I'm a C-Class, but All the S-Classes Are Obsessed with Me - Chapter 74

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Chapter 74
Was he calling me to eat, or telling me to leave because I had indigestion?
The chopsticks that had been lifted into the air came back down to the table.
‘If he’s going to say things like that, I have plenty to say too.’
Like why he’d decided to bury the Resort training accident under the Plaza incident in the first place. And I still wondered what he would have done if someone had actually recognized me back then.
There was one more thing, but even if the chance to ask ever came, I knew I’d never find the courage to speak it aloud.
So my mind had already settled into the predictable, familiar response.
“I apologize. I’ll be more careful—”
“Being careful won’t fix anything.”
Then my father set down his utensils with a sharp clang that echoed through me like thunder.
‘Hell.’
As expected. His eyes studying me were cold and utterly devoid of warmth. Even though I shared the same eye color, mine could never look quite like that.
Had I been foolish enough to hope for something?
The moment I met those eyes, something inside my chest crumbled.
“Know your place.”
……
“Don’t act recklessly.”
……
“Be grateful you have shadow to hide in. Haven’t I told you that?”
With each word he uttered, his finger striking the table seemed more frightening than any blade.
‘What is this?’
The feeling wasn’t unfounded.
No matter how much Academy gossip had circulated lately, almost none of it involved me directly. Though I’ll admit the letter F had begun to make me flinch.
‘Could it be about my individual scores?’
The rumor had already spread that “a C-Class troll dragged down a team with two S-Class members into second place.”
But beyond that, I couldn’t fathom what else my father wanted to say badly enough to summon me to this place.
I was fidgeting with my hands under the table when it happened.
A rustling sound came from across the table, and my gaze snapped back to him.
‘Documents?’
It was a document envelope—something I hadn’t seen my father carry in quite some time, given that he usually traveled with only a tablet. He slid it toward me.
I had no choice but to take it. Following his gesture with his chin, I carefully reached into the envelope.
……
My fingers drew out the paper smoothly until it caught and stopped at a certain point.
Awakener Registration Certificate
Registered by: Seo Do-hyeok
I saw a few other pieces of information as well.
A photograph from several years ago—eyes softer and more docile than they are now—along with a birth date and address.
If I’d pulled the paper all the way out, I’m sure it would have contained his classification, rank at the time of measurement, activity history, and any special notes.
‘The problem is, if I see this……’
It’s illegal.
I slipped the paper back into the envelope and pushed it across the table.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You just looked at it.”
“I didn’t—”
“Daeyeon Construction’s second son, Seo Do-hyeok.”
Yes, Daeyeon Construction……
‘What?’
The sudden statement caught me off guard, and I struggled to maintain my composure. Even so, I kept my eyes fixed on my father’s dry face.
A moment of silence passed, and then my father let out a hollow laugh for the first time.
That kind of laugh meant only one thing.
He believed I was lying.
‘I really didn’t know.’
I swear to heaven—I genuinely didn’t know.
After all, it was my father who kept me from seeing any news or media from childhood. It was my father who controlled my every outside contact with an iron grip.
How could I possibly know about the existence of someone who isn’t even the eldest son?
‘I know Daeyeon Construction is a major corporation, of course.’
The nagging sense of familiarity I’d felt earlier came from seeing the construction company’s logo in my father’s study once, years ago.
“I really didn’t know.”
I bowed my head slightly and answered in a deliberately small voice.
As I glanced forward from the corner of my eye, my father was lifting his utensils again. From the look of things, nothing about what I’d just shown him seemed to have made the slightest impression.
“Cha Yu-hyeon doesn’t know either, then.”
“…….”
“Getting tangled up with people like that brings nothing but trouble. Keep yourself in line.”
“……Yes.”
After that, no more words passed between us. Just as when I’d first entered this room, only the sound of dishes clinking filled the silence.
So I swallowed whatever pointless emotion had risen in my throat and began mechanically moving my chopsticks.
What I could do here wasn’t to obsess over those two names.
I just wanted this hour to pass quickly.
* * *
I couldn’t remember how I’d made it back to the Dormitory in that state of mind.
At least I hadn’t shared a car with Father, but…….
‘Isn’t he supposed to be Father’s secretary?’
I still couldn’t fathom why he’d driven me directly instead of attending to him.
On the way back, I’d casually asked the man his name. The surname didn’t match the one in my memory, though there was something oddly wistful about the gap.
‘There really is a difference when Father’s present and when he’s not.’
His demeanor had been subtly different from what I’d observed at the Plaza.
But I was already on the verge of mental collapse—I couldn’t afford to parse every detail.
Click.
I turned off the light in my Dormitory room and stepped into the hallway.
It was approaching 8 p.m. on a Saturday night.
On this one day, I was free to either return home or stay at the Dormitory, but the school gates locked at 9 p.m.—after that, entry was forbidden.
I slipped out of the Dormitory entirely, earbuds already in place, and jogged lightly toward the Sports Ground.
If I didn’t exhaust myself physically today, I knew I wouldn’t sleep properly.
‘It’s getting warm now.’
Even if sweat wasn’t yet forming, the temperature against my skin was unmistakable.
Early June now—the night air of early summer felt lukewarm, nothing like the coolness of spring.
“Sigh…….”
