1st in Class Hides Regression - Chapter 60

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Ranked 1st in School Hides Her Regression
Episode 60
Fourth period. Unless you’ve lost your mind.
“Kang Da-hye. About our costume. What do you think of doing it like this? We dress him up in a pure scholar style, and then…… we rip it to shreds.”
What on earth is a ‘pure scholar’ supposed to look like?
“It’s not like we’ll wear it again anyway, right? Let’s be bold and tear the whole thing.”
“Fine. Let’s do it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. It’s not like I’m the one wearing it anyway.”
Jung Eun-seong is the one wearing it.
I drew a circle in red pen on the sketch Bang Eun-ji held out. It looked like she’d dashed it off on a notebook page with a three-color ballpoint pen, but her skill was considerable.
This girl could make it in this field if she wanted to.
“Why don’t you show it to the others?”
“I’m planning to redraw it cleanly before I show them. Right now I’m too embarrassed.”
“Why? You drew it really well.”
“That’s complete nonsense.”
Bang Eun-ji lengthened her philtrum and bit back laughter as she flipped open her notebook. She pulled colored pencils out of her pencil case one by one, organized by type, apparently ready to get serious about it.
I peered over her shoulder at her drawing and asked.
“But do you think you can make all of this by yourself? Don’t you think you’ll need help?”
“Nope. It’s easier to do it alone.”
“It seems like it might be too much for you…”
“Nah. My hands are crazy fast. I shortened Song Yeor-eum’s pants for her in a day, remember? And when she got bigger and couldn’t fit into her shorts anymore, I even converted them into a skirt for her.”
“Oh.”
“If you want your school uniform taken in too, just say the word, Kang Da-hye.”
Bang Eun-ji said this while tapping the skirt she’d hemmed so much I doubted you could even climb stairs in it. I laughed it off and declined.
“I don’t want to have my school uniform taken in.”
I already think our uniform fits me perfectly as is.
Especially the summer version. It’s basically a crop top. How am I supposed to study sitting down all day in something like that?
And what’s the deal with the tinted pockets that only girls’ uniforms have?
Boys’ uniforms don’t have them, only girls’ do. Does anyone really not understand what message adding tinted pockets to girls’ uniforms sends to growing teenagers?!
When I’m older, I swear I won’t become the kind of adult who thinks they’re being clever by adding tinted pockets to school uniforms.
That’s the truth.
I’m a dinosaur.
Dinosaur Kang Da-hye looked at Bang Eun-ji sketching with a disapproving eye.
The last Drama Club session before the midterm exam. We were studying on our own thanks to Lee Mongyong’s consideration.
“But aren’t you studying, Bang Eun-ji?”
“I can’t study. I’m thickheaded.”
“You’re not thickheaded.”
“No, I am. I got a two in math.”
“That’s just not being good at math. I told you already. From what I can see, your mind isn’t dull at all.”
I tapped her notebook, which held her designs, as I said this.
“If your mind were truly dull, you couldn’t pull off this kind of sensibility.”
“Still, I’m terrible at studying though~?”
“If everyone was good at studying, what would I eat and live on? I’m the one who’s only good at studying.”
I flipped through the notebook Bang Eun-ji had pushed toward me.
Some pages seemed a bit too loud to my eye, and others were slightly tacky, but that was just because I had eyes from the future. She definitely had her own style.
“You could totally run an online shopping mall later and make a killing.”
Since you’ve now diverged from the predetermined ending of High Teen Parents, you can do anything now.
But before that.
I grabbed a pen with a snap.
“What we’re learning in high school right now is common sense. Even if you become a successful shopping mall owner later, you need to know this much to function properly as a member of society.”
Later, when you’re at a bar with friends watching the news and everyone else is chiming in, don’t be the only one who doesn’t understand and say things like ‘What’s an impeachment? Does Britain not have a president?’
I still haven’t forgotten that you thought Gyeongsang Province was north of Seoul!
“Study, study. You don’t need to be good at it. Just try hard.”
“Ugh, you’re such a nag.”
“Take it to heart. Every word of it becomes your flesh and blood.”
“Auuugh…”
Bang Eun-ji buried her forehead on the desk in mock agony. I waited until she lifted her head, then slid a textbook underneath.
“Are you done expressing your suffering? Now let’s study.”
“You’re relentless, Kang Da.”
Ji-su, who’d been memorizing vocabulary across from me, laughed and jumped into the conversation. Glancing at the English textbook I’d spread open, he asked.
“Think you’ll rank first again this time?”
“Doesn’t look like it… but I’ll try anyway.”
“You’ve been so busy with stuff lately, I figured you couldn’t study much.”
“Not really.”
Actually, my pure study time had increased since the regression.
