The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 14

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Episode 14. The Outcast’s Wise School Life (8)

“Haha. I hope the omakase suits your palate. I did my best putting this together.”
“It’s delicious. This place really does omakase right.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“The peony shrimp is so fresh.”
“I heard a rumor that when the American president visits soon, they’re planning to serve peony shrimp at Cheongwadae.”
“Really?”
“Yes. A chef who was invited by Cheongwadae told me.”

Ran, a sushi omakase specialist located in Cheongdam, Gangnam.

Dark, black-toned interior design that adds subtle elegance to the space.

Among the upper classes, it has earned a reputation as an excellent place to entertain clients.

It became so popular that within just a few months of opening, the reservation book is completely filled for the coming month.

A Japanese sushi chef trained at five-star hotels goes to Noryangjin Seafood Market every dawn to personally source wild ingredients.

The prices reflect that commitment.

The chef’s recommended lunch course runs a million won.

“I really like your temperament. You’re considerate and have such genuine affection for the school.”
“You’re too kind. Only with you, that’s all. Haha.”
“I’d love to work together next year. I think we’d make a great team.”
“Leave it to me, and I’ll do my absolute best serving the school and the students.”

Jo Hee-jeong flashed a brilliant smile, her teeth perfectly aligned.
The treasurer had been secured.

Two years of effort had not been wasted.

Even with a husband who was wealthy enough to own several buildings in both Gangnam and Gangbuk, some things didn’t go as planned.

Especially becoming a School Parent Association officer at Cheonghwa High School.

She’d barely managed to set foot in a Lunch Subcommittee position.

Now she needed a solid title.

She had to shed the nouveau riche label.
She needed the authority of being a School Parent Association officer at Cheonghwa High School — something she could claim with confidence.

Once you became an officer, the hardest part was over; you naturally blended into the circle of Gangnam mothers.

That title wielded more influence than any business card.

You naturally became part of the network of current and former Parent Association officers.

Belonging to the same organization with them changed your daughter’s future.

A circle where all-weather power and premium information flowed freely.
Accessible in everyday life.

The family’s future, built on real estate, transformed as well.
She’d invested money and time without hesitation to achieve this.

Fortunately, her daughter maintained good grades.
The expensive tutors had paid off.

As for the position of president or vice president of the Parent Association — those were out of reach.

Instead, the treasurer role, which prioritized funding and social savvy, suited her temperament.

The current treasurer’s term would expire due to a two-term limit.
She would then transition to the board of directors.

For two years, Jo Hee-jeong had occasionally treated her to gifts and meals to secure that position.

The treasurer had such refined tastes that anything less than luxury brands didn’t merit a glance.
In total, over a hundred million won had been spent.

Now the harvest was near.

As long as no unforeseen complications arose, the next treasurer position was as good as hers.

Ding-a-ling-ling~♫

A Mozart symphony ringtone chimed pleasantly.

She’d carefully chosen the background music to elevate the ambiance appropriate to the setting.

My beloved daughter?

Jo Hee-jeong checked her smartphone.
She expressed confusion at her daughter calling during school hours.

The school was in lunch period right now.

It wasn’t even their usual call time.

“Excuse me, that’s my daughter. I’ll take this for a moment.”
“Of course. It must be something at school.”
“Yes, haha.”

Jo Hee-jeong smiled gracefully and tapped the answer button.

“Hello, honey, it’s Mom. What is—”

—WAAHHHHH! Mom, I got hit! Waahhh, wahhh, waahhhhhhh.

Despite not having it on speaker, her daughter’s wailing voice leaked loudly through.

“Hit? By who, who??”

She asked loudly over her daughter’s crying.
Jo Hee-jeong forgot where she was and revealed her true nature.

At the same time, her mind churned with complicated thoughts.

Her daughter, who’d inherited her temperament, was extremely sensitive.

If she caused trouble at this moment, the treasurer position she was about to seize could slip away.

She was concerned about her daughter being hit, but her mind was busier with a different calculation.

—That outcast bitch hit me. Waahhh, wahhh.
“An outcast? What kind of asshole!!”

At the word “outcast,” the worry she’d been suppressing instantly evaporated.

If it had been someone from a good family, it would have been a problem. But an outcast was fine.

—Ha, Tae-ung! Ha Tae-ung!

Ha Tae-ung?
She’d never heard that name before.

Whoosh.

Her proportions and body line were perfect enough to model school uniforms.

“Why?”
“Because you’re a transfer student.”
“…….”

Kang A-ri replied, her face flushing slightly.

Her gaze was different from the watchful stares of the other students around us.

It held pure innocence, not a trace of guile.

“I was grateful…….”
“Huh?”
“No, A-ri! What are you saying!!”

An A-ram grabbed Kang A-ri’s arm, startled.

It was a message: keep your distance from the outcast who’s been dropping bombs all morning.

“Remember that day…… when it rained……?”

Perhaps because of her gaze.
At Kang A-ri’s words, that rainy day before my regression suddenly came flooding back.

It had been not long ago.
Early in the semester.

Or if you counted my lived years, spring from more than a decade ago.

For me, it was a day long past.

It had rained.

In March, a downpour came.
And it wasn’t even in the forecast.

The heavy rain started in the afternoon.

Every day was a blur of wandering.

I was exhausted.

I’d fallen into deep thoughts about dropping out.

A girl appeared beside me as I stood blankly, facing the sudden downpour.

A first-year.

She looked flustered by the rain pouring down.

She had a large cello bag slung across her shoulder.

I briefly considered giving it to her.

But it didn’t matter.

Heavy rain was falling, and she clearly had no room to hold an umbrella with that large cello bag.

“……A car?”

School rules prevented school vehicles from entering beyond the School Gate.

“It’s waiting…… in front of the gate.”

That’s when I saw the name tag on her uniform: Kang A-ri.

“Want to…… go together?”

Most students at this school treated outcasts like insects.

“……Thank you.”

She defied expectations, thanking me and bowing her head slightly.

Pop.

I slung it across my left shoulder.
My backpack was still on my back.

She and I matched our pace and walked forward.

Pat-pat pat-pat-pat.
Rumble rumble CRACK!

At the heavy rain and thunder, she gently grabbed my arm.

That was the first and last time.

The girl from that day was this Kang A-ri.

She was the girl with whom I’d shared just a fleeting moment…….

“Then buy me lunch.”

Recognizing her, I felt genuinely glad.
I threw out something, half-joke and half-serious.

The cafeteria was still full of students watching us.

Naturally, refusing would have been the expected response.

Getting involved with someone who’d committed violence, an outcast…….

“010-9XX9-1009.”

Kang A-ri whispered the number.

“……??”
“Call me when you have time.”

Bow.

A war where you go all-in, unflinching before death itself, when you decide it’s time to end it.

I lit the spark of battle spirit.

Of course, I also enjoyed this math class, hearing it again after so long.

Math had been one of the subjects I’d wanted to avoid in the past.

Cheonghwa High School’s math problems were tougher than the hardest college entrance exam questions.

No matter how hard I racked my brain, I couldn’t keep up.

That was the moment it shattered.

But then.

Knock knock.
Creak.

The classroom door in front opened roughly with the knock.

And the face that stormed in: a middle-aged man with a shiny, clearly visible bald head, his face flushed red with heat.

“Mr. Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Yes…….”

The math teacher stammered, caught off guard.

The middle-aged man quickly scanned the classroom, searching for someone.

And then.

“Hey! Ha Tae-ung! Get out here right now!!”

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