The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 12

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Episode 12. The Clever School Life of a Sadaeja (6)

“……!!”

Her lips pressed tight, teeth clenched, yet the laughter that escaped left her bewildered.
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly clapped her hand over her mouth.

But it was already too late.

Every eye in the Cafeteria fixed on her all at once.

A response wholly at odds with the gravity of a Sadaeja’s defiance.
The stares were searching—trying to identify who had the nerve to laugh mockingly.

“Kang Ari?”
“Ari??”

One of Cheongwha High’s celebrated names.
Last year’s First Prize winner at the Pablo Casals Cello Competition.

She possessed both exceptional talent and inherited beauty—a true Cheongwha student.

Most students knew her as one of the three most beautiful girls at Cheongwha High.

Her short hair suited her perfectly, and her unusually large eyes were her signature charm.

As every gaze converged on her, her face flushed crimson.

Kang Ari, surprisingly shy despite her fame, looked like any ordinary high school girl in that moment.

‘I’ve lost my mind…’

She regretted it immediately.
She always chose only the Organic Salad from the Cafeteria menu.

Getting distracted by the sudden commotion had been her mistake.
She’d been so absorbed she’d forgotten herself.

This was her first time witnessing violence.

She’d been raised precious as jade from the day she was born.

This was also her first time seeing such brutal exchanges between students.
Especially since the school forbade it entirely.

It was like watching a trashy drama unfold in real time.
And she’d witnessed it live, right before her eyes.

The language they exchanged was entirely novel to her.
Words like “dog,” “bite,” “fool,” “scum”—entirely foreign to her world.

Oh Seora, already known to Kang Ari as something of a spoiled brat.
She took one slap and wept like a child.

The truth was, Kang Ari found it hilarious.

She felt a sudden surge of satisfaction.
It was cathartic, like watching a villain get what they deserved.

A smile twitched at her lips, which she managed to suppress.
She’d tried to hold it back entirely, but the laughter had burst free anyway.

She couldn’t contain it.

“What are you staring at!!”

As Kang Ari froze in embarrassment, not knowing what to do, An Aram beside her suddenly shouted.
An Aram, who’d appointed herself Kang Ari’s personal bodyguard.

She shot a look at the other students that promised immediate violence.

Her physique was formidable.
Broad and imposing enough that no one dared approach her carelessly.

An Aram was Kang Ari’s devoted shadow.
The two had maintained their bond from kindergarten through Cheongwha.

According to rumor, An Aram was the daughter of the butler in Kang Ari’s household.

She was a student in Cheongwha’s Physical Education and Arts Division, in the Judo Club.
A silver medalist in the national high school Judo championships.

“Aram, don’t do that… It’s my fault.”

Kang Ari hastily stopped An Aram, who looked ready to launch herself from her seat.

In truth, admission was always better given swiftly.
Her reaction had been inappropriate.

For the people involved, this was clearly a serious matter.

“What fault? That loudmouthed brat deserved getting her face smacked. That’s the funny part.”

An Aram shot a cold look at Oh Seora, now sitting and crying on the Cafeteria floor.

The Physical Education and Arts Division was in a different building, so they’d never crossed paths.
But the infamy surrounding Oh Seora had reached even her.

A spoiled brat from Gangnam nouveau riche parents with no manners to speak of.

This whole mess was entirely self-inflicted.

“…….”

No one contradicted An Aram’s words.

“Ugh… You two! I won’t let this go!!”

Oh Seora wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her expression venomous.
She couldn’t contain her rage, breathing heavily.

It seemed reflection was entirely absent from her vocabulary.

Whoosh.

At that moment, Park Jiwoong stood up from his seat.

Thud.

He approached where Oh Seora lay sprawled.
And then.

Splash.

It happened in an instant.
Park Jiwoong dumped the remaining food from his plate over her head.

“Wha—!”
“What the—”
“Have they all lost it…”

Oh Seora, who had just wiped away her tears, now found her freshly clean face caked with food scraps.

The reality of her situation simply wouldn’t compute.

She’d approached Park Jiwoong as she always did, just looking to blow off some steam.

As their eyes met, her legs went weak, and she fell silent.

“Let’s go to class…”

A smile appeared on his face—one no one had ever seen before.

One person’s life was transforming before everyone’s eyes.

From now on, if anyone treated him unfairly without reason, he’d bite back—no matter who they were.

His heart thundered in his chest as if it were suddenly alive again.

But today, that massive boulder had shattered into dust.

“That’s Han Yubin from the Discipline Committee…”
“Those two are done for.”

Two of its key officers had just spoken.

Her father was now a presiding judge at the Seoul High Court.

Even standing still, an air of refinement radiated from her.

Her mouth was set in a stubborn line—the kind where not even a pin prick would draw blood.
She’d inherited that from her father.

Her piercing eyes were colder than ice, sharp enough to cut.

The violence of Sadaejas, witnessed directly before her very eyes.

During her tenure as Committee head, no major incident had ever occurred until now.

“Come to the Student Council Room after class.”

The summons from Han Yubin fell as expected.
This wasn’t something that could be ignored.

Had they been Regular Entrance Students, things might have been smoothed over.

But these two were Sadaeja—entrance exam students.

With no powerful patrons backing them, the consequences could be far worse.

Han Yubin also knew Oh Seora well.

Oh Seora’s mother was desperately trying to shed her nouveau riche label by throwing herself into Parent Association activities.

Whenever there was a Parent Association meeting, Han Yubin’s own mother came home with stories about her.

No matter how many luxury brands she draped herself in, she screamed cheap.

The other parents had even discussed her behind her back, calling her beneath their level.

If word of today’s cafeteria incident spread beyond school, nothing good would come of it.

She needed to craft an appropriate narrative to prepare for what came next.

Han Yubin’s ears couldn’t believe what they’d just heard.

Ha Taewoong—one of the two second-year Sadaejas—had just refused.
Even Ha Taewoong, who stood out among all the male students for his height and looks, Han Yubin knew him.

For someone like him to…

“What? You don’t want to?”

Han Yubin sought confirmation once more.
Had they been regular students, they’d have caved immediately.

Even the faculty usually deferred to the Committee’s authority.

“Yeah. I don’t want to.”

Ha Taewoong again made clear his refusal.

Tremor.

Han Yubin felt a burning flame surge from her heart up through her throat.

An anger she’d never experienced before seized her entirely.

What infuriated her even more was Ha Taewoong’s brazen attitude.

He’d dared to defy the Committee head directly and refuse—in front of all these watching eyes.

This was open rebellion before an audience!

And by a mere Sadaeja no less…

“Hey! Ha Taewoong!!”

Han Yubin’s voice roared through the Cafeteria like a thunderclap.

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