1st in Class Hides Regression - Chapter 71

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Ranked 1st in School Hides Her Regression
Chapter 71
A slow shake of the head.
Jung Eun-seong turned away toward the classroom, and beside me—frozen—Se In-i and Su-a fought to stifle their laughter.
“Friends… would it be okay if I left my seat first to clear this up?”
“Oh, of course. This definitely needs explaining.”
Go on, hurry. We’ll just stop by the restroom.”
“But Da-hye… can we at least laugh a little…?”
They’re already laughing anyway….
“Eun-seong.”
I caught up with him as he entered the classroom. His arm in my grip, Jung Eun-seong rolled his eyes away from me.
“I heard your thoughts loud and clear on romantic relationships, Kang Da-hye….”
“That wasn’t my opinion though.”
“That you’d think that way… I’m truly disappointed….”
“I said it wasn’t my opinion!”
“Avoid men who only behave well when a woman does things for them….”
“Hey…!”
Look at me!
I grabbed his arm and shook it. He dangled back and forth, and Jung Eun-seong laughed.
“Don’t laugh.”
At my warning, he straightened his face and covered his mouth with his hand.
“Take your hand down.”
A firm shake of refusal.
“I said take it down.”
More vigorous shakes. His eyes curved into crescents with mirth.
“Ugh.”
I dragged him past the passing students and into the classroom.
The first thing I saw was Do Ha-jun’s crowd clustered around the computer desk, giggling among themselves.
Ji-won’s boyfriend noticed me coming in and whispered something to Park Su-hwan. Immediately, all their gazes swung toward me in unison—their expressions as they looked back and forth between Jung Eun-seong and me were sinister.
Since Seo Jae-gyeom caused a scene, people haven’t called me or Yeon-hee “Apple Juice Da-hye” or “Sister” anymore….
But what they were thinking right now was obvious.
The girls who now knew exactly what those guys did down there had half their faces twisted with barely suppressed disgust, the other half twisted with contempt for the doomed future awaiting those boys.
And the boys.
Still pretending not to know.
“What are you doing? You were in the middle of something.”
“……Eun-seong.”
I called to Jung Eun-seong, urging him to look at me instead of wherever his eyes were wandering.
“Those guys call me ‘Apple Juice Da-hye,’ do you know what that means?”
He does.
All the boys know, and they’re all pretending they don’t—how foolish would it be to believe Jung Eun-seong was different.
He knows.
‘I’d be so disappointed.’
If you—who took a taxi the moment something might have happened to me, who ran while carrying me so I wouldn’t miss the exam because I was late—were actually the same kind of person as those boys….
‘Even so,’ they say faith is affection, but
why should I believe that much?
I should fall for someone I can trust from the start.
“Do you know?”
Jung Eun-seong’s expression turned serious at my question.
After deliberating for a while, he answered.
“Because you look like an apple?”
“What are you talking about.”
“Or maybe because you wore that apple hair pin last time.”
“That hair pin belongs to Se In-i….”
“Then I really don’t know. Will you tell me?”
“How would you know anyway. You don’t even have friends.”
I waved my hand dismissively.
“I’ll figure it out.”
“Forget it. Just don’t go asking other kids about it. It’s nothing.”
The operation was right around the corner—I couldn’t afford to scratch at a wound now. I kept waving my hand to tell him to drop it, but ended up smacking the back of Jung Eun-seong’s neck instead. Oops. He frowned and asked.
“Well, I’m curious about something too.”
“What?”
“You’ve been going around asking other kids if their parents are coming Friday. Why didn’t you ask me?”
“…Well.”
“Because I don’t have parents?”
For a moment, I was at a loss for words.
I just froze, staring at him without saying anything.
“What’s with that face?”
Jung Eun-seong laughed softly and reached into his pocket.
“Eat this instead.”
It was a Jetty.
A Jetty—a straw packed with chocolate balls that you stick into milk to make chocolate milk. He pressed just one into my hand without even milk, and spoke.
“I bought a hundred of them online.”
“You bought a hundred but you’re only giving me one?”
“If I give you one at a time, I can use it as an excuse to talk to you a hundred times, right?”
“!”
Seeing me stiffen, Jung Eun-seong turned his head and laughed.
“I’m joking.”
Don’t say things like that.
“Kang Da-hye, you’re not actually falling for me, are you?”
I might be, so stop it.
