I'm a C-Class, but All the S-Classes Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 19

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Chapter 19
It was a female student cradling a Magical Doll nearly as large as her own frame.
‘What was her name again……?’
If Baek Seonwoo had been here, he would have recognized her instantly.
‘Am I really that inattentive?’
She was in the same class, but I only vaguely recognized her face—I didn’t know her name. I was about to pass by when something caught my eye: the way she walked, wobbling unsteadily side to side.
‘Tch, why is she walking so unsteadily?’
I wanted to get back to the Dormitory quickly myself, but for some reason, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the back of that female student. It was as if I had a premonition that something might go wrong.
‘She should be careful.’
When I’d glimpsed it earlier, the threshold at the Storage Room entrance had been jutting up quite high.
……Though, come to think of it, there was no real reason to worry.
She wasn’t a Non-Awakened—she’d passed the recruitment test and come in as a verified Hunter. She’d have the basic reflexes and quick reactions, I reasoned, brushing the thought aside.
Thud!
The moment that thought crossed my mind, a dull sound echoed from ahead.
“Oh……!”
The female student’s foot caught on the threshold. The doll was obscuring her view, so she clearly hadn’t seen it properly. In an instant, her center of gravity lurched forward.
‘If she falls like that, Seo Dohyeok too…….’
Well, he’d probably dodge it just fine.
That’s what I told myself in my head, at least.
Even as a Healer, he was S-rank—he’d instinctively sense this kind of crisis and avoid it.
But my body moved according to that instinct, contrary to what my mind believed.
‘What a weird déjà vu.’
By the time I became aware of it, I was already lunging forward.
The distance between me and the female student closed in an instant, and the Magical Doll she was holding was about to come crashing down on Seo Dohyeok’s back.
I quickly reached the side of the female student’s shoulder and grabbed her shirt firmly from behind.
“Ah!”
Startled by the sudden force pulling her, the girl let out a loud cry for the first time.
As she stumbled, the doll in her arms flew forward. And in that same moment, I reflexively extended my right arm to catch it by the side. If it had fallen as it was, it would have definitely struck Seo Dohyeok’s back.
“Ah…….”
My head turned naturally toward the short whimper that came from the female student in that instant.
‘Ugh, it hurts just to look at.’
She was sitting on the ground, examining her own elbow.
Then, without thinking, she shifted her gaze to the other side, and there was Seo Dohyeok, already looking at me.
Unlike the others trickling out of the Storage Room and glancing around, he was staring fixedly at me alone.
‘……This is unbearable.’
In the end, I turned my back first. I hadn’t done anything wrong, but this stabbing feeling in my chest—what could I call it?
[ The Guardian of Taewon remarks that in moments like this, the expression “even the thief complains of his sore feet” fits perfectly, and offers a standing ovation for the quick reflexes just displayed by the contractor. ]
Right. There probably was no better way to describe what I was feeling right then.
‘But where in the world does the Guardian learn expressions like that?’
A reasonable suspicion arose: perhaps the Guardian wasn’t Korean in a past life.
Even as I entertained this thought, I approached the female student who was still sitting and extended my hand.
“Are you alright?”
“Oh……, yes. Thank you.”
The female student, who had been on the verge of tears, took my hand and got up. When I quickly assessed her condition, fortunately she didn’t seem to be seriously injured.
Only her left arm had been scraped deeply—thin lines of red blood beading on her pale skin.
“I’ll go with you to the Infirmary.”
“No! I just need to return this and then I can go alone.”
The female student smiled awkwardly and gently withdrew her hand from mine. Then she picked up the doll that was lying on the ground and cradled it again, passing by.
I naturally followed her movements with my eyes.
‘I wished I could have kept her from getting hurt.’
But there was no helping it. If I’d gone that far, I would have given certainty to suspicion in the end.
While I hesitated, Seo Dohyeok, who had been watching the situation, set down the doll and approached the female student. He then grabbed her wrist, examined her wound, and exercised his Healing power.
“Oh, you don’t need to do that!”
“…….”
That meddlesome bastard healed the female student’s arm and then accepted the hefty-looking doll from her.
[ The Guardian of Taewon chuckles, remarking that the contractor seems remarkably good at offering unsolicited opinions. ]
Guardian, while we’re on the subject, I’ve been curious for a while—where do you learn expressions like that?
Do you actually understand what they mean every time you use them……?
[ The Guardian gives a puzzled look, questioning why you need to learn something you can find in a few seconds. ]
So this is what it feels like to be treated like an idiot.
After giving the Guardian of Taewon a perfunctory response, I slipped out of the commotion and headed away from the Training Grounds.
The moment I pulled out my phone and looked at the screen, my shoulders sagged.
‘Ah… when did class end again?’
Hyerin would have already made it back to the Dormitory long ago.
