The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 57

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Episode 57. Bow Down! (9)

Intimidated?
By me??

Lee Jung-jun found it utterly absurd.
A lowborn Outcast dared provoke him with such swagger.

“…….”

The students who had been whispering in clusters fell silent, expressions stunned.

Could anyone really provoke the legendary Doa Daily and Korea Group family like that?

In all of Cheonghwa, only one or two people could manage it.

A mere Outcast serf had dared bare his teeth at Lee Jung-jun, nobility itself, with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Crunch.

Ha Tae-ung’s posture radiated unmistakable contempt.

Lee Jung-jun, experiencing such a situation for the first time in his life, ground his teeth.

It was like a declaration of war!

Lee Jung-jun sensed instinctively that he could not back down here.

“If you’re not confident enough…….”
“Shut up!”

Caught in Ha Tae-ung’s provocation, Lee Jung-jun’s feet carried him toward the Platform on the Grand Auditorium stage.

‘I’ll crush you. You think you can make me yield?’

Sheltered by his family’s influence, he had never lived carelessly.

From the moment he could understand language, Lee Jung-jun had undergone rigorous upper-class education from his mother.

The one who survives is right. Never retreat when your position is on the line!

“We have to film this!”
“That Outcast bastard’s going down today!!”
“Jung-jun, we love you!”

“Yes…….”

“Will this be all right?”
“If the parents find out…….”
“It’s an Outcast matter. No problem.”

They would never be looked down upon by teachers from any other school in Gangnam.

And the gifts from parents — department store gift cards, designer handbags — provided their own quiet pleasure.

Those addicted to Cheonghwa’s culture had no intention of transferring elsewhere.

But the teachers, too, could not slack off in their studies.

These students were brilliant, regardless of their family circumstances.

They had to be ready with immediate answers to their sudden questions.

One moment’s doubt about a teacher’s competence, and pressure from the School Parent Association would push you toward early retirement.

Gradually, almost without noticing, the faculty of Cheonghwa were being shaped by the culture of the upper classes.

Most Outcast admittees vanished before completing sophomore year.

The admission program was nothing but a formality — a way to build justification with the Office of Education and put on a show.

Grrrrrgh.

Mobile Boards appeared one by one on the platform.

They were ordinarily used when hosting lectures from renowned speakers.

“I will present a problem,” Oh Jung-hye said, seizing the moment.

She held a master’s degree in mathematics from Seo Guk University.

Her scholarly depth was uncommon, and she too possessed Killer Problems of her own.

Though she had been outshone by Lee Jang-yong in earning the right to pose core problems, her capability was undiminished.

“All three of you, close your eyes, please.”

Oh Jung-hye took a seat at the computer connected to the Grand Auditorium’s Beam Projector.

Tap, tap-tap-tap.

She manipulated the program with practiced speed, inputting a mathematics problem into the computer.

‘If they can’t solve this problem today…….’

All three would bear a permanent scar on their lives.

The Outcast Ha Tae-ung, who had created this situation, would be expelled from school under a false accusation.

Lee Jang-yong would also face ruin at Cheonghwa.

The arrogant member of the Royal Family, Lee Jung-jun — even with the same result, it was unclear what punishment would fall.

‘This is exhilarating!’

Oh Jung-hye, outmatched by Lee Jang-yong in the eyes of the school, was herself nearly half-insane when it came to mathematics.

Her heart raced wildly as she orchestrated this fascinating confrontation.

Click!

In moments, she had completed the problem.

The Killer Problems and answers she kept stored in her smartphone — her own collection.

“Very well, everyone open your eyes…… and begin.”

Whoosh!

With Oh Jung-hye’s declaration, the problem appeared on the large Beam Projector.

“Inverse Function Graphing?”

“Ah…….”

Gasps of shock erupted from the Cheonghwa students as they took in the problem filling the screen.

At first glance, it was a Killer Problem that made your head throb.

The Cheonghwa students had already mastered most of the high school curriculum through advance studies in middle school.

Yet even they could only stare slack-jawed at the problem displayed.

This was not the kind of problem you could solve in a short span of time.

It demanded complex mathematical reasoning of the highest order.

The three focused intently on the problem. And then.

Tap-tap-tap, tap! Tap!

One of the three began writing formulas on the board with remarkable speed.

* * *

His mother’s suppressed emotions exploded into rage—but not at his father. At Lee Jang-yong.

For the smallest infraction, if he disobeyed, he was beaten without mercy.

Yet his mother had an obsessive fixation on mathematics.

It was a reaction to the unfulfilled dreams she’d harbored while majoring in mathematics in university.

The only way to escape his mother’s violence was to excel at mathematics.

As a result, whenever stressed, he’d cling to math problems; and then the rage would subside.

This pattern expanded his mathematical reasoning exponentially.

But his character suffered. One side of him had developed grotesquely, creating psychological distortion.

When he performed well in mathematics competitions and drew attention from all sides, a late-awakening ambition for status took hold.

He began to seek outlets for his warped desires without restraint.

Private tutoring students, struggling juniors — he made no distinctions.

Without conscience, he pursued satisfaction wherever he could find it.

An Outcast who had solved his pridefully constructed Killer Problem flawlessly.

And then——

He felt like an idiot. Blank.

The formulas he’d solved so readily just this morning wouldn’t surface.

And right now, somehow…….

“Damn it…….”

A curse tumbled unbidden from his lips.

With colleagues and students watching, his mouth had opened of its own accord.

It was the same attitude he’d shown countless times toward students and juniors who couldn’t solve problems.

Berating them, shredding their pride, showing utter contempt.

But now he was becoming that pathetic creature himself.

He’d definitely solved similar problems before.

Problems at this level were supposed to solve themselves; his hands should know the way without thinking.

The only valuable genetic inheritance from his mother was mathematical talent.

And yet that brilliant mind was malfunctioning now.

Tap, tap-tap-tap.

A crisp sound came from beside him.

Lee Jang-yong turned his head without thinking.

……!!”

He went cold with shock.

The Outcast Ha Tae-ung, Marker in hand, had filled more than half of his board.

And he was filling in the very section that Lee Jang-yong couldn’t solve, without hesitation.

Tatter-tap, tap.

“Are you kidding…….”

Whoosh.

The eyes of nearly a hundred students snapped toward Lee Jang-yong.

The Math Gangster, who had mercilessly mocked students who couldn’t solve problems during every class, was now failing to produce anything.

His body trembled faintly.

“Maybe…… it’s just a Killer Problem, but if there’s enough time, anyone could solve it anyway.”
“Right?”

Par-par-par.

Dozens of smartphones were recording the scene on the stage.

And behind them, two figures stood quietly — two lawyers from Cho & Jang, methodically documenting every moment.

Tap.

Only minutes had passed.

“…….”

The Grand Auditorium fell into profound silence.

An unbelievable sight had unfolded before everyone’s eyes.

“You lost, sir,” Ha Tae-ung said, turning to face Lee Jang-yong with a faint smile.

Lee Jang-yong stared at that smile, his expression hollow.

“No, no! This garbage problem means nothing! NOTHING!!”

A cry nearly a scream tore from Lee Jang-yong’s throat, echoing through the Grand Auditorium.

“You cheated with that girl, didn’t you? You Outcast bastard??”

Madness flickered in Lee Jang-yong’s eyes.

“You’ll find it difficult to become human for the rest of your life,” Ha Tae-ung replied calmly.

“What did you say? Shut your mouth! You worthless Outcast scum, you parasite!!”

Already unhinged, Lee Jang-yong clenched his fists and lunged toward Ha Tae-ung.

At that very moment——

“Hey! You bastard!!”

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