The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 23

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Episode 23. Sister!

“The difficulty on Subjective/Short-answer Question 4 is hell, according to the students.”
“This time won’t be easy. Keke.”

Math Guidance Room at Cheonghwa High School.

Teachers of major subjects operate separate guidance rooms.

During the time other subjects’ exams were being administered.

Seated at their individual desks, the math teachers organized the answer sheets.

Lee Jang-yong, who had composed question 4 on this math test, let slip a satisfied comment.

Three teachers had collaborated on the questions for the second-year, first-semester midterm exam.

Lee Jang-yong had taken on the most difficult Killer Problem that would become the variable.

“No matter how much they’ve studied ahead, the world of mathematics is like an unexplored universe.”

Lee Jang-yong’s tone of voice had become thoroughly arrogant.

Lee Jang-yong, a graduate of Seoguuk University’s Department of Mathematics.
He regarded his work as a math teacher at Cheonghwa High School like a game.

Every single day was a battle for leveling up!

Most Cheonghwa students received private tutoring from top-ranked instructors in Gangnam.

They practically tested the school teachers instead.

If they stumbled over solution explanations or made even a small mistake, the next day brought complaints from parents that gave him headaches.

That’s why many math teachers at Cheonghwa couldn’t last a year before leaving.

But Lee Jang-yong had endured ten years at Cheonghwa.

Famous academies in Gangnam had even offered him lucrative contracts, scouting him as an instructor.

Yet he had boldly refused.
He earned enough money to live on.

The problem was that he was addicted to the game!

He continued his teaching career, viewing it as play and taking pleasure in breaking down Cheonghwa’s talented students.

He twisted problem-solving methods within the curriculum to craft math problems.

He pulled material not only from obtained notes at famous Gangnam academies, but from university lectures and even mathematics olympiad problems.

“That’s quite an overwhelming difficulty level.”
“I can already hear the students’ complaints echoing in my ears.”
“Ha ha ha. Even the top student in school didn’t make it this time.”
“Really?”
“Since it’s essay-type, please calculate Partial Credit.”

With eyes gleaming with madness, Lee Jang-yong checked the Subjective/Short-answer answers as he spoke.

Lee Jang-yong, the most senior of the second-year math teachers.

Slash, slash!

Most students’ essay-type answers were marked through with cross-hatching.

As expected, they all fell flat on the Killer Problem of Differential Coefficients and Derivatives.

Only a few students pretended to understand the concept and attempt the solution.

There was no one with the correct answer.

“Hehehehe…….”

Lee Jang-yong’s laughter deepened.

Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, satisfied eyes glittered with madness.

He had confirmed victory according to plan in this game as well.

“……??”

At that moment, Lee Jang-yong’s hand stopped.
In the essay-type answer section, formulas laid out precisely and densely.

Could it be??

He quickly scanned with his eyes, grading the long essay-type solution and answer.
And then.

“W-wait, this is correct? They solved this??”

It was a problem he’d extracted from a mathematics olympiad and then twisted twice over.

If the student had solved all the other problems, the time would certainly have been tight.

This problem alone required a minimum of five minutes or more for the solution process.

And yet.

“What is this? How could……!”
“W-who? Who solved it?”
“Hey! This—this is correct!!”

The solution process was flawless and the answer was right.

The three checked the name of the student whose answer sheet it was.

“Ha Tae-woong?”
“Ha Tae-woong?”
“That layabout from class 3.”

* * *

Rumble.
Screech.

The car stopped perfectly aligned with the parking line.

—In-lot Driving Test score: 100. You have passed.

“Good!”

The driver’s license I’d obtained back in my twenties.

Even after trying again, it was a breeze.

After finishing the morning test, I went to the Gangnam Driving License Test Center where I’d pre-registered, attended traffic safety education, and immediately took the Written Test.

Of course, I passed the Written Test with a perfect score.

I took a taxi to the driving license academy I’d pre-booked, arriving on time.

An academy that could issue a driver’s license in an accelerated four-day program.

Right after passing the Written Test, I’d registered for both the In-lot Driving Instruction and subsequent road driving practice.

By late afternoon, I’d also passed the In-lot Driving Test.

“Wow! Student, you’re amazing. You said this was your first time driving?”
“Yes. It’s my first time today.”
“What, you’re even more skilled than I am, the instructor. Ha ha ha.”

The assigned instructor for today walked over, laughing in disbelief.

Four hours of mandatory education that has to be covered as a baseline.

Anyone could see I handled the car skillfully from the start.

I’d driven during military service and when I worked at the company.

Back then, too, I was complimented for driving safely and well.

Already embodied skills—both body and soul remember them.

“So city driving practice starts tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow, do all six hours and then take the test the day after, and you’re done.”
“Yes!”

After parking, I got out of the car.
Most vehicles here were training cars from the license academy, rattling as they went.

Just gripping the steering wheel gave me an electric thrill.

