1st in Class Hides Regression - Chapter 79

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Ranked 1st in School Hides Her Regression
Episode 79
“Sorry, sorry. I’ll remember this time.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re really going to remember?”
Ji-su kept seeking reassurance, but the Intern Teacher only laughed.
‘Ji-su almost never pushes this hard on anything.’
In the first place, there was hardly ever a case of people forgetting Ji-su.
I was looking back and forth between the Intern Teacher, who should’ve just given a straightforward answer instead of laughing while Ji-su pleaded, and Ji-su himself, when—
“Kang Da-hye, what are you doing?”
Seo Jae-gyeom approached and positioned himself beside the Intern Teacher, leaning his weight to one side.
Ever since he realized the Intern Teacher was taller than him, he does that whenever he stands next to him.
Seo Jae-gyeom leaning like that is still fairly mild. Jung Eun-seong doesn’t even bother getting up from his seat.
Seo Jae-gyeom, tilted at an angle, scanned the smiling Ji-su with disapproving eyes before speaking abruptly.
“Han Ji-su.”
“Huh?”
“Did you apologize to her?”
“…What?”
“Kang Da-hye suffered because of you. Did you apologize?”
“Hey, come on.”
I grabbed Seo Jae-gyeom’s arm.
“That wasn’t Ji-su’s fault. Ji-su was a victim too.”
“Regardless, you got caught up in trouble because of Han Ji-su. Do you want me to get on my knees and beg? Just offer a polite apology, at least.”
If you bump into someone by accident as you pass, you apologize anyway, Seo Jae-gyeom said sarcastically.
“I know Han Ji-su isn’t at fault. But there’s someone standing right here who was put in a difficult position. I don’t understand why you’re just whining instead of apologizing.”
…….
“Aside from Kang Da-hye, I’ve never heard that you apologized to any of the other students whose messages were leaked.”
…….
Well, that’s not entirely wrong either, but… the one at fault is the person who leaked everything.
Ji-su had no fault at all. A mistake, perhaps, but not a fault.
But is it right for him to call me out like this?
As I stood there at a loss for words, Ji-su, who had been silent beside me, laughed.
“You’re right. I didn’t think of that. Da-hye, I’m sorry.”
“No, I’m fine!”
I waved my hands in startled protest.
Ignoring my reaction, Seo Jae-gyeom turned his arrows toward the Intern Teacher next.
“What are you doing here, sir?”
He looked ready to pick a fight with everyone around. The Intern Teacher, who had ‘looked down’ at Seo Jae-gyeom with a gentle smile, responded leisurely.
“I was talking with Da-hye.”
“About what?”
“Secret.”
…….
Adult man versus boy…
But now, to my eyes, they’re both young.
“Stop and come on.”
I grabbed Seo Jae-gyeom’s arm and dragged him along. I thought he’d resist, but he followed willingly.
We descended the tiered auditorium with wooden benches arranged in straight rows.
As we came down with our arms linked, everyone’s eyes turned toward us.
“Are they dating?”
“Didn’t someone say they broke up?”
“If they’re dating, that’d be huge.”
Well, we’re not dating, so it’s not huge.
“Kang Da-hye, hi!”
“Oh, hi. …Seo Jae-gyeom, why are you glaring at that person?”
“Just looked.”
“They were just saying hello. Stop glaring.”
The murmuring was growing… Whether aware of it or not, Seo Jae-gyeom still wore that sullen expression, and I scolded him.
“Is she your ideal type?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Intern Teacher. What’s your ideal type?”
“What was my ideal type again?”
“Tall, handsome, fit, and not embarrassing to be seen with.”
“Ah.”
I answered immediately.
“No.”
I’m not interested in types like him—the kind who frequent the business school building, who always volunteer for presentations in every class, the kind who seem like they’d be a bit smarmy.
“So what do you think of the Intern Teacher?”
“Ugh.”
“Come on, just say it.”
“No interest. I actively dislike him. A flower without fragrance. Done?”
“Yeah!”
“Then sit down. Let’s start the education.”
I waved Seo Jae-gyeom away and found my own seat.
Today’s Gender Equality Awareness Improvement Education was essentially called because of our class.
I glanced at Park Soo-hwan and the others wearing guilty expressions (which was fair, since they were guilty), and at Jang Ji-won, who seemed out of sorts over her absent husband.
Jung Eun-seong sat between them, drinking milk.
Ever since seeing the Intern Teacher, who’s over 190 centimeters tall, he’s been drinking milk like a madman. What’s remarkable is that it actually seems to be working.
‘At this rate, he’ll need new school uniforms by second semester.’
Doesn’t his stomach hurt from drinking that much milk?
