I'm a C-Class, but All the S-Classes Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 55

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Episode 55
The reason for Hye-rin’s appearance at dawn became clear only when morning came.
“If you’re in pain, don’t push through it. Just head back early.”
From the moment I woke and ate breakfast until we entered the main building, she kept watching my face as if checking my condition.
And now, just before we parted ways in front of the Classroom, she pulled a small box from her bag and thrust it toward me.
‘Pain medicine?’
I glanced down at the medicine box in Hye-rin’s hand.
‘She really has no idea.’
She still gazed at me with worry in her eyes, her face utterly oblivious to what was really going on.
In a way, all that pointless anxiety I’d been wrestling with moments before seemed almost laughable now.
‘Well, if she’s going to misunderstand like this, I’m not complaining.’
I reminded myself to be more careful next time and accepted what she offered.
“Thanks.”
“Seriously, I’m really worried about you.”
Hye-rin furrowed her brow as she spoke.
She seemed genuinely concerned about my physical condition.
‘Ugh. My conscience is killing me…’
I suppressed the urge to grab the front of my shirt right then and there.
I let out a quiet sigh and gently lifted the corners of my lips, giving her back a light push.
A signal that she shouldn’t worry and should get to class.
After watching Hye-rin enter the Classroom and take her seat, I passed by Class A and headed straight through the back door of our classroom. The familiar brown back of a head caught my eye immediately.
‘Beyond everything else, this guy is the real problem.’
Because of what had happened just a few hours ago, my feelings about contracting with the Coordinator had become even more complicated than before.
“You’re here?”
The moment I took my seat, Baek Seon-u turned around as if he’d been waiting and spoke to me.
“Yeah.”
I replied flatly, as I always did, settling into my chair.
That instant, a large hand suddenly cut into my view and grabbed something off my desk.
Following the gesture, Baek Seon-u had already turned to face me and was examining the medicine box from all angles.
‘Now he’s just taking my things without asking.’
[ The Guardian of Taewon says that just because you eat ramyeon together doesn’t necessarily mean you become true friends. ]
When I thought about my relationship with Cha Yu-hyeon, that rang true.
I’d never even shared ramyeon with Baek Seon-u, yet we’d somehow ended up this comfortable with each other.
‘I guess you could say he’s like a puppy.’
From everything I’d seen so far, Baek Seon-u had no reservations about anyone. Of course, he wasn’t entirely innocent either—there was something cunning about him.
“This is pain medicine.”
Just as I was about to answer the Guardian, Baek Seon-u’s low voice reached me.
When I turned to look at him again, the playfulness that had been in his eyes moments before was gone, replaced by a narrowed, sharp gaze.
‘What’s he getting all serious about over pain medicine?’
It’s not like Hye-rin gave me something I shouldn’t be taking.
Unable to understand, I tilted my head slightly to the side and opened my mouth.
“So?”
“I’ve never seen one.”
“Seen what?”
“A Healer, you know.”
……
Sure enough, we weren’t communicating again this morning.
‘This is so frustrating.’
I don’t know if he’s deliberately mumbling through his words or what, but no matter how many times I tell him to speak clearly, he refuses to cooperate.
Unable to help myself, I let out a short, bitter laugh, snatched the medicine from his hand, and turned my gaze forward.
As I was putting it in my bag, surprisingly, nothing more came from him.
Just the rustling sound of Baek Seon-u adjusting his posture.
For me, this unexpected silence was a gift, so I lay down on my desk and closed my eyes.
Though I wasn’t really falling asleep. My mind had never been this cluttered in all my life.
As I lay there, the bell rang, and the moment I lifted my upper body, the instructor walked in.
‘Wow, perfect timing.’
If I’d woken up even a second later, he would’ve definitely told me to head back to the Dormitory if I was going to sleep through the morning.
The instructor then tapped his palm against the podium several times to draw everyone’s attention.
“Before we begin class, since we’re having a good morning, let me share some good news first.”
……I’m already nervous.
The moment a feeling washed over me as if I’d experienced this before, my eyebrows twitched involuntarily.
Even so, I kept my gaze fixed on the instructor, who had both hands pressed against the sides of the lectern.
“As you all know, last month’s external training caused considerable delays in our existing curriculum.”
The instructor’s eyes briefly swept toward where I sat, then immediately shifted elsewhere. His tone, more measured than usual, continued.
“Raon has scheduled new training sessions to make up for this setback and to properly develop the freshmen’s potential and practical combat instincts.”
……
“Next week, on the 27th, we’ll be holding a midterm exam.”
In an instant, the classroom erupted into murmurs.
Even I was caught off guard—my hand, which had been propping up my chin, dropped unconsciously before I realized it.
At a specialized academy designed to train hunters, the words “midterm exam” felt strangely out of place.
It had no place in a curriculum structured at a 30-theory, 70-training ratio.
Of course, last month’s resort training had been an official mock exercise, merely moved up in schedule. Back then, they’d mentioned adding some evaluation because the Hunter Association and Foundation would be watching, but……
‘This is basically just throwing evaluation at us now.’
We hadn’t even completed a proper training session before an accident derailed everything, and now they were suddenly administering an exam. It was absurd.
I wasn’t alone in thinking this—scattered complaints rose from all around.
“Only the selected team got to go in anyway.”
“Right. What kind of midterm is this?”