In the past, I never had my own personal vehicle.

This time around, I’ll live differently, no matter what!
As soon as I get my driver’s license, I’m buying a nice car right away.

Carpe diem!

Top priority: enjoy my life.

I won’t apply the brakes for anyone.

I won’t get tangled up with people like Go Dong-yeol, the company executive, or Gu Hye-jin, my ex-girlfriend.

Even if similar types of people throw obstacles in my way, I’ll push straight through!

“I’ll destroy everything if I get caught.”
“D-destroy?”

The instructor, who was about to move the car, overheard my muttering and started in surprise.

“Please drive carefully.”

He bowed quickly and rushed to the break room.

Tomorrow I have Korean and Ethics exams.
Of course, I’ve prepared perfectly.

I’ve gone over the problems I’d gotten wrong in the past several times, drawing on my memories.

This morning’s test confirmed that the exam questions haven’t changed from the past papers.

Thanks to that, I had the leisure to pursue getting my driver’s license.

“Are you bouncing off the walls right now?”

Without warning, a rough middle-aged man’s voice erupted in the break room.

“Is it so hard to show off your stuff for a second?

Your stuff?

My steps halted at the door.
My school bag was stored in the break room.

“I’m sorry…… I came here for driving practice today…….”

Wait? That voice!

A familiar woman’s voice.

Bewildered and afraid, trembling.

“That’s exactly why I’m asking you to show off for a bit before driving practice. I was a fan of yours, you know. Hehe.”

Now the man was responding casually.

“I appreciate that, but right now I have to…….”
“I know, I know. You got caught with a married man, so you can’t even compete professionally anymore, right?”
“N-no! That’s not it!”
“Come on, what do you mean ‘no’? It’s all over YouTube. You seduced that married guy with that cute body of yours, didn’t you? Hehehehe.”

Obscene remarks that were uncomfortable to hear followed.
And then.

Whack!

Just a few seconds later, the sharp sound of a slap rang out.

“What—what? You dared hit me? You think your career’s going to survive?”
“Apologize. Right now!”
“Apologize? You’re out of your mind. You’re finished now. How dare you assault a fan after doing something so immoral?”

Ugh, a situation just erupted.

Every other day I come back, another incident happens.
Naturally, nothing like this happened in the past.

It’s certainly troublesome, but it’s fine.

Slowly.

I pushed open the break room door and stepped in.
And the scene that confronted me.

A man in his mid-forties with his head half-bald.
Short, with a potbelly—the typical middle-aged guy.

The man stood facing a woman, smirking at her.

“Who’s that?”
“That face…… I’ve seen it somewhere before…….”
“Oh! Wait, isn’t that An Hyun-ju?”
“An Hyun-ju?”
“Yeah, that golfer!”
“Right. That beautiful golfer? She really is pretty.”
“So was that married man scandal real?”

The people waiting in the break room gossiped as they watched the fight.

This was a Driving License Training Center located in Gangnam.

It was a place where many people had golf as a hobby.
It was only natural that they’d recognize her.

An Hyun-ju, a pro golfer, was standing before me in an awkward situation.

Hair tied back and hat on, her identity couldn’t be hidden.

On top of that, she’d been caught dead to rights by the angry man who’d been slapped.

An Hyun-ju was indeed the one who’d raised her hand first.
But the man had provoked it.

Not one of the watching bystanders made any move to stop it.

They were all absorbed in the spectacle, fascinated by the scandal unfolding before them.

The ugly side of the human world.

Especially among the middle-aged women, the reaction was intense.

Their eyes burned with jealousy toward the good-natured pro golfer with her beauty and figure.

“You apologize. If you don’t compensate me properly, I’m calling the police!”

Having caught a real incident, the middle-aged man’s eyes gleamed with a different intent.

A tattoo faintly visible on his forearm.
He looked like a small-time thug.

An Hyun-ju bit her lip and clenched her fists.

She knew the situation was unfavorable.

In today’s world, a professional golfer had semi-celebrity status.
Even more so if she was a female golfer with both beauty and skill.

If An Hyun-ju got into a confrontation with an ordinary person over a scandal, the damage to her would be greater.

Even right here, she was being gossiped about by the middle-aged women.

Women quick to latch onto sensational words with curiosity.

“Wow! Now this is juicy. You seduced that married guy and played around, and now you’re being so bold? Or are you just shameless? With such poor judgment, no wonder you’re in this mess.”
“W-what did you say?”
“You people looked down on us openly! Is being pretty all that matters? Hiding your tail and playing the fox while we suffer!”

The man, sensing the field had been set in his favor, poured out abuse.

An Hyun-ju’s eyes reddened and tears welled up.

Her anger was rising to the point of madness.

It seemed her mental state was on the verge of breaking.

If she raised her hand even once more, she’d only be giving that thug an excuse.

She was surrounded with not a single ally in sight.

Step, step.

I closed the door and walked forward.
And then.

“Sister!”

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