“No way. You and I right now… we can’t.”
Jung Eun-seong made a motion like he was running away, laughed with a chuckle, and left first. The whole time he was irritatingly good with his movements.
“Ugh, seriously….”
A ban should be put on handsome guys making jokes like that. I shook my head and turned around to head back to my seat.
Back at my desk, Seo Jae-gyeom was watching me with a crooked stare, chin propped up. He’d apparently been watching our whole exchange with Jung Eun-seong, and now he curled his lip, mouth hanging open.
“Enjoying the view?”
“Not doing the problem? The timer’s almost done.”
If you’re not going to solve it, why did you even set the timer?
“The problem right now is the problem?”
“If the problem isn’t the problem, what is?”
“I thought Kang Da-hye had high standards?”
“Are you complimenting yourself right now?”
Remember when I confessed to you? I pulled a toothbrush from my school bag and answered half-heartedly.
“Tch.”
Seo Jae-gyeom pouted and lay down on his desk. I ignored him and started squeezing toothpaste onto the brush.
“…wait.”
“What did you say?”
“I’ll buy you a Banana Milk, so don’t drink the Chocolate Milk. You like Banana Milk anyway.”
“…….”
Actually, I like Coffee Milk best, you guys…….
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“So handsome.”
“The best.”
“Why don’t I have guys like that around me?”
Se In-i clapped her hands together. Her eyes were a hundred percent sincere. Even Do Yeon-i, who seemed like she’d never say something like that, chimed in from beside her.
“I wish guys uglier than him wouldn’t even talk to me.”
What are we doing?
During lunch period, we’ve taken over the classroom computer and are watching music videos of a boy idol group Se In-i likes.
There’s a specific reason we’re doing this.
‘But will those guys try to watch videos during lunch that day too? Won’t they disappear since all the parents are coming?’
‘If they were the type to think that far ahead, wouldn’t they not have gotten the idea of watching that stuff in the classroom in the first place?’
‘I don’t know. I’ve never lived a life that pathetic.’
‘Well, if they can’t watch, make them want to.’
‘How?’
‘Keep them from watching for a while.’
These kids’ brains are already marinated.
If you force them not to watch for a few days, they’ll go crazy trying to see it no matter what. And if we stir up some friendly competition with the girls on top of that, even better.
So these past few days, every lunch period, we’ve been eating our meals at lightning speed and rushing up to hog the computer. Actually, we’ve split into teams—just girls—and held our ground.
And there we stayed, controlling the classroom computer…… playing boy idol videos that the boys absolutely hate.
Music playing. Praising how handsome they are, how cute, lavishing compliments.
“Ah, Se In-i. Keep it down, would you? You think you own the Classroom?”
“What are you talking about? It’s lunch period.”
Whenever that crowd found her irritating and started something with her.
“So what, you’re jealous? Then go get some looks of your own~”
“Or stake a claim on the computer first~”
Tra-la-la.
That was how she’d held the computer for exactly four days—Wednesday through Saturday. And this was the result.
Friday.
School visiting day.
Park Su-hwan’s group, eating lunch with military efficiency, shoved past Se In-i as she pretended to hurry, and bolted up into the Classroom.
“Ow!”
“Hey! Do Ha-jun! You shove people around and don’t even apologize?!”
“Nope~ ask your big brother for help~”
After Park Su-hwan’s group vanished from sight, banging and clattering with glee, the girls in our class who’d been gathered eating lunch all grew stern at once.
Se In-i, who’d been lying there feigning annoyance, immediately hardened her expression and got up.
Su-a pulled a Remote Control from her pocket.
It was the Classroom TV Remote Control she’d borrowed from a friend in Class 7.
“I checked it against Class 1’s TV earlier and it worked. Guess the Remote Control works even on a different class’s TV.”
Those bastards were surprisingly thorough—they’d kept the Remote Control right next to them while they used the computer. So we’d rushed to procure one from another class.
“Is it okay if we use this?”
“Yeah. I explained the situation and they were happy to lend it. They said they’d stop by to watch later.”
“Good, then….”
I craned my neck and peered out past the entrance to the School Cafeteria.
Parents were filing into the School Cafeteria for a tour, following along with their respective class homeroom teachers.
“Who’s got the KakaoTalk Screenshot printout?”
“Me.”
“Just in case, I’ve got one too.”
“Good.”
The operation was beginning.
Players, take the field~^^

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