, I would have refused.
Since I’m not the only one undercover at the school anyway, I decided to attend either the morning or afternoon classes and spend the rest of my time on hero activities, clearing dungeons.
It gives the members time to train, allows for constant dungeon raiding, and earns me Relief Activity points. It’s a perfect schedule.
Lee Na-eun worried that I was taking on too much work, but investigating while attending school is nothing.
My only concern is whether my brain, which has grown stiff, will fall asleep during class for the first time in a while.
Meanwhile, the other members will be working hard on the individual training I planned for them.
I created a next-level training regimen for the members who had steeled their resolve after facing powerful foes like Victoria and Spinner.
We climbed the ranks so quickly that we needed time to refine our individual skills, so this worked out well.
If the others follow the training as well as Satomi, they could all grow to be Storm-rank.
Though that’s only if they follow it well.
To be honest, even I’m worried because I set the training level so high.
They’ve shown talent and resolve so far, so I trust them, but I still wonder if they’ll be okay.
I’ll need to set aside some time to oversee their training when I return to the clan.
Lost in thought about how to grow the members, I arrive at the school in no time.
Oh—this school must have a lot of money.
The main gate feels grand, and all the buildings are magnificent.
It’s not even an apartment complex, yet they’ve got a security office right at the gate.
“Hello.”
“Yes, hello. Good morning.”
The security lady smiles brightly and treats me kindly.
With her help, I head to the faculty office, where I see teachers moving about busily.
“Hello, I’m a transfer student starting today. Where is Teacher Yoon Da-jeong’s desk?”
“Oh, hello. You’re quite mature. Teacher Yoon is at the third desk in the back. The one in the ivory sweater.”
I approach the desk the passing teacher pointed out and speak.
“Hello, I’m Jeong Woo-sung. I’m transferring in today.”
Damn—that name sounds cool.
“Huh? Ah~ so you’re Woo-sung. Nice to meet you, I’m Yoon Da-jeong.”
Damn—those tits are incredible.
…Get a grip, man. You’re a student right now.
No, but seriously, those breasts are a foul.
Maybe it’s because of the thick material of the sweater, but Yoon Da-jeong’s chest is even more emphasized.
She has a long, straight hairstyle and an innocent face that reminds me of a Golden Retriever. Her hair hangs down over her chest, but it can’t hide that massive presence.
Even though I’m subtly glancing at her chest, which my eyes keep drifting toward, Yoon Da-jeong doesn’t notice. She just smiles pleasantly and even holds out her hand, saying we should get along.
She seems like the type who’s friendly with her students.
As I shake her soft hand, she beams and stands up.
“I’m glad you came early. Let’s go to the classroom together.”
Following her to the classroom, I memorize the surrounding geography.
I’d looked at the blueprints, but it’s a bit different in person.
“You kids, no running!”
Being at an energetic age, students are running around excitedly since morning.
Yoon Da-jeong gives them a warning, and they behave for a moment in front of her, but as soon as she’s a few meters away, chaos erupts again.
Whoa—I can see her panties.
Since this is a gender-reversed world, it’s mostly the female students who are rowdy.
Their skirts flutter over slender thighs, revealing glimpses of their underwear, but the male students don’t even care.
How can you ignore something so good? Do you guys really have no sex drive?
While I offer my silent thanks to the students for their defenseless displays, Yoon Da-jeong introduces the school as we head to the classroom.
The introduction is exactly what you’d expect.
Our school has a great learning atmosphere, so many students go to prestigious universities; the kids are all kind, so I won’t have any trouble adjusting, and so on…
But excuse me, Teacher, I can’t say it, but I’m actually here to catch drug offenders.
The reality is so different from what you’re saying.
Whether she knows nothing about the drugs or not, Yoon Da-jeong purely insists that the kids are all very kind.
When Yoon Da-jeong leads me into the classroom, the rowdy atmosphere turns quiet, and everyone stares at me.
“Holy shit… he’s insane…”
“Who is he?”
“Doesn’t he look like Yeon-yu-chan?”
That ‘Yeon-yu’ nickname really transcends age and gender.