Why did everything have to be so tangled?
I was already running, yet my mind refused to empty. Instead, it kept drifting backward through the past.
That day in the alley when I’d ended up holding Cha Yu-hyeon’s hand as partners; returning to the Dormitory and hearing from Hye-rin about Baek Seon-u.
‘How did he even find out?’
Apparently Baek Seon-u had waited for me before heading to the cafeteria, and when he ran into Hye-rin there, he’d asked her where I and Cha Yu-hyeon were.
Of course, when I’d encountered Baek Seon-u in class the next day, he was his usual cheerful self—contrary to my worries.
‘Though it was unexpected that he turned me down when I offered my phone number.’
After class, I’d held out my Mobile Phone first, but he’d apologized. Apparently he had his own principles about such things.
The real problem, if there was one, lay squarely with Seo Do-hyeok…….
‘That’s unexpected.’
I felt my brow furrow involuntarily.
If Father had called him such an unlucky person, he was practically vice-chair of the Awakener Association.
Whatever the reason, it meant they were connected badly—of that much I was certain.
‘And he even mentioned Cha Yu-hyeon.’
Yes, I was really an idiot among idiots.
If his surname was Cha like mine, I should have at least considered the possibility once.
‘But his face still feels unfamiliar.’
Yet now it felt as if a puzzle piece that had been awkwardly wedged at the corner of the board had finally clicked into place.
And like a domino effect, all of Cha Yu-hyeon’s actions suddenly made sense—they all interlocked perfectly.
‘He really was someone I shouldn’t have gotten entangled with, in every way.’
Ugh.
I exhaled deeply and naturally slowed my pace. Then I began descending the stadium bleachers, stepping down one section at a time.
‘Hm.’
As I reached the bottom and stepped onto the ground, a dark silhouette appeared across the way on the track.
At this hour when everyone else was enjoying their freedom, anyone running the track would likely be Han Min-sung.
But as that dark figure drew close to where I stood, my assumption fell completely flat.
‘Seriously…….’
Could fate be this twisted?
‘And turning back now might look strange.’
He seemed to have noticed me too.
His jogging pace slowed, and his feet, which should have been following the track line, were now angling in my direction.
As the distance closed, his features became clearer in my vision.
‘How long has he been running?’
The slightly ragged breathing, the damp strands of hair clinging to her forehead, and then—the sudden stop, the cool scent that wafted over.
Without thinking, I pulled the earbuds from both ears. Then Seo Do-hyeok and I stood facing each other in silence for a moment.
‘……This is awkward.’
Though I was probably the only one feeling it that way.
It made sense—it had been only a few hours since I heard Seo Do-hyeok’s name from my father’s lips.
‘Maybe I should have run a bit longer.’
“Why’d you stop.”
My eyes were fixed on my feet when his voice broke the silence—just one quiet utterance from Seo Do-hyeok.
His usual low tone, yet unusually gentle, was enough to send a subtle ripple through my composure.
Truth be told, I was growing accustomed to his various moods.
Lately, he’d started speaking to me first more often—in class, everywhere.
‘We even ate lunch together yesterday……?’
That had made things awkward during meals because Baek Seon-u kept nudging him teasingly. Still, at first I’d wondered if it was about what happened during the PVP match, but he wasn’t the type to say pointless things.
So I looked back up at him and opened my mouth lightly.
“I was going to run.”
“Did you originally……wait, never mind.”
What was that. Why would someone start talking and then stop?
Before I could say anything, he passed by me and climbed onto the second tier of the bleachers behind me, then dropped down with a thud.
‘Is this some kind of advanced tactic.’
I nodded silently to myself—it was possible.
In the end, I followed Seo Do-hyeok and quietly sat beside him, keeping a reasonable distance.
No matter how much I’d heard from my father or what I’d inadvertently glimpsed of his background, I wasn’t the type to brood awkwardly in silence.
I brought my torso closer to my knees and, gazing at his profile, asked him a question.
“You’re Korean, right?”
“What?”
Seo Do-hyeok stopped uncapping his water bottle and turned his head sharply toward me.
Fair enough—I’d skipped right over the preamble and dove straight into the question.
“I hate people who start talking and don’t finish.”
“……Ha.”
With a bitter laugh, I heard the plastic of his water bottle crinkle slightly.
I’d anticipated a reaction like this, of course. But that wasn’t why I was doing this—I wasn’t genuinely curious about what he’d been about to say.
‘The answer’s right here. No point dancing around it.’
My logic had narrowed to this.
Ask anyone else, and I’d get nothing but silence. And there was no reason to think he’d actually tell me the truth.
‘And we happened to meet like this.’
Whether that was misfortune or luck, I couldn’t say.
But the moment felt like someone pushing me forward from behind.
The stage was set—now show me what you can do, it seemed to say.
“Seo Do-hyeok.”
At my call, our eyes met immediately.
From a distance where one more person could easily sit between us, I threw out a question I’d raised before.
“Do you know me?”
C-Class, yet every S-Class is obsessed with me
Chapter 74
Author
| Seo Yu-yeon
Published
| March 6, 2026
Publisher
| TaleSix Co., Ltd.
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| Choguk
Title Design
| Mallang Kongtteok
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© Seo Yu-yeon, 2026
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