1st in Class Hides Regression - Chapter 84

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The top student in the entire school
hides a regression
Chapter 84
Incident 1. The Palm Push Game.
It’s where vice class representatives face off and push each other backward with their palms.
The thing is, they do it standing on a platform or something, so if you fall, you’re supposed to land in the balloon pool behind you—you know?
Anyway, our team sent out Seo Jae-gyeom.
But they…
They put out a first-year girl who barely hit 155 centimeters against Seo Jae-gyeom. Wearing shorts.
People who lived in the past know, right? Back then people wore either skinny jeans or hotpants—basically nothing on the bottom! Or if they wanted to be comfortable, they wore skirt-leggings!
“Are they insane?”
The moment Seo Jae-gyeom saw the first-year girl struggling to climb onto the platform, he made a face of utter disgust and forfeited.
He yanked up her uncomfortable shorts and handed her a PE uniform top borrowed from a nearby friend, then shook his head as he walked back down from the stage.
He’d lost, yet the cheers rained down on him.
The Class 3 representative—a member of the Yeon Team—stuck to his side and fawned pathetically.
“Come on, Jae-gyeom, nobody can beat you anyway~ So throwing away this card was just strategy, right? This was all part of the plan~”
“Have some shame.”
We didn’t even get to compete, but lost anyway, yet nobody on our team said anything to Seo Jae-gyeom. A friend from the Drama Club who was also in the Yeon Team told me about it later.
Even though they’d clearly won, they felt like they’d lost.
In the next round, our team’s girl barely beat the 155 first-year, and then the Yeon Team sent out a boy who looked about 180 centimeters tall against her.
Our girl was pushed back in one go, falling backward in an ugly heap, and the Yeon Team boy who beat her threw both his hands up and cheered.
…Wasn’t this basically us winning?
Either way, the Yeon Team took the points.
Incident 2. Group Jump Rope.
“Time to show off the skills I’ve been hiding~”
“You never hid them, though.”
“Fair point.”
Su-a stretched her neck smoothly and headed out front.
By the way, Su-a does sixty consecutive double-Dutch jumps at a time. Tall, good-looking, excellent athlete—the kind who’d be wildly popular at a women’s university.
The other kids who went out with her looked like natural athletes too. I figured we’d win without a problem.
Around the fifteen-jump mark—
“Hey! Look at Su-a’s calves tensing up like that!”
Our school’s Cheering Squad Leader, the one who blasts the OST at full volume every day in the gymnasium for practice—cute with a mischievous streak, popular even at other schools.
That guy let out something in his signature raspy, train-whistle voice.
“You know what I’m saying!”
And rushed out doing some kind of talk-dance.
Wait, is the talk-dance trend still going?!
The Yeon Team’s laughter followed instantly. Su-a stayed composed the whole time, but her friend next to her turned bright red and caught her head in the rope.
Watching the Cheering Squad Leader bouncing around, convinced he’d done his part, with the Yeon Team cheering him on…
‘Is that… cheering?’
That’s just negative strategy, isn’t it?!
I’m getting revenge.
So I played dirty too.
I’d been waiting for when the Cheering Squad Leader came out for Mini Climbing or whatever.
“Is that all the height you’ve got?!”
“You can’t even reach the top when you stretch with all your strength—is that for real?!”
“Come on, reach higher!”
As I was barking this out, Seo Jae-gyeom spit out the drink he was holding. I pointed to him when the Cheering Squad Leader looked my way.
“You don’t even reach this guy’s shoulders, do you?!”
The flustered Cheering Squad Leader grabbed the hold, forgetting to chalk his hands first, and immediately lost his grip and fell.
He was full of mischief when teasing others, but the moment someone poked fun at him, his mental fortitude crumbled instantly.
“Boo-”
Kang Da-hye, how mean! I lifted my chin defiantly at the protesting Yeon Team.
So what. Why. So what. What about it.
Seo Jae-gyeom wiped his chin and spoke.
“Kang Da-hye’s competitive spirit is no joke.”
“Right? I didn’t even know I had it in me.”
But even doing this, we’re still losing.
[Scoreboard]
Yeon Team: 350
Score: 110
‘What am I going to do.’
The remaining events were the Themed Running Race, the Mixed Relay Race, and the Three-Legged Race between the homeroom teacher and class representative…….
‘It’s all running events.’
I’m decent at running, so that’s fine.
The problem is that our ace, Seo Jae-gyeom, has already exceeded the number of events one person can compete in.
Do Ha-jun
doesn’t look happy lol
12:49
Already irritated, I ignored Do Ha-jun’s kakaotalk and scanned the spectator seating.
Students who’d finished lunch were trickling back to their seats one by one.
Our class, already half-resigned to defeat, wore apathetic expressions as I addressed them.
“Listen, don’t worry. If we win all the remaining events, a comeback is possible.”
“Like that’s going to happen….”
“If it really seems impossible, then I will.”
“You will?”
“I’ll go first and sing for us.”
