1st in Class Hides Regression - Chapter 83

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Ranked 1st in School
Hiding the Regression
Chapter 83
Do Ha-jun
Kang Da-hye, what are you doing?
02:00
Do Ha-jun—why is this bastard texting me?
At two in the morning, no less.
Did he forget what he did to me?
Screw him.
I zipped up the hoodie draped over my gym clothes and looked up at the school gates.
[GoGoGo High School 26th Annual Unity Sports Day]
I’d expected the sports field to be strung with flags and blasting calisthenics music, but it was quiet.
The field itself sat empty.
With the heat bearing down, parents filed complaints about the students suffering, so this year’s sports day was being held inside the gymnasium instead.
The trucks that usually lined the school entrance—selling cotton candy and fish cakes—had been chased away by the complaints too.
Well, there’s one truck.
A Coffee Truck sent by Jung Eun-seong’s fans.
So Jung Eun-seong had recently filmed a promotional video for his agency’s global audition, right? (Not that I went looking for it—someone in our class’s female group chat posted it.)
A life-sized photo from that shoot was hanging on the side of the truck.
‘Please tell me this isn’t from those sasaengs from back then.’
Do sasaengs even send Coffee Trucks? Who knows.
‘They’ve unloaded every kind of milk. Low-fat, fat-free, the whole range.’
I admired the variety and headed into the gymnasium.
“Da-hye!”
The Physical Education Teacher spotted me from a distance, a whistle looped around his neck and a weird sun cap on his head, and waved his hand up high. Beside him stood the Geography Teacher sipping a canned coffee and Lee Mong-ryong, the Drama Club advisor, dressed more casually than usual.
‘He’s tall.’
He’s in his early thirties, but looking at that smiling face, he could pass for a college student.
I’m not even twenty-nine yet, and my hair’s already starting to thin at the crown. I found myself thinking of my old university classmates—people who hadn’t even hit thirty but had changed drastically since their college days.
“?!”
Then I spotted our class’s section in the bleachers and gasped.
Park Su-hwan and Jang Ji-won were plastered together.
Arms linked, stuck tight—Park Su-hwan was patting Jang Ji-won’s head affectionately, as if he were adorable, and they were nearly the same height.
To manage that gesture, Park Su-hwan had stretched his upper body as much as he could while Jang Ji-won had done his best to hunch his shoulders.
“What… what is that?”
I grabbed Ga-eun as she approached and asked. When she looked at what I was pointing at, her face twisted into something like a retch.
“They’re dating.”
“What?!”
I reacted with shock. Ga-eun nodded with a rotten smile on her face.
They’ve gone insane.
Completely insane!
In twenty-nine years, treating her best friend like some Serengeti streamer, and now this girl goes and dates the guy who got caught—Jang Ji-won is the first to ever do it!
Reality is wilder than any drama!
Why do writers even write novels?!
Just look at Jang Ji-won!
I snatched the Grape Slushi Ga-eun was holding and chugged it. I was patting my chest when the Homeroom Teacher approached.
“You kids!”
He held a Soteok-soteok in one hand and a sugar-dusted Mozzarella Hot Dog in the other. He looked excited for once, pointing to a corner with his hot dog.
“Go over there and have the Tonkatsu Sandwich, Dak-gangjeong, and hot dogs! Seo Jae-gyeom’s mother—or rather, an anonymous parent—is treating!”
“But you already told us who it was, sir.”
“Oh!”
“I’ll keep it a secret for you.”
“Thanks! But what is that?!”
The Homeroom Teacher, mid-chew on the cheese, widened his eyes when he saw Jang Ji-won practically sitting on Park Su-hwan’s lap now.
“How is that much skinship getting past review?!”
“I’ll tell Seo Jae-gyeom to pull them apart.”
I caught Seo Jae-gyeom’s eye at just the right moment, pointed at Jang Ji-won and Park Su-hwan, and headed toward the bleachers.
Do Ha-jun, sitting alone in a corner, caught my eye and gave a little wave.
I ignored him and glanced around.
Let’s see. Do-yeon over there braiding Se-in’s hair. Su-a next to her stretching. Yeon-hee staring at Jang Ji-won with her mouth hanging open.
Jung Eun-seong… he’s dozing off over there.
By the way, Jung Eun-seong isn’t competing in any events today. He’s been busy with audition footage and other things lately, so it was uncertain whether he could even make it to school today.
I noticed kids from other classes sitting nearby craning their necks to catch glimpses of Jung Eun-seong and Seo Jae-gyeom.
“But why didn’t we sit in order—Class 1, 2, 3—instead of splitting up like this?”
Class 4 is sitting next to our class, Class 2. I looked around for Classes 1 and 3 and found them in the bleachers across the way.
Did they divide us into teams? I tilted my head in confusion.
“We’re divided into Odd Classes vs Even Classes for the competition.”
Ji-su, approaching from behind, linked her arm through mine.
“Odd classes are the Red Team, even classes are the Blue Team.”
“…Why are the team names like that?”
“Because our school is GoGoGo High School, and the school flower is the lotus?”
“Oh….”
They really know how to make connections.
“So this match is the Yeon-Go Match, right?”
“It’d be the Go-Yeon Match.”
“Yeon-Go Match.”
“Go-Yeon Match.”
“Yeon-Go Match.”
“Fine. Let’s go with Yeon-Go Match. The match where the Red Team struggles.”
“…Then what’s the Go-Yeon Match?”
“The match where the Blue Team wins in a streak.”
“What nonsense.”
Ji-su laughed at how ridiculous it was, then gave me a meaningful once-over.
“You seem confident about winning.”
“Of course?”
I answered boldly, and she broke into delighted laughter. Her cheeks dimpled as her broad smile spread—as always, angelic.
“Good. Then give it your all.”
The championship prize is nice too. I think you’ll like it! Ji-su said that and disappeared into the Red Team bleachers.
‘The championship prize.’
They’re giving out Cultural Product Vouchers.
Alright. Even if I can’t win the MVP Award or Popularity Award today, I’ll aim for a relay first-place prize, or at least the Cheering Award.
I lit up with determination and called over the Blue Team class officers and vice officers.
Seo Jae-gyeom, seeing my gesture, stopped pestering Park Su-hwan and walked over with a flag in hand.
The moment he stepped out with just the flag, cheers erupted from the freshmen section.
“What’s that?”
“They told me to handle the flags.”
“Makes sense….”
Just Seo Jae-gyeom holding that flag makes the whole thing look good. Everyone seemed to think so—the other class officers’ lips curved upward too.
“Is there no beauty contest between the flag carriers?”
“We’ve already won.”
“Don’t talk—focus. This is Kang Da-hye we’re talking about.”
Seo Jae-gyeom, having planted the massive flag—nearly two meters tall—against the ground, leaned against the flagpole and nodded at me.
Thank you.
“Anyone know any cheering techniques, people?”
The Cheering Squad happens to be almost entirely on the Red Team.
“I know one. Wave Motion.”
“Card Section.”
“What about school chants? Da-hye, do you know any?”
“No….”
I don’t know any at all. I shook my head sheepishly, and the Class 4 officer spoke up beside me.
“Apartment?”
“Oh. I know that song!”
I raised my hand confidently. Kids around me chimed in with “Me too!”
“Starlight flows across the bridge we cross~”
“Da-hye loves~ the random game! A par-
Apartment……