‘If I wasn’t uselessly chasing after Seo Jae-gyeom, stalking his social media, reviewing dozens of pointless text messages, only to have my carefully maintained “1” disappear the moment he replied, leaving me embarrassed, and then spending a hundred minutes obsessing over a ten-second hallway conversation at school…’
Anyway, I had plenty of time to study.
“I could pass any other subject right now, no problem. Math is the real issue.”
“Math? You’re good at math.”
“I’m generally fine with everything… but this time, math is the crucial one.”
It wasn’t easy to recover in a few months what I’d forgotten over ten years. Especially not while studying everything else simultaneously.
The Midterm Exam was next week.
After that came Sports Day.
Then before long, the Final Exam again.
‘I think something happened in the class around this time.’
I couldn’t remember what.
“So math is really the key, huh.”
Ji-su nodded and laughed.
“How’d you manage to study everything while doing so much? That’s impressive.”
Ji-su made a mock-crying gesture about still having mountains of vocabulary to memorize, then suddenly clapped his hands. “Oh, hey!”
“My cram school is doing a Midterm Exam prep intensive this weekend—all day long. But Seo Jae-gyeom isn’t going.”
“He doesn’t have to?”
“That’s what I’m wondering. Is he doing something else?”
I happened to know something about this, so I mentioned it.
“He said he’d be studying at the Library.”
“The Library?”
“Yeah. He came once before and seemed to like it.”
“You’ve run into Seo Jae-gyeom at the Library?”
“Not ran into exactly—just crossed paths. Once.”
“I see.”
“Hmm.”
You know who that uncomfortable-sounding throat-clearing came from without me saying it, right? Jung Eun-seong.
Jung Eun-seong, whose eyes were slightly swollen from crying earlier, had picked up on Ji-su and me talking about Seo Jae-gyeom and was now making his displeasure obvious.
For the record, Jung Eun-seong was crying during Modern History.
We were learning about the 1900s when I heard sniffling and looked over to find it was Jung Eun-seong.
Whether he was trying to take notes or just couldn’t help it, he was holding a highlighter with tears streaming down his face.
I’m in the first group and he’s in the fourth, but I could hear every sniffle and snort. At that point it wasn’t sniffling anymore—it was sobbing.
‘Plenty of students get red-eyed during Modern History and stare daggers at their textbooks.’
But Jung Eun-seong was genuinely wailing. If someone didn’t know better, they’d think Jung Eun-seong had written some tragic historical lament.
Park Su-hwan and his crowd would’ve teased any other boy about it, but with Jung Eun-seong’s build, nobody said a word.
The girls seemed a bit startled by this unexpected side of him.
But the real shock came next.
The teacher laughed awkwardly and said,
‘Well, Jung Eun-seong! A man only cries three times in his whole life!’
That’s what she said.
And you know what Jung Eun-seong answered?
‘I don’t have parents, so I have nothing to cry about. So it’s fine if I cry now.’
……
Yeah. Jung Eun-seong said that.
I still don’t know if it was meant as a joke or if he was serious.
‘Come to think of it. That time when Eun-seong and I got trapped in the Prop Room.’
When Jung Eun-seong jumped from the second floor and was limping, I worried about him, and he…
‘Wouldn’t it have been better to just wait for my parents to come?!!!!!’
‘I’d need them to exist first.’
‘Back then the situation was urgent, so I didn’t process what he was saying.’
Now, back in the present Drama Club room.
I glanced at Jung Eun-seong, who had turned serious and was now staring at his Modern History textbook.
While I was watching, his eyes began to redden again, and tears welled up. Oh no, oh no, oh no.
“We… we gained Independence……”
It’s a happy ending, so don’t cry…….
“Want to use this instead?”
I dug through my pocket and pulled out a single square of tissue I’d torn off in the Restroom earlier.
“Fair warning—I already used it to wipe my nose.”
Jung Eun-seong, who’d accepted it with a sniffle, immediately tossed the tissue aside.
That’s harsh.
Jung Eun-seong stared at the ceiling and let out a long breath, then called my name.
“Kang Da-hye.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s go to the Canteen.”
“…Now?”
Even if it’s self-study, it’s still class time.
I glanced at Lee Mongyong, who was sitting in front of the desk reading a book. At that, Eun-seong suddenly raised his hand.
“Teacher.”
“Yes?”
“I was studying Modern History and got so frustrated I was wondering—could I just go buy an ice cream and come back?”
…….
Is he out of his mind?
Class 2-2 Girls Group >.<
Gyeong Se-in
Eun-seong's crying is so cute though ㅠ
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Ye Su-a
Who made our Eun-seong cry—I'm staging an independence movement right now
Threw a lunch box
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Kim Ga-eun
Lunch box bomb
Lunch box nom nom
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14:55
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

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