The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 53

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Episode 53. Kneel! (5)

Scratch, scratch.

There was still time before the first class of the morning began.

Cheonghwa High School, Year 2, Class 1.
In the quiet atmosphere, only the soft scratch of ballpoint pens and mechanical pencils filled the classroom.

In Class 1 there was Lee Jung-joon, called the crown prince among all second-year students.

Grandson of Korea Group, one of the nation’s top ten conglomerates.

At the same time, a member of the royal family—the grandson of the honorary chairman of Doa Daily News.

He had never once relinquished first place in the entire second-year cohort of Cheonghwa High School.

His short hair made his already cold impression seem even colder.

Lee Jung-joon concentrated on solving a mathematics problem with a novel variation that had just been given before class.

‘I couldn’t solve a problem this basic…….’

A top-tier difficulty problem that Lee Jang-yong, the math prodigy, had included in this exam.

He’d noticed the variation in the problem type, but lacked the time to attempt it.

That particular problem required at least ten minutes.

The difficulty of the other problems was equally high, leaving virtually no time.

Frankly, even top-tier tutors in Gangnam would have to rack their brains over a problem like this.

Grit.

As Lee Jung-joon worked through the problem he’d missed, he ground his teeth.

‘I couldn’t solve it. There’s no way those other bastards could.’

Because of a single mathematics problem, he’d missed a perfect score across all subjects.

This time he understood why there had never been a perfect score in all of Cheonghwa’s history.

He’d wanted to claim the honor of the first perfect score.

He’d lost that chance again.

“Huh.”

Lee Jung-joon set down his pen and exhaled shortly.

The Cheonghwa High School written exam problems were several times harder than the infamous College Entrance Exam fiasco.

With this level of problem-solving ability, a perfect College Entrance Exam score was easily within reach.

“Hey! Class 3 is going crazy right now.”
“Huh? Why?”
“Someone got a perfect score across all subjects.”
“……!!”

At the muffled conversation from the seats behind, Lee Jung-joon’s face contorted in an instant.

Class assignments were made according to academic ranking.

In Year 2, Class 3, there was Lee Hyo-joo, who ranked third in the entire school.

The two were relatives.
The chairman of O Yang Group, his grandfather’s own younger brother, was Lee Hyo-joo’s grandfather.

The two grandfathers might be close, being siblings.

But apart from them, their respective families had formed a thoroughly competitive structure.

One could not predict how things might shift once both grandfathers passed.

Especially in this age of global competition, family ties held little meaning.

For Lee Jung-joon, Lee Hyo-joo was no different.

Right now, she was merely a rival to him.

‘Damn. Lee Hyo-joo…….’

He’d thought he’d thoroughly surpassed her, but it seemed she’d scored a perfect mark this time.
Rage surged through him, and he clenched his fist.

The mathematics problem he’d been solving just moments before.
His pride was wounded.

Lee Hyo-joo, whom he’d dismissed as an amateur and hadn’t given much thought to.

“Want to know what’s really shocking?”
“What is it?”
“The top student in that class isn’t Lee Hyo-joo…… It’s Ha Tae-ung who got the perfect score.”
“Ha Tae-ung?”
“The outcast Ha Tae-ung! Don’t you know?”
“Oh! The outcast!”
“……??”

At the continuation of the conversation, Lee Jung-joon’s face went pale.

The fact that his suspected rival wasn’t Lee Hyo-joo but an outcast was beyond comprehension.

For the school’s reputation, Cheonghwa gave preferential treatment through its outcast admissions program to underprivileged students.

He’d never spoken to them, but he knew there were a few.

They were beings who’d never once made eye contact with Lee Jung-joon in two years.

They were merely used as a stepping stone for the school’s social prestige—nothing more.

The school admitted them with an eye toward being a model case in education, but few of these students ever completed their schooling and graduated.

Even those fortunate enough to receive a diploma were absolutely forbidden from mentioning their Cheonghwa background once they entered society.

It was actually more beneficial to their prospects to graduate from a regular school.

Practically speaking, under Cheonghwa’s roof, they were…….

Slaves.

But……an outcast got a perfect score?

“Seriously?”
“It’s chaos right now, isn’t it?”
“Why the chaos?”
“The math guy turned his eyes inside out and proclaimed Ha Tae-ung an illegal actor.”
“He stole the exam paper?”
“Who knows. Class 3 is just a bomb site right now.”

Snap.

Lee Jung-joon quietly rose from his seat.

He had to see this absurd situation with his own eyes before judging it.

If the outcast had indeed committed an illegal act, as they said…….

‘I’ll kill him.’

A slave who dared covet his master’s bowl.

For creatures no different from commoners, death was the only answer.

“…….”

The small commotion in the classroom fell silent in an instant at the killing intent Lee Jung-joon emanated.

Thud, thud.

The eyes of the chattering Class 1 students turned toward Lee Jung-joon, who exited the classroom like the grim reaper himself.

“Let’s go too.”
“What’s happening this early in the morning?”
“How dare an outcast pull something like that…….”
“We need to wipe out all the outcasts while we’re at it.”

Rumble.

“The outcast challenged the math guy!”
“What? The math guy?”

In that moment, like the miracle of Moses, the densely packed students parted to make way.

“How’d that bastard steal the exam paper?”
“Look at that shameless face.”
“Damn it…….”

All that crumbles helplessly before money.

They too are merely lords of capital.

Because in the future I’m now dreaming of, Dae Ha-ryoon Group…….

Worry and concern filled her face.

“…….”

She sensed my background to some degree.

A building completed with School Parent Association funds.

The first and second floors housed a multipurpose gymnasium and grand hall.

A fool who had no idea what fate he was about to face.

“Is the outcast on drugs?”

The mob trailing behind Lee Jang-yong, pouring in while spewing words of hatred, had clearly fixed on me as their target today.

I stood before the electronic whiteboard hung for lectures by visiting dignitaries.

From the stage, I could see at a glance all manner of high-end auxiliary installations.

I hadn’t wanted to do it like this.

But the audience’s heated interest had ultimately pushed me onto this stage.

Honestly, I’d secretly hoped for a chance like this.

Simply dealing with O Gwang-joon and O Seo-ra wouldn’t send a strong enough warning to these kids.

Today’s stage was opened for me.

Whoosh.

I turned my body around.

Pap-pap-bang.

The hot gaze of the second-year students following me in fixed entirely on me at once.

A situation unimaginable in my past life.

This place was like the coronation of a newly born king.

Smirk.

I smiled with ease.

“You’re laughing?”

“Damn it!”

Curses erupted from the mouths of Cheonghwa students who usually refrained from such language.

The situation of an outcast getting a perfect score—something treated as emotional garbage—had already dealt serious damage to their pride.

“If you lose, confess and get out!”

Teacher Lee Jang-yong, grinning wickedly as though victory were assured.

He harbored no thought of defeat whatsoever.

“Have you not considered the opposite?”

I shouldn’t be dragged down to the opponent’s level.

I asked back with measured words.

Lee Jang-yong, an expert—no, a prodigy in Korean high school mathematics problems.

“Then I’ll withdraw cleanly once I’ve defeated you.”

I had no doubt.

Not only had my physical capabilities risen, but my mental processing speed and reflexes had changed.

Most crucially.

“Fair Play, I ask of you.”

I extended my hand forward.

Every eye in the crowd of onlookers turned to the stage.

“Keke. Fair Play—I like it!”

Teacher Lee Jang-yong, certain of victory, smiled wickedly and grasped my hand.

That moment!

-Contact established with an Acquired Evil Person!

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