A kind of sonic attack. I said it with grave solemnity. Ga-eun’s expression grew troubled as she scratched her arm.
“Da-hye, but then we can’t run either…….”
Seo Jae-gyeom, who’d been pouring Cider and Big Cas into an ice bucket beside me, spun around. His shoulders shook as if he were laughing. When I glared at him and he coughed awkwardly, he bellowed toward the spectator seating.
“Hey! If you don’t try hard, Kang Da-hye will sing!”
“What?! That can’t happen!”
“Hey! Get your heads in the game! Kang Da-hye’s going to sing!”
“Why why?”
Within moments, rumors about my singing had spread even to the neighboring class, who had no idea what was going on.
“We must win.”
“Please. I can’t hear Da-hye sing twice.”
So that’s what it took…….
Seo Jae-gyeom approached with a lingering smile and grabbed my shoulders from behind, turning me to face the opposite side of the spectator seating.
“If it really doesn’t work out, go up on stage, grab the mic, and sing. When everyone’s passed out, we’ll fix the scoreboard.”
This was practically like treating me as a Mandrake from Harry Potter…….
-Alright, now~ the Themed Running Race! We’re starting~ Two representatives from each team! Come forward~
“You’re going, right, Kang Da-hye? You’ll do great.”
“Yeah.”
I took a sip of the iced Big Cas with Cider that Seo Jae-gyeom had poured into a straw and headed down to the field.
“You’re running too, Ji-su?”
“Yeah!”
From the Yeon Team came Ji-su and the Cheering Squad Leader who’d gone after me earlier. From our team, there was me and one first-year boy whose name I didn’t know.
“Da-hye, how can you do this. We’re already losing to me.”
“We’re going to win from here on.”
I stood before the stage with blazing resolve.
Themed Running Race.
The game worked like this: students had to link arms with their homeroom teacher and run while singing, or go fetch a disliked teacher, or bring red shoes—performing missions announced by the announcer—and then return to the stage.
‘I’m winning no matter what.’
If the mission was ‘bring someone who matches your ideal type’ and Do Ha-jun was the only person in sight, I’d grab Do Ha-jun and win anyway!
Since the regression and living so intensely, I’d lost weight. I rolled up one leg of my gym pants to the knee—they were fluttering awkwardly as they hung loose.
“Let’s go!”
The PE Teacher, looking more excited than I’d ever seen him, danced alone for a moment before pulling a slip of paper from the mission box.
“Ah, this one’s not easy~”
What is it!
“Drum roll~”
Tell me!
“Bring someone handsome enough for everyone at our High School to recognize! But—the announcer is excluded!”
“?!”
There aren’t many people who fit that!
When I turned around, my eyes met Jung Eun-seong’s first—but he was way too far!
He was sitting all the way in the back. Why!
“Kang Da-hye!”
I ran toward Seo Jae-gyeom, who was already standing as if it were obvious. I grabbed his hand as he bounded down the spectator seating stairs three at a time.
“Let’s go!”
“Hey! Your timing is perfect!”
The PE Teacher cheered when he saw us climb onto the stage in less than ten seconds, striking the bell next to the mission box with a loud clang.
A moment later, Ji-su brought up our class’s teaching assistant.
“Why did you come up here too!”
“What do you mean?”
The teaching assistant, looking confused, glanced back and forth between Ji-su and me.
“Oh~ You’re on a different team?”
“Ugh!”
Traitor.
Soon the Yeon Team’s Cheering Squad Leader brought Yi Mong-ryong up as well. When he saw me glaring at him, the teacher smiled with his eyes.
“Sorry about that.”
For the record, our team’s first-year boy brought the Principal. Jeers rained down.
“Ooh….”
“Ahh….”
The younger teachers’ timid jeers, muffled among the students, went silent the moment the Principal’s eyes widened.
“Well, the Principal is certainly admirable.”
He’s the school’s finest-looking man. The PE Teacher gave a thumbs-up with servile enthusiasm.
“…The earth still turns, though.”
I pretended not to hear Yi Mong-ryong’s quiet murmur.
“Well~ Among the people up here, excluding the Principal, I don’t think there’s anyone quite as handsome as me~”
The PE Teacher surveyed the row of good-looking men as though appraising them.
“Now then! This is the moment to prove your handsomeness! In other words—charm unleashed! Since our nation is the land of propriety and courtesy, we should start with the youngest person here, shouldn’t we?”
The mischievous PE Teacher poked Seo Jae-gyeom with a stick.
Seo Jae-gyeom, sharp-tempered and always exempt from this sort of thing, seemed intrigued despite himself.
I was worried.
‘He said he’d rather take a zero on the performance evaluation than sing in front of everyone.’
But Seo Jae-gyeom himself remained composed.
Meeting the gaze of the entire student body, he smirked and leaned over to whisper to me.
“Kang Da-hye. I’m doing this for you.”
“For what…?”
“Watch carefully.”
Seo Jae-gyeom stepped forward, then crossed his arms and grabbed the hem of his shirt.

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