I’d lingered there pointlessly, and as a result, my free time hadn’t stretched at all—it was just another ordinary evening.
‘So Baek Seonwoo gets all the benefits?’
Ridiculous. Truly.
As I made my way toward the Dormitory, I couldn’t help but kick at the ground.
No matter the situation, that guy never seemed to lose out on anything.
[ The Guardian of Taewon offers you grave counsel: that humans must know how to live with a modicum of selfishness. ]
There’s probably truth to that.
Come to think of it, even though I’d always regarded myself as self-interested, whenever something actually happened, I rarely let it slide.
Whether it was my body rushing forward before my mind caught up, or despite witnessing situations where the Guardian’s indifference would have been wiser, I never seemed to learn.
It was just as I was about to start lamenting my situation to the Constellation, after so long.
“Ju Haryeong.”
A heavy voice cut through the air. I hadn’t even noticed when Seo Dohyeok had slipped out of the Training Grounds—his voice came from quite close behind.
“Stop for a moment.”
…Sigh.
I bit my lower lip and stopped walking.
‘What’s he testing me for this time?’
That was my first thought.
I turned around, straining to keep my expression as neutral as possible.
Seo Dohyeok, who had been standing not far away, closed the distance in an instant the moment our eyes met.
His complexion was just as composed as Baek Seonwoo’s—the look of someone who’d spent a comfortable practice session fully absorbed in being a teaching assistant.
More than that, unlike me, his dark eyes still gleamed with sharp clarity.
“Is there something you wanted to say?”
I met his gaze directly and asked first.
The unspoken rule was: the guiltier you are, the bolder you have to act.
But Seo Dohyeok simply stared down at me without answering.
If you’ve stopped someone to talk, at least get to the point quickly. Was he in the middle of consulting with the Constellation, or was he waiting for me to speak first this time?
There was no way to know what he was thinking.
‘God, I just want to go eat some ramen.’
Hunger was creeping in, and Hyerin would no doubt complain that I was late.
“If there’s nothing, I’ll head out first.”
After all, I was the one with nothing to lose.
I gave a curt nod and turned to leave. But the sound of Seo Dohyeok’s voice stopped me in my tracks.
“That thing earlier.”
……
“You didn’t catch it—you pushed it away.”
“What are you talking ab—”
“You changed direction in that moment.”
He’d hit the mark. I almost frowned reflexively, but I caught myself and pulled another thought to the surface instead, turning back to face him.
And feigning complete bewilderment, I tilted my head and blinked my eyes two or three times.
“I’m sorry, but I’m not very good at understanding things.”
At my shamelessly delivered response, a sound—whether a laugh or something else—burst from Seo Dohyeok.
[ The Guardian of Taewon has much to say to you, the contractor, but chooses not to—and draws a deep sigh instead. ]
What am I supposed to do if nothing else comes to mind? If you’ve got a solution, tell me before I open my mouth!
‘…Did I blow it?’
I think I blew it.
Laughter kept leaking through his teeth—the exasperated kind.
“If you keep laughing like that, you’re going to hurt my feelings.”
“What?”
“I’m already sad enough being C-rank without you making it worse.”
As if genuinely wounded by his reaction, I furrowed my brow slightly and pitched my voice into something sulky and dull.
‘I’ve never had to act like this before.’
Ugh. Chills.
“Anyway, nobody got seriously hurt, so it’s all good, right?”
With that, I layered on the wounded look and the resentful expression, and let my gaze drop slightly.
Was this pitiful enough?
Now if I just said I was leaving first—
“Your hand.”
Suddenly, a large palm thrust itself in front of my eyes.
‘Hah, what am I, his pet dog?’
Out of nowhere—a hand.
Caught off guard, my gaze lifted again, and Seo Dohyeok met my questioning eyes without dropping his outstretched arm.
“Give it here.”
“Why?”
I glanced away, wary. But Seo Dohyeok didn’t seem to care; he simply held his ground.
“Let me see if you’re hurt.”
“I’m fine, and—!”
Before I could finish my protest, he seized my wrist and lifted it up.
The pain I’d forgotten came rushing back. My swollen knuckles and scratch marks lay exposed, raw and vivid.
Well, I’d yanked that bowstring with such reckless force—there was no way they’d come away unscathed.
“From now on, think of yourself first.”
“…….”
“Don’t throw yourself into the line like that.”
As he spoke, Seo Dohyeok placed his own hand over my palm.
Wondering why the situation was unfolding this way, I looked at him again. His brow was furrowed, his expression sharp and clear.
‘Why? I’m the one who’s hurt…….’
Do Healers feel their patients’ pain?
C-rank, yet all the S-ranks are obsessed with me
Episode 19
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| Seo Yu-yeon
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| March 6, 2026
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