The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial - Chapter 121

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Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial! Episode 121

 

“Compared to that, what about this? Five hundred each. A clean five hundred with no family scandals or taxes taken out.”

 

Seonwoo Kyeong pulled out a syrup bottle from inside his jacket.

 

The colorless, odorless drug sloshed around.

 

The drug that Moon Ira had given him.

 

She had said he could call it whatever he wanted, and at some point the drug came to be called ‘Magic Syrup.’

 

The syrup gradually reconstructed the body of whoever consumed it.

 

Users experienced a sharp surge in magical power along with overflowing vitality and euphoria.

 

‘This could make some real money.’

 

A special pastime for rich young masters that he’d learned about through illegal gambling.

 

That had been the beginning, but before long the drug had spread by word of mouth among parents as well.

 

“If they take this, I heard our kids’ magical power will increase. Is that really true?”

 

The higher one’s magical power, the higher the probability of awakening. Not only that, but if magical power exceeded a certain threshold, one could even enter Justitia International School.

 

If you got into Justitia International School, it was a straight path to prestigious universities.

 

That’s when Seonwoo Kyeong started imitating Jjapso.

 

Borrowing a celebrity’s name to make anonymous transactions through Onion Market was a huge help for sales.

 

Customers gradually increased, and the scale of money he was collecting changed along with them.

 

Unlike the rich young masters who were chasing short-term pleasure, parents often asked about side effects from long-term use.

 

Moon Ira pressed her index finger against her lower lip and spoke ambiguously.

 

“I want to see how things change, so I’m experimenting.”

 

It was an irresponsible statement, but that was enough for Seonwoo Kyeong.

 

What did he care? He was going to leave Korea soon anyway.

 

For the sake of money, things like that didn’t matter at all.

 

‘So what if it is? Everyone lives like that anyway, right?’

 

“Teacher, I think this is the spirit of the times. When hundreds of people rush in without caring whether it’s illegal or underhanded, that has to be the spirit of the times.”

 

Moon Ira had been watching Seonwoo Kyeong with apparent interest the whole time before asking quietly.

 

“Kyeong, but you still haven’t heard from Honggi?”

 

“Ah…”

 

Seonwoo Kyeong bit his lip.

 

The reason he had targeted Ham Honggi first wasn’t anything special.

 

He’d hoped the guy would get addicted to drugs and ruin his life.

 

Problem child Ham Honggi’s life was actually the life Seonwoo Kyeong had always wanted.

 

The spoiled youngest son with a golden spoon who got coddled even when living like a delinquent. A flower garden where he’d probably never once worried about money or the future since birth.

 

Losing one customer wouldn’t be a big problem.

 

But he couldn’t stop the irritation welling up inside him.

 

“Not yet….”

 

While Seonwoo Kyeong trailed off, Moon Ira pressed her lower lip firmly.

 

“Hmm, I see. That’s unfortunate.”

 

There probably wasn’t much time left before Hong-gi’s mutation.

 

* * *

 

The conference room that had been temporarily set up in one corner of the Management Team had long since become a study room.

 

Han Gru, who had been sitting at the long table solving problems, quickly raised his head at the loud thud.

 

“Dan!”

 

Gidan was banging his head on the table while holding a mechanical pencil.

 

“Han Gru… I got it wrong.”

 

“You can’t die!”

 

“At least you guys must succeed….”

 

“Dan!”

 

Han Gru firmly grasped both hands of Gidan, who was trying to close his eyes, and cried out in a desperate voice.

 

“Get up! We have to study!”

 

“He’s putting on a show because he doesn’t want to study.”

 

Sergey shook his head with a smirk.

 

At his attack, Gidan’s eyes snapped open as he came back to life.

 

“Who was it that lost the dictation contest to Han Gru?”

 

“….”

 

Sergey’s shoulders flinched.

 

When they started studying together, Han Gru and Sergey had the dictation contest they had been planning.

 

And the winner was Han Gru.

 

He secured victory by correctly answering Gidan’s trick question ‘ulgeurakulgeuraek’ (standard form: bulgeuraekpureuraek).

 

Han Gru smiled at Sergey, who had a frustrated expression.

 

“Dan, you shouldn’t tease friends for being bad at studying.”

 

“Your smile is more annoying though?”

 

“Bad words!”

 

Han Gru approached with quick steps and smacked him with the duck clip.

 

“Ow!”

 

Sergey rubbed his stinging thigh.

 

Someday he would steal that duck clip.

 

‘…But why does it sting so much?’