After silencing the whispering students, Yoon Da-jeong introduces me to the class.
“We have a new friend transferring in today. He’s handsome, right? He’s a Taekwondo special admission student, so he’ll be missing class often, but please be kind to him. Woo-sung, would you like to introduce yourself?”
“I’m Jeong Woo-sung. Nice to meet you.”
After my short introduction, Yoon Da-jeong blinks and keeps looking at me.
What?
“What does Woo-sung like…?”
Yoon Da-jeong asks with an awkward smile, sensing the mood.
Maybe my introduction was too short.
“I like billiards. I play at about a 200 level. Not just straight rail, but three-cushion.”
Since I’m an Awakened, my standards are different from a normal person’s, but no one in my unit was better at billiards than me.
Excluding games where I had to let superiors win, I was practically undefeated, so I have every right to be proud.
“Oh… uh… I see, so Woo-sung likes billiards. Right, it would be nice if we could play together sometime. Everyone, let’s give him a round of applause.”
Yoon Da-jeong still has that awkward smile as she quickly wraps things up.
Actually, I just wanted to say I like games, but since I haven’t played any games since coming here, I wouldn’t have anything to say if someone asked for details.
Do billiards still seem unwholesome to teachers?
If so, the police were right.
Since they expected delinquent kids to be involved, the police told me to act like an iljin.
They said I didn’t need to bully anyone, just to get close to the kids who play around and gather information, but the way they phrased it was so old-fashioned it was pathetic.
Why do they think an athletic student would be a delinquent? In fact, I’ve never even learned Taekwondo, but the police forced that role on me.
When I told them I liked cooking at home, they told me absolutely never to mention that.
So after some thought, I mentioned billiards, and they got all excited, bragging about their own skills before telling me to emphasize that.
I thought it was a stupid idea, but surprisingly, it’s working well.
After Yoon Da-jeong finishes the morning assembly with a bright smile and leaves, students swarm around me.
It’s nice that they’re asking questions and being friendly, but their slang is so ‘new generation’…
They use weird nuances and slang, then laugh, and since I don’t know any of it, I can only laugh along.
“Have you ever heard that you look like Yeon-yu-chan?”
“Yeon-yu-chan… that’s a nickname my uncle hates.”
“…Uncle…? Really? Is Jeong Yeon-woo your uncle?!”
When one boy shouts in surprise, all the kids look at me.
“Yeah, I don’t see him often, but he’s my uncle.”
“Seriously? That’s crazy—I’m a huge Yeon-yu-chan fan! Is it for real?!”
“No, I said he hates being called Yeon-yu-chan…”
“Hey! Woo-sung’s uncle is Yeon-yu-chan!!”
The ‘Yeon-yu-chan’ part didn’t get corrected, but as expected, they’re chattering away and drawing plenty of attention to me.
Being the center of attention like this will surely make some kids pick a fight out of spite or approach me out of interest.
Following the script, I casually scan the room.
Hmm—looks like she’s the one running the class.
A delinquent-looking girl is sitting on a desk, staring at me.
She has the aura of someone who plays around, surrounded by a bunch of lackeys as she strikes a pose.
Ugh, there’s even a gay-looking boy clinging to her side; it makes my eyes want to vomit.
I’m grateful she’s sitting with her legs wide open, showing her panties, but it’s annoying how her group is whispering about me and bursting into laughter.
Aren’t you coming over? If you won’t come to me, I’ll go to you.
While answering the kids around me, I keep observing, and I see the iljin group surrounding and bullying a plain-looking girl.
What should I do?
While I’m debating whether to pick a fight or pretend to join them, the delinquent girl puts her arm around the plain girl’s shoulder and whispers something.
The plain girl looks startled and shakes her head, saying no, but she’s too intimidated to do anything and just cowers.
After getting kicked in the butt, the plain girl glances at the iljin group snickering behind her and then approaches me.
As she approaches, the other kids part like the Red Sea.
Is she a plague victim or something?
Sensing the atmosphere of the kids who are clearly watching the delinquent girl’s reaction, I look up at the plain girl.
“What is it?”