“…?”
“…?”
“Da-hye, that’s… not a drinking game, is it…?”
“Sorry….”
I guess I was ahead of my time.
Seo Jae-gyeom chuckled beside me as I stood there embarrassed.
“What else is there.”
“Ring ring, you got a call…?”
“Oh!”
I knew that one too! I clapped my hands enthusiastically along with everyone else. Behind us, Su-a, who was running in the women’s 50-meter dash, was stretching her neck. When Su-a’s eyes met mine, she winked at me.
“Just wait. Your sister’s fast.”
And ten minutes later.
[Score Board]
Blue : 10
Red : 0
30 minutes later.
[Score Board]
Red : 55
Blue : 50
1 hour later.
[Score Board]
Red : 100
Blue : 50
2 hours later.
[Score Board]
Red : 350
Blue : 110
Ji-su
said we could win ><
12:27
…Damn it.
The scoreboard that flipped from Blue-Red to Red-Blue shows no sign of flipping back.
Tug-of-war. Lost.
Balloon pop. Lost.
Balloon burst? Lost.
Group jump rope? We lost that too.
We lost countless other competitions I can't even remember!
Our class lost, fourth period lost, sixth period lost, eighth period lost…… we pretty much lost across the board.
That 100 points was only because Su-a and Seo Jae-gyeom ran the 50-meter dash. The 10 points came from the cheering score.
At first, I thought it didn't matter whether this sports day competition was a loss or a win—just enjoy it and move on.
'But somehow I'm getting way too into this.'
And I need those Cultural Product Vouchers! I have to buy a Problem Book!
Unlike you guys who can buy them with pocket money even without vouchers, I genuinely need them!
I glanced over and noticed even the homeroom teachers had gotten pulled in—their faces were all flushed.
I could see Se-in, who'd been cheering until her voice was hoarse, collapse flat on her back.
"Haha… Se-in got way too into it too……."
So did I…….
I've got something to say. I've got something I want to complain about. Come gripe with me.
You have no idea how dirty the Red Team played earlier!

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