1st in Class Hides Regression - Chapter 68

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Ranked 1st in School Hides Her Regression
Episode 68
“Stop it, Seo Jae-gyeom! What are you doing?!”
Dok-seo, startled, rushed to stop him.
“Ugh!”
“Stop! Stop! Don’t you see the teacher is right here?!”
Dok-seo ran over and yanked Seo Jae-gyeom away from Park Soo-hwan, pulling him back so forcefully that in the brief struggle, a vivid red mark appeared on Park Soo-hwan’s forehead.
“Let go! Seo Jae-gyeom, let go! How dare you in the middle of class, right in front of the teacher!”
Though Seo Jae-gyeom was forced to step back—he couldn’t bring himself to actually resist someone half his size—his glare at Park Soo-hwan remained relentless, his face flushed crimson all the way to his neck.
“Park Soo-hwan. I’m going to kill you.”
“Seo Jae-gyeom!”
Dok-seo dragged him all the way to the locker, positioning herself between the two of them with her entire body.
“What on earth is wrong with you all of a sudden?!”
Dok-seo, her expression wild enough to make her scream, pressed him for an answer.
“You’re not going to say anything?!”
……
Seo Jae-gyeom remained silent.
In the quiet classroom, only Park Soo-hwan’s sobbing echoed.
“This won’t do. Seo Jae-gyeom, come with me. Class rep, keep everyone quiet.”
“Yes….”
“Someone take Soo-hwan to the infirmary.”
“Yes.”
She looked toward Do Ha-jun in the third row, who was frozen in place, eyes wide and rigid—until Do-yeon nudged him, and he shuffled over to help Park Soo-hwan up.
She turned her gaze back to Seo Jae-gyeom, still seething and grinding his teeth.
When their eyes met, Seo Jae-gyeom looked away first.
Only after Dok-seo had taken him out of sight did the other students begin to murmur.
“What was that….”
“Wow. Scared me half to death.”
“But what was it about? Why mention a tip?”
“It didn’t sound friendly.”
“This is so frustrating.”
Everyone had caught that when Park Soo-hwan called me “sister,” Seo Jae-gyeom’s reaction made it clear he meant it as mockery.
The girls grew sharper in their questioning.
“I don’t know.”
“We don’t know.”
The boys deflected with uncomfortable expressions.
Jung Eun-seong, who’d been jolted awake by the commotion, heard the story from his desk mate and his expression hardened. But even Jung Eun-seong seemed lost—he didn’t know what the “sister,” “apple juice,” and “tip” were supposed to mean either.
“So what does that even mean?”
……
That’s exactly why we’re all sitting here confused.
When Seo Jae-gyeom returned to the classroom a while later, he was still seething.
Though he often sulked or snapped, genuine anger from him was rare—and now, staring at his furious face, the class held its breath.
I looked up at him as he walked back to his seat.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Where’s that bastard Park Soo-hwan?”
“He left early. Crying.”
“I was going to kill him when he came back.”
“…He told the homeroom teacher it was just friends fighting, that he didn’t want you to get in trouble.”
“Huh.”
Seo Jae-gyeom let out a bitter laugh.
I felt the same way. Park Soo-hwan always knew exactly how to grovel in front of someone stronger than him.
I looked up at Seo Jae-gyeom, who still wasn’t sitting down.
“Aren’t you going to sit?”
“No.”
Seo Jae-gyeom scratched the back of his head and grabbed his school bag.
“I’m leaving early too.”
“…Why?”
“I don’t want to be here.”
“…Before you go, will you at least explain what that was about?”
“…I don’t want to.”
“They say he does the same thing to Yeon-hee.”
“Just forget it. They won’t ever say that kind of crap to you again.”
Seo Jae-gyeom spoke curtly and left his seat without so much as a goodbye, moving so fast he reached the back door in a heartbeat.
I called after him as he retreated like someone fleeing a scene.
“Seo Jae-gyeom.”
“…What now.”
“I know you took my side. Thank you.”
……
Without a word, Seo Jae-gyeom left the classroom.
He even opened the back door wide on his way out. Good grief.
But despite Seo Jae-gyeom’s efforts, I learned the next day what “apple juice sister Kang Da-hye” (long story) meant.
Grade 2 Class 2 Girls Only >.<
Yu Jin-ha
Holy sh*t
I figured it out
22:01
Gyeong Se-in
WHAT THE—!
22:01
“What?!”
“Are they insane?!”
The next day. During PE class, the boys were told to play soccer and the girls dodgeball, with just one ball thrown our way before the teacher went off to tend to other business.
Thirteen girls from Grade 2 Class 2 gathered at the Wisteria Bench, centered around the friend who’d posted in the group chat the night before.
