I'm a C-Class, but All the S-Classes Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 27

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Episode 27
‘This is too much to handle.’
Even as I quietly closed the Instructor’s Office door and stepped inside, the gazes of the instructors showed no sign of wavering—like visitors at a zoo staring at monkeys through glass.
[ The Guardian of Taewon remarks that the contractor has become an insider without even realizing it, her eyes glinting with curiosity. ]
Though that seems like being an insider in a different sense…
The Instructor’s Office wasn’t particularly spacious, so my feet came to a halt directly before my assigned instructor’s desk.
“Ju Ha-ryeong. Freshman.”
The instructor kept his gaze fixed on the monitor, calling my name with a tone of annoyance. Standing above him as I was, I answered quietly, my expression unchanged.
“Yes.”
“I heard you violated curfew at the Dormitory yesterday.”
Right. As expected.
This was precisely what I’d wondered about on the way here. I had explanations ready, and more than enough reasons. So there was nothing that should become a problem.
“I had my reasons.”
Perhaps it was because I’d replied so flatly.
The instructor’s brows furrowed sharply as he faced me. Then he folded his arms and slowly leaned back against the chair’s backrest.
“…….”
“…….”
Somehow, only this space felt thick with cold silence.
From his expression, it seemed like he was saying, ‘I’ll listen, so let’s see what you come up with.’
I didn’t avert my gaze, maintaining my steady tone.
“As you already know, I went to the Association yesterday regarding the Plaza incident―”
“Right. That’s why there’s a reason for being Low-grade.”
Before I could even finish, the instructor’s lips twisted into a sneer.
If he was going to listen at all, why cut me off mid-sentence?
[ The Guardian of Taewon says that she’s managed to hold back until now looking at the contractor’s face, but this time her patience is wearing thin, and she brings her fist down hard on the table. ]
Soon after, the system window filled with the instructor’s complaints, and I silently agreed.
Even as this played out, his gaze remained fixed on me.
‘…He didn’t find out, did he?’
His sharp, piercing look made me flinch slightly.
“Look, fine, let’s say that’s true. But why didn’t anyone from our side get a call or any notification?”
“…….”
“And someone at your grade level being dragged to the Association? There’s only one reason for that.”
As he spoke, the instructor’s eyes shifted slightly.
Not at my eyes, but just below them.
“Where did the wounds come from?”
“That’s what I’m saying—because of the Plaza incident, I was a witness―”
“Got anything more original?”
Whenever I tried to offer an explanation, the instructor cut in, piling on the ridicule.
‘God, this is driving me insane.’
My hand rose instinctively toward my bangs, but I clenched my fist and stopped myself. It was just fortunate that the desk blocked his view, keeping it hidden from sight.
‘No wonder rumors spread to the other classes.’
If he’s like this with me, then by the time Hye-rin hears about it, she must be talking about him venting his temper left and right.
In the meantime, the instructor seemed to genuinely want something more original—he lifted his chin slightly and watched me in silence, mouth closed.
It felt like anything else I said would be dismissed as mere excuses, but since I’d already prepared explanations, it seemed I needed to get them all out.
“I was a genuinely important witness that day.”
I placed particular emphasis on the word ‘genuinely important.’
“Right.”
At that, the instructor shook his head side to side as if he’d just heard something ridiculous, and burst into laughter.
Worried that the initiative might slip away again, I quickly added to my statement.
“I was the one closest to the suspect at the scene. If you don’t believe me, you can even call the Association to confirm right here.”
No matter how much I was offering these as excuses, there was nothing for me to worry about. Even if the instructor called the Association right now, they would adjust their story accordingly.
‘Father must have already arranged it internally.’
But wouldn’t he have sent someone—an escort or a secretary—to call the Academy and explain things at least once?
Honestly, in this moment, I was more irritated with my father for dragging me all the way there than with this instructor. If it could be handled over the phone, why summon me in person just to toss out a few words and leave?
Then, the instructor’s expression, which had worn a constant mocking sneer, suddenly hardened—as if he’d grasped the true meaning of what I’d said.
But that reaction lasted only an instant. With another brief snort, the instructor straightened his posture and picked up a pen from the desk.
Then he scribbled something on paper while muttering under his breath.
“Probably just got a bit cocky somewhere.”
Guardian, if I punched that guy’s mouth just once, would you count it as self-defense?
[ The Guardian of Taewon insists that there’s a limit to how much one should get away with talking nonsense, and she strongly urges the contractor—saying she’ll take responsibility—to let loose and go all out! ]
Right. Now that I thought about it, the instructor in charge was simply a person who could be defined in one word: stubborn, hearing only what he wanted to hear.
Strength drained from my body for no clear reason, and I recited the predetermined phrase without any soul behind it.
“I’ll be more careful next time.”
“As if.”
……
“Demerits will be processed according to regulations. You’re dismissed.”
With those words, the instructor glanced over my shoulder briefly and jerked his chin toward the door.
Grateful for that blessed dismissal, I quickly bowed my head and hurried out of the Instructor’s Office.
The walk back to the classroom felt heavier than it had any right to be.
‘Am I really the first one?’
It had only been about a month since enrollment, and I’d never seen anyone receive demerits before. Naturally, I had no idea what came next.
‘Probably just make me clean something.’
Lost in idle thoughts, the hallway I entered was utterly silent and empty.
I approached the back entrance to the classroom and pushed the door open. The murmuring inside instantly died, as though cold water had been thrown over everything.
‘What? Why did the atmosphere just change like that?’