“Doesn’t this mean the S-Class students already have their rankings locked in?”
As the noise grew louder, the instructor finally slammed the thick attendance book down on the lectern with a bang. It was something he did every time things got too loud, so the girl sitting in front of me barely flinched, her shoulders only trembling slightly.
As the noise gradually subsided, the instructor’s heavy voice came through clearly.
“I understand the freshmen’s frustration entirely. The unexpected accident left everyone except the selected team without an opportunity, so it’s natural to feel wronged.”
He paused, seeming to survey the classroom, before speaking again.
“But speaking bluntly, you are all officially registered hunters with licenses, and you must not become complacent in your current positions.”
……
“Therefore, I want you to think of this midterm as an intensive mock training designed to help you reassess where you currently stand.”
Even as the instructor’s mouth closed firmly, the atmosphere in the classroom seemed to plummet like cold water had been thrown on it.
I rested my chin on my hand again, letting my gaze drift to the back of the girl sitting in front of me. My mood had become oddly unsettled.
‘The 27th, was it.’
That was very soon. Even regular schools didn’t announce something this close. And during that time, I had no idea what to prepare for either.
Perhaps realizing what I was thinking,
“The training theme is speed. We want to evaluate how quickly you freshmen can make judgments and how efficiently you can eliminate targets.”
The instructor delivered a slightly ominous remark in a measured voice.
At that moment, the haze in my mind began to clear somewhat, and the situation started taking shape.
‘So in the end, there’s no way around it.’
The reason I’d been living in relative peace was because my records from the resort training had been wiped.
‘Of course, there were people watching back then, but……’
Without that, it wouldn’t have been credible—so for me, it had been an incredible stroke of luck. But since the first external training had ended up in such a mess, they would have definitely prepared and reinforced things thoroughly for this round.
“This time, team formation will be done autonomously in groups of four. The Special Training Facility will be fully open through the 26th. Training Ground access will be allocated on a first-come, first-served basis only to teams that have completed their formation, so finalize your roster and submit it to the Administrative Office before lunch ends. That’s all. Study quietly now.”
With that, the instructor turned and left through the front door.
So today also began with meaningless self-study, but the atmosphere was unmistakably different from before.
The theme the instructor had thrown at us was genuinely radical.
Still, since we were technically in class, everyone only glanced around cautiously until the class-end chime finally rang and students began leaving their seats.
“Want to be on a team with me?”
I turned my eyes toward the voice and saw a male student had approached the girl sitting directly in front of me.
That one question seemed to break the dam—students began moving busily, and the classroom quickly descended into chaos.
‘I have to say, it’s impressive.’
It was natural that the students’ frustration would be enormous, but to wrap things up by opening the Special Training Facility—something they didn’t even know existed—showed real cunning.
Because of it, everyone bustled about with animated faces, as if they’d forgotten their complaints.
I simply leaned back against my chair and absently twirled my pen between my fingers, letting only my eyes move.
That’s when my gaze naturally landed somewhere.
‘She’s surprisingly popular.’
Park Si-eun, who’d been part of the selected team and had escaped without serious injuries beyond some shoulder trauma, seemed to have that working in her favor—there were two or three students gathered at her desk.
Park Si-eun’s face, glimpsed between them, looked far brighter than it had that day.
The difference between how she appeared now and how she’d seemed at the resort was stark.
[ The Protector of Tae-won remarks that this wasn’t a scene the original contractor should have witnessed, and clutches a handkerchief tightly between both hands, voice trembling. ]
[ The Arbiter of Truth sips hot water and says that perhaps remaining alone like a voluntary loner wouldn’t be so bad after all. ]
‘Not like a loner—you are one.’
I answered the Arbiter dryly in my head while continuing to torment my poor pen. Either way, worried as both Constellations were, this would end with me isolated……
Since it was team-based, I’d likely end up being dumped onto another team like dead weight. Eventually, each class would have to form groups of five anyway.
‘But I’ll probably get torn apart regardless.’
As I glanced around once more, my hand stilled mid-twirl of the pen.
“Baek Seon-u, let’s team up.”
It was that bright, clear voice that had caught my ear.
My gaze naturally drifted to the right.
‘So that’s why it’s been quiet.’
What was he so absorbed in?
Baek Seon-u, who had been scribbling something on paper, slowly lifted his head at the words spoken to him.
‘When did those two get close?’
The one who had spoken to Baek Seon-u first was Im Ji-an, a B-Class Buffer.
She, who had often made small talk with me until now, had naturally settled herself into the empty chair in front of Baek Seon-u.
“Huh? You need a Buffer anyway.”
“Not really.”
Seriously—what was so difficult about teaming up with someone from the same class that he had to shut it down so firmly?
Before I knew it, I’d propped my chin on my left hand, pretending not to watch while stealing glances at them both.
“You’re too much, Seon-u.”
Just then, Im Ji-an leaned her upper body closer to him. And then she dropped something so loaded with meaning that I nearly dropped the pen I was holding.
“There’s history between us.”
……What?
I’m C-Class, yet all the S-Class Hunters are obsessed with me
Chapter 55
Author
| Seo Yu-yeon
Publication Date
| March 6, 2026
Publisher
| Talesyx Inc.
Illustration
| Chogeuk
Title Design
| Mallang Kongtteok
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© Seo Yu-yeon, 2026
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