With tall Su-ah keeping watch over the area, what the friend revealed was this:
“Park Soo-hwan and Do Ha-jun—those guys carry videos of Serengeti broadcast jockeys on a USB and watch them on our class computer every lunch period.”
“What?”
“What is that?”
As my confused friends exchanged glances, I—having come from the future—pressed my palm to my forehead.
After a brief explanation,
“Wow.”
“Wow.”
my friends exhaled in disbelief.
How far can standards possibly fall?
“Those guys were always like that. Back in first year of middle school, when the boys’ class had a projector, they straight-up showed videos of female broadcast jockeys dancing and got caught by the teacher and beaten for it.”
“Damn…”
Middle school habits carrying into second year of high school.
They had fun with it back then, so why not do it again now?
Must be twice as entertaining now that there are girls in the class.
Or maybe they’ve been doing it every year and just got caught this time?
“How did you find out about it?”
“Lee Seo-jun told me.”
Lee Seo-jun was the one who’d recommended me during the class president elections. Ranked 30th in the entire school.
“She takes private lessons in a group with me. We live in the same apartment, so we go together after. I cornered her and grilled her about it.”
“So what you said about ‘sister’…”
“Yeah… right. Broadcast jockeys with the same names as Kang Da-hye and Yeon-hee. Apparently, tips are a kind of currency—when someone sends them, the broadcast jockey calls out their name and does whatever mission they request.”
“What?”
“Are they insane?”
All thirteen girls swore in unison.
Yeon-hee, shaken by the revelation, covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.
No wonder she was crying.
Classmates she saw every single day at school—and here they were, behind her back, mocking her like that.
‘No. Not behind her back. Right out in the open.’
How thrilled they must’ve been, watching her confused expression, not understanding a thing.
If they were this bold in front of her, what on earth were they saying when she wasn’t around?
That was the moment my last shred of basic trust in humanity shattered.
Me? I’m fine, whatever.
‘Twenty-nine years old from the future—nothing really shocks me anymore.’
No shame, no embarrassment, just pure rage.
I’ve seen every kind of mess in my life, built up immunity to this kind of thing—and that made me even angrier!
“Kang Da-hye, are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
I nodded and rolled my head.
‘Seo Jae-gyeom had every right to be angry.’
I understood now why he’d kept his mouth shut so tightly during the teacher’s interrogation, refusing to speak no matter what.
‘If I’d told the truth, I wouldn’t have gotten in trouble.’
I thought of Seo Jae-gyeom, who hadn’t come to school today after leaving early yesterday.
Park Soo-hwan? That bastard’s alive and well, still running his mouth over there. He’s even bolder now that Seo Jae-gyeom isn’t around.
‘Maybe I should send him a message first.’
“Man, this is seriously disgusting…….”
“Aren’t they perverts?”
“This is sexual harassment, right? I mean, what did Kang Da-hye and Yeon-hee ever do to them? Why are they doing this? Don’t they feel any guilt?”
“They’re just….”
I patted Yeon-hee’s trembling shoulder and picked up the thought.
“It bothers them that I’m beating them. So they mock us to vent their frustration. You know — that kind of psychology, right?”
“But what about Yeon-hee?”
“Bad luck. Those guys have no guilt, no conscience, none of that. They don’t even believe in loyalty to classmates — obviously. They just mock anyone they notice. That’s all.”
“Should we tell the homeroom teacher?”
“But if they deny it, that’s the end of it, isn’t it?”
“Should we catch them in the act?”
“Bring the teacher over while they’re glued to the computer screen?”
“Would the timing even work out?”
“God, I’m starting to hate all boys.”
“Me too. I hope we get separate classes by third year.”
“Who knows what nicknames they’re calling us behind our backs?”
“We should be looking through their chat logs.”
I sat among my friends’ indignation, lost in thought, tapping my thigh.
Every lunch period. That’s what I’d been watching.
Every single lunch period.
“If we let this slide now, they’ll keep doing it in class all year long.”
That’s right.
“It feels like such a betrayal. To them, we’re not even friends, are we?”
“I didn’t like them either, obviously, but at least I treated them like classmates, you know? And this is what we get back.”
“I thought I was the only one treating them like human beings.”
“I’ve just lost all trust in them.”
Exactly.
Watching my friends burn with anger, I made up my mind.
Bringing this problem into the open and shattering the class atmosphere?
I don’t care.
We didn’t shatter it — they did.
As class president, I can’t stand for this kind of behavior in a sacred classroom.
Eighteen-year-olds developing young — if we let sexual harassment like this slide, it becomes normalized.
‘The question is how to handle it.’
Brain, come up with a strategy for once. Don’t just be good at studying.
“…Hey, you guys.”
I opened my mouth slowly, my eyes on Yeon-hee, who was sniffling.
“Should we make this problem a really big deal?”

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