Dozens of eyes landed on me. Among them were Seo Do-hyeok’s and Baek Seon-woo’s.
It shouldn’t have been anything new, but perhaps because of what happened yesterday, something felt oddly off.
……
I deliberately ignored it and moved to my seat.
Just as I was pulling out my chair to sit, my eyes naturally met Baek Seon-woo’s.
As always, he was resting his chin on his hand, a slight smile playing at his lips.
“Where’ve you been?”
The moment I sat down, he asked as though he’d been waiting.
His tone seemed affectionate at first, but it only made the air between us feel heavier.
“Somewhere nice.”
Still, I matched his tone with the same calm voice as always.
‘Right, I should mention that.’
The snacks Baek Seon-woo had placed in my hand last night.
I was about to thank him for them, my lips parting to speak.
The door creaked open.
The instructor in charge entered along with the homeroom teacher.
* * *
Once, a long time ago, a Celestial Being had told me something.
Even the thoughts I kept to myself needed to be careful.
“All right, when I call your group number, proceed quietly to your assigned location. Group 1, the Sports Field Stands. Group 2, the Main Building 1st Floor.”
9:30 p.m., in front of the Dormitory entrance.
Those whose names had been called let out a sigh—whether of relief or something else, I couldn’t tell—and gathered up the cleaning tools scattered nearby before heading out.
What reassured me in all this was that I wasn’t the first person at the Academy to receive demerits.
[ The Guardian of Taewon clicks his tongue disapprovingly, remarking that if you just listen well to what he says, fortune falls from the sky even while you sleep. ]
Honestly, I couldn’t argue with that right now.
Just then, my eyes met those of a middle-aged woman standing across from me. She was the Female Dormitory supervisor, known for being strict, though not quite as rigid as the instructors.
‘At least she doesn’t seem to discriminate.’
Of course, it would be too early to say for certain.
But expectations rarely proved wrong. The supervisor approached us and gave her orders in a matter-of-fact voice.
“You two, go to the Experimental Building Basement.”
“I’m sorry?”
I couldn’t help but ask for clarification.
Everyone else was being sent to places that seemed easier, so why was I being sent underground?
……Wait, at least I won’t be alone. Someone’s with me.
But how did an S-grade end up here with me?
“Apparently there’s been a garbage smell coming from that area for a few days, and the instructors have been complaining. Anyway, don’t waste any more time. The zones are assigned based on your demerits, so don’t be difficult about it.”
After that, the supervisor pressed two access cards into my hand, gave a slight bow, and spoke in a voice meant only for the two of us.
“Avoid touching anything unnecessary. Focus on cleaning the empty areas carefully. Important items have been stored there, and if something goes wrong, the security system will activate and cause a mess.”
Having given us her sincere advice, the supervisor turned away without hesitation, trusting us to handle it.
I watched her receding figure for a moment, then examined what I was holding. On the surface of one card was a small name sticker that read “Supply Room.”
“Let’s go.”
At that moment, someone brushed quickly past my line of sight. I grabbed a bucket containing two mops and hurried after them.
The walk to the Experimental Building, which was some distance from the dormitory, unfolded in awkward silence.
‘Should I try to say something……?’
Unable to bear that tension any longer, I casually drew closer to his side and finally voiced the question that had been lingering.
“How did that even happen?”
“What do you mean.”
He was unchanged.
His voice was as cold and dry as the night air.
Still, we’d been temporary teammates once upon a time—there had to be some lingering goodwill. Did he really need to be so curt?
I looked up at his profile, sharp with reflected light even in the darkness, then fixed my gaze straight ahead.
‘That is surprising, though.’
I considered asking again, then thought better of it. I didn’t want to hear something harsh by asking how he’d ended up with such high Demerits.
I simply let myself think charitably—that even an S-grade Assassin had a human side to him—and moved on.
After a while, we arrived at the entrance to the Experimental Building, having walked in silence.
‘This is the first time I’ve entered this way.’
I’d crossed through the passage connecting to the Main Building before.
But going around like this, it had taken noticeably longer just to get here.
I held up one of the Access Cards the dormitory supervisor had given me to the Tag Reader beside the door. The glass doors at the entrance slid open smoothly on both sides.
A few steps forward brought me to the top of the stairs leading down to the basement.
At that moment, Cha Yu-hyeon and I both covered our noses simultaneously.
“Ugh—this is pretty intense.”
In the moment I spoke, the staleness seemed to seep all the way into my mouth. I’d only thought it might be the sort of smell that drifted up from the Recycling Station.
‘But it’s nothing like that…….’
Iron and something strange I couldn’t quite place, no matter how hard I thought—the two smells wove together.
I glanced sideways at him. He was lost in thought about something, his face twisted in a frown, hand pressed over his nose and mouth.
Either way, we couldn’t just stand here in silence.
“Yu-hyeon, wait in the lobby for a bit.”
It was something I said to let him catch some fresh air while I was in the restroom, however briefly. But Cha Yu-hyeon simply stared at me without responding.
……What is he trying to say.
“Or you can go down first if you’d rather.”
My real meaning—that if he wanted to keep smelling that stench longer than I did, be my guest—I kept carefully hidden.
I turned away without hesitation. I’d taken maybe two steps when a voice, deeply composed and cool, reached me from behind.
“There’s nothing there.”

Episode 27
Author
| Seo Yu-yeon
Published
| March 6, 2026
Publisher
| TaleSix Corporation
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| Cho Geuk
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| Mallang Kongtteok
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© Seo Yu-yeon, 2026
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