“Uh… well… you see…”
The plain girl hesitates before shouting at the top of her lungs.
“H-Have sex with me!”
“Pwahahaha! That loser actually said it!!”
The delinquent bastards in the back clutch their stomachs and howl with laughter.
Ugh, fucking childish pricks.
Even kindergarten bullies wouldn’t pull a prank this lame.
The plain girl’s face turns beet red with shame as she hangs her head, and I take a moment to look around.
Seeing the other kids subtly smirking, it’s clear she’s the one being ignored and looked down upon in this class.
She probably wasn’t ignored from the start.
Seeing her become the target of the iljin and being constantly bullied, the others probably think she’s an easy target and are desperately praying that she stays in that role so they don’t have to take her place.
“What are you looking at? The loser asked for sex, so go give her your dick. You look like you’d be a pussy-ass good fuck anyway.”
When I stare, the delinquent girl speaks threateningly.
Yep, decided. I’ll just beat them all up first.
I stand up, placing a hand on the shoulder of the plain girl who is still hanging her head.
“Holy shit~ he’s foreplaying! Oooooh~!”
Ignoring the delinquent girl who’s still acting up, I pat the plain girl’s shoulder and ask for her name.
“Come to think of it, I don’t even know your name. What is it?”
“Uh… Hye-ri… Seo Hye-ri…”
“That’s a pretty name.”
“Cut the crap… Whoa!”
CRASH—
The chair I threw flies over the delinquent girl’s head and slams into the floor.
“Hey, you bitch. Where do you get the balls to pick a fight the moment I get here?”
As I approach, tilting my neck, the girl who had ducked and covered her head in a panic stands up, fuming.
“Fuck, this little prick thinks he’s tough?”
“Hey, I’m a Taekwondo special admission student.”
“‘He-ey, I’m a Taekwon-do spe-cial ad-mis-sion stu-dent~’”
Mocking my words, the delinquent girl kicks a desk.
“Acting all tough, huh? You think you’re something just because you’re a bit much for the other boys? You want to get the shit beaten out of you? I’m an egalitarian. I don’t go easy on guys.”
“That’s my line.”
As I approach, the girl suddenly swings a fist.
A punch thrown by an untrained civilian has a wide telegraph and takes too long to land, leaving plenty of openings.
Whoosh—
I lean back slightly, and her fist cuts through the air.
As her fist passes, I step in and land a light jab to her chin before backing off.
Ha, why am I even describing fighting a civilian so seriously?
I should just beat her up.
The delinquent girl, whose head snapped back from the jab, is now huffing with rage.
“Fuck, Taekwondo uses fists these days?”
“Taekwondo Jab.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!”
The girl charges in, so I sidestep and kick her calf.
“Taekwondo Low Kick!”
“Agh!!”
I approach the girl who is limping and holding onto a desk, and I kick her shin.
“Taekwondo Shin-kick!”
When I kick her limping leg, she collapses, and I kick her in the stomach.
“Taekwondo Soccer Kick!”
Leaving the girl rolling on the floor, clutching her stomach and gasping, I look at the rest of the iljin group, whose faces have gone stiff.
“You guys want some too?”
“… …”
“Why aren’t you answering? Silence is a yes.”
“N-No! Not me! I’m not doing it!”
As I approach, a girl with caked-on makeup knocks over a desk as she scrambles to get away.
When one person retreats in terror, the others also scramble to their feet and back away.
“Hey, clean up the classroom. Put the fallen desks and everything back where they belong.”
The delinquents nervously watch me as they start picking up the desks and items scattered on the floor.
I walk over to the girl still rolling on the floor, crouch down, and look down at her.
“What’s your name?”
“Agh… haa… haa…”
“Not in the mood to talk yet? Want to taste another Taekwondo Soccer Kick?”
“Eun-chae! It’s Eun-chae, Go Eun-chae!”
“You don’t even have any guts.”
I thought she’d resist more, but I just pat the head of the pathetically terrified Go Eun-chae and stand up.
Wow—the atmosphere is so quiet and nice.
Is this that ‘quiet pleasure’ Han So-ye used to enjoy?