I shook my head, and our eyes met.
“What are y—”
“Yeah, I’m not listening.”
I turned away sharply.
Behind me, I could feel Jung Eun-seong trembling with laughter.
After he snorted, my gaze landed on Ji-su in the adjacent row.
When Ji-su smiled at me, I smiled back.
“Such incidents must never occur again…….”
‘I’ve already done today’s Mock Exam problems and memorized vocabulary.’
I still have to prepare other Performance Assessments and pop quizzes, return books I borrowed from the Library, and there’s so much to do.
I just want to get through the athletic festival and Final Exam and go on break.
I need to catch up on all the math I’ve fallen behind on during the break.
The special lectures at school do help a lot, but…….
‘Mom really doesn’t remember anything? Nothing at all?’
‘Right. Mom didn’t even notice who was coming up behind her.’
‘Did a car hit her?’
‘No. A bicycle.’
‘A bicycle?!’
I shook my head, picturing Mom sweeping and wiping things down with her injured arm, finally getting around to chores she’d put off.
‘Household income is zero. What special lectures? I need to stop hoping.’
I took one once, eleven years ago. This time around, I can do it on my own.
“Without inciting conflict…….”
They should be teaching how to report things, how to gather evidence—instead they’re droning on with useless talk. My gaze drifted to the Music Teacher standing in the corner of the podium, flipping through a PowerPoint Presentation.
I turned to Se-in, who was sitting beside me.
“Doesn’t the Music Teacher look sick?”
“Now that you mention it, maybe he caught a cold?”
Then the friend sitting next to Se-in leaned in, interjecting.
“That student sued the Music Teacher, apparently.”
“Who?”
“You know, that first-year who got caught cheating on the first day of our midterm? The one who threw a mouse at the Music Teacher?”
“That student sued the Music Teacher?”
Wasn’t it the other way around?
“Yeah. Said the Music Teacher made them get zero on the exam.”
“Wow.”
“I heard they demanded damages—100 million won or something.”
“Can they even claim that?”
“Apparently the money wasn’t even the real goal.”
“Then what’s the point?”
“To harass and drain them.”
“That’s insane…….”
That was when it happened.
The Music Teacher, gripping the podium as though about to collapse, suddenly crumpled in his seat.
“Oh! Oh no!”
“Oh! Oh no!”
The other students watching the Music Teacher gasped in unison. The visiting instructor’s passionate speech cut short; every eye snapped toward him.
What were we all doing? Someone had to move!
“Help! Someone help!”
I scrambled to my feet, calling out to the students sitting nearby.
Behind me, Seo Jae-gyeom and Jung Eun-seong were already bolting upright. They threw each other a look of sheer disdain—same thought, different minds—then pushed through the crowd toward the aisle.
The problem was how packed the Auditorium was.
“Sorry, move aside!”
Even with their bulk, the two of them couldn’t shoulder through easily.
“Ow!”
“Kang, are you okay?!”
“Sorry, Jae-gyeom!”
Se-in and I were having just as hard a time.
While panicked students stumbled over our feet, tripping and trampling—utter chaos—the Intern Teacher came sprinting down from the back and scooped up the Music Teacher in one smooth motion.
He lifted the Music Teacher—all 177 centimeters of him—without the slightest strain, then turned to the Geography Teacher who had just arrived.
“I think we need to call an ambulance.”
The School Nurse hurried over and checked the Music Teacher’s breathing and temperature. An ambulance arrived; the Intern Teacher carried him out of the Auditorium on his back.
I remained draped across my neighbor’s lap, watching it all unfold, then awkwardly picked myself up.
“What in the world…”
We finished the Gender Equality Awareness Improvement Education in the unsettled atmosphere and shuffled back to the Classroom.
That’s when the Intern Teacher appeared beside me.
“Junior.”
He spoke to me, having somehow ended up at my side.
“How is the Music Teacher?”
“He’s fine, apparently. Just a sudden dizzy spell from stress that made him collapse. …Though that’s not exactly fine, is it.”
“Yeah…”
“By the way.”
The Intern Teacher gave me a playful look and grumbled.
“I heard you. Calling me a flower without fragrance.”
“Oh.”
He’d overheard that.
“I’m sorry…”
“It’s fine. Everyone I meet for the first time thinks the same. It’s my looks that have nothing to do with my intellect.”
…
Well, honestly, you don’t exactly look like someone who goes to Korea University…
Do Ha-jun said so himself—that students at Korea University would solve quadratic formulas at the club…
The Intern Teacher winked at me as I stared at him uncertainly.
“Maybe once we get closer, you’ll catch the fragrance?”
Why are you like this?

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