 

A duck clip that penetrates S-Rank defense power?

 

They made something like that? What on earth is it used for?

 

Sergey pondered the purpose of the duck clip while question marks floated all over his head.

 

Meanwhile, Gidan, who had been rolling his eyes while keeping his head down, suddenly shot up when a calendar came into his view as if he remembered something, tore off a blank page from his notebook with a rip, and handed it to Han Gru.

 

“Hm?”

 

“Subjective question, what does Gru want to have?”

 

Gidan tapped on the paper, telling him to write his answer here.

 

“What Gru wants to have?”

 

“It’s Christmas now. You have to ask Santa Claus for presents.”

 

Santa!

 

Gru opened his mouth wide with a “heh.”

 

Santa Claus was the person who secretly left presents by your bedside on nights when everyone was fast asleep.

 

When he was at the orphanage, once a month, they would gather all the friends who had birthdays and throw a birthday party together.

 

Somehow Santa Claus knew and celebrated Gru’s birthday along with Christmas.

 

Would he celebrate again this time?

 

Gru hesitated for a moment, then began writing his wish list one by one.

 

‘Number 1 is LEGO.’

 

Just in case he could make a filial piety factory!

 

Though he hadn’t decided yet.

 

‘And…’

 

A bicycle?

 

As Gru buried his nose in the notebook, lost in thought, Sergey mouthed a question to Gidan.

 

‘What are you scheming?’

 

To call it a Christmas present, November wasn’t even over yet. Wasn’t it too early?

 

Gidan grinned at the puzzled Sergey.

 

‘December 3rd. Gru’s birthday.’

 

‘Ah.’

 

Sergey rested his chin on his hand and peeked at the wish list Gru was writing.

 

Gru wrote down a few more things, then wrote the words ‘Guild Master’ and stopped his pen.

 

He wanted to try calling him Father.

 

After missing the timing he had first decided on, his mouth just wouldn’t open. Unconsciously, the title ‘Guild Master’ that had stuck to his lips kept popping out.

 

Gru pouted his lips, then scribbled out the words ‘Guild Master’ with two lines and rewrote it as ‘Father.’

 

A doll to put in Father’s room

 

Hehe.

 

After Gru wrote this much and put down his pen with his cheeks blushing red as if embarrassed, Gidan smiled broadly.

 

“You can write more. There are many people waiting in line.”

 

“Hm? There are many Santas?”

 

“So many. He has to go around the whole world. It would be hard to do it alone, right?”

 

Oh!

 

Nod nod.

 

“So write enough to fill the back page too.”

 

Gru nodded his head vigorously, then buried his nose again and pressed down hard as he wrote the next list.

 

Sergey smiled softly and patted Gru’s round head as he groaned and pondered.

 

“Ugh…”

 

Gidan spoke to Gru, who was struggling and couldn’t write down several words.

 

“You don’t have to write everything today, so carry it around and use it.”

 

“Okay!”

 

While Gru neatly folded the paper and put it in his pocket, Gidan checked the messenger window that had been ringing constantly.

 

The 1st Year S Class group chat was filled with resentment toward Gidan.

 

Everyone was complaining that he had slipped away alone when they were all busy preparing for the festival and wasn’t helping.

 

Gidan sent apologetic emoticons, saying he was sorry and would make it up to them later.

 

Gidan, who was looking through the festival poster that his classmates had sent, forwarded the photo to Sergey and Gru’s mobile phones.

 

Sergey and Gru received the photo and checked the poster.

 

“What’s this?”

 

“Wow! Dan is having a festival?”

 

“Come visit. I’ll show you around the school. It’s really big, so it would be good to come see it beforehand.”

 

“I want to go, I want to go!”

 

“I’m not interested.”

 

Gru raised his hand high, and Sergey turned his gaze back to his workbook.

 

Then Gidan grinned.

 

“Right, someone who even loses at dictation to a kindergartener should study more.”

 

The mechanical pencil lead of Sergey, who was solving problems, snapped.

 

Crackle, their gazes clashed.

 

Gru opened his mouth in amazement.

 

‘Lightning is striking…’

 

After glaring at each other for a while, Sergey glanced at the math problem that Gidan had been struggling with, then easily wrote down the answer.

 

Then he smirked.

 

“It’s easy? Oh, if you fail like this, won’t we be in the same grade?”

 

“…”

 

Gidan narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly.

 

As the two became fired up with competitive spirit and focused on studying, the management team members bringing refreshments smiled warmly.

 

“Everyone’s working so hard.”

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