The Regressed Chaebol Grandson Finds It Hard to Forgive - Chapter 8

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Episode 8. The Underclass Student’s Clever School Life (2)

“Huh!”
“Uh…….”
“Crazy!”

Everyone freezes at my soft, low-register voice.

A natural reaction from classmates who already knew O Gwang-jun’s true nature.
It amounts to everyone admitting he’s a complete mess.

My response to such an O Gwang-jun can’t help but shock them.

“You little bastard? Hahahahahahahaha!”

True to form, he reacts instantly.
His voice climbs to a higher pitch, and his eyes glint with murderous intent.

Not just O Gwang-jun—there’s not a single soft target in this school.

Except for underclass students like me.

To them, someone like me is a tool for venting their accumulated stress.
O Gwang-jun had made me his personal stress-relief object.

That such a thing would show an unexpected reaction today.

It must feel like a sudden ambush.

He’d be fever-pitched with rage.

The docile little victim who’d never once talked back to him was finally showing teeth.

“Hey! Underclass student!”
“O Gwang-jun. That word—you know it’s school prohibited language, right?”
“Prohibited language? Fuck, you bastard. I don’t care about that shit.”
“Friend. That—that word also counts as verbal abuse.”
“Friend? How dare you……assume that with me?”
“Your father’s the chief prosecutor at the Eastern District Prosecutors’ Office, isn’t he? This can’t go on. Discrimination against people is forbidden under the Constitution and various laws—it’s a serious wrong.”

I speak gently, patiently, as if coaching him.
Of course, I wear a soft smile while doing it.

Like an angler casting bait.
That’s exactly what I am right now.

“Are you trying to get killed? Getting soft and daring to talk big?”

A proper bite comes.

“That’s extortion too. My liver’s fine. I don’t drink or smoke like you do.”
“Shut up! You crazy bastard!!”

Crack!

Along with curses, a sharp slap crashes across my cheek without warning.
The impact sound rings out clearly.

Yes!
He’s hooked!!!

“…….”

The classroom falls silent in an instant.
I took the blow defenseless while sitting at my desk.

My cheek stings from the force of it.
But there’s no real pain to speak of.

Compared to Special Forces Torture Resistance Training, this is nothing.

Winter survival training in mountain cold below minus twenty degrees Celsius!
That itself was hell.

The days of tearing open grass roots and raw snakes found in the earth, eating them alive.

This is child’s play by comparison.
And it was precisely those times that made me capable of enduring this boy.

Shame?

I’ve tasted far worse humiliation in college, in the military, in the working world.
Like the day I was laid off from the company I’d been loyal to, treated as expendable.

Or the moment my girlfriend dumped me without warning.

“In a sacred school……are you committing violence right now?”

I ask quietly, lifting one corner of my mouth so only O Gwang-jun can see.
My tone is cold even to my own ears.

He touches his cheek as if it hurts badly, staring at me.

Flinch.

The light in O Gwang-jun’s eyes wavers.
A high schooler already giving off a Dark Aura.

But he’s still just a kid.

Time to move into retaliation now.

I slip my hand under my desk and stop the recording.
The evidence is more than enough.

Smooth motion.

Then I stand up from my seat.
I’m 187 centimeters tall.

O Gwang-jun, by contrast, is barely 170.

My head sits a full head above his.
There was a time when someone like him terrified me.

Now, standing face-to-face again…….

“You drank premium formula, didn’t you? If you’re this short, shouldn’t you file a complaint? Is it genetic?”
“What, what did you say?”
“Your ears going bad already at your age? Ah, that explains the lack of manners.”
“You crazy son of a bitch!!”

Whoosh!

True to his boxing training, his jab is very fast.
But to me…….

Crack!

I slip the punch and throw one back in the same motion.

With my large palm, decisive and hard!

Boom-boom-boom!

He takes the slap to the cheek and staggers, crashing to the classroom floor.

Even an untrained body is still young.
The strike techniques I picked up as an experienced Special Forces operative are effective.

Five vulnerable points stand out to me in O Gwang-jun’s physique.

I could kill him instantly if I aimed right.
An ignorant little punk with no idea.

“Huh…….”

A cold laugh escapes.
All those hours I suffered one-sidedly at the hands of this worthless creature.

Now, that dark chapter is over.
I’ll make sure it never repeats itself in my life again!

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“……. Gwang-jun got hit?”
“Didn’t you say Gwang-jun did boxing?”
“Ha Tae-woong……. He’s really lost it.”

Children murmur throughout the classroom.

Cheonghwa is a school with brutal discipline.
Moreover, most of the students are children from families of considerable means.

Mindful of their social standing, they don’t cross certain lines.

Of course, underclass students are the exception.

They don’t directly participate in bullying.
But by ignoring the troubles of underclass students, they become indirect participants.

Underclass students are nothing more than stress-relief objects for all of them.

Their stress levels are genuinely extraordinary.

They receive expensive private tutoring before they can even hold a spoon, master high school material by middle school.

Except for those preparing for university through student records and grades, most study for the national exam.

Underclass students enjoy an educational environment as unreachable as a concrete wall—a dream they’d never dare dream of.

But Ha Tae-woong was different.

He has a fundamentally sharp mind for studying.
His stubborn, relentless personality played a role too.

Even bullied, ostracized, ignored—he persevered stubbornly.
Not at the very top, but he always places in the top five of the class.

His looks don’t fall short either.
Handsome and tall—the kind of height girls prefer.

If this weren’t Cheonghwa but a regular high school, he’d have soared.
He might have enjoyed massive popularity across all grades.

But Cheonghwa is a military academy for South Korea’s elite.

An underclass student, Ha Tae-woong—destined for a lifetime scraping the bottom, doing menial work—just slapped O Gwang-jun’s cheek.

It’s a level of rebellion that should never happen.

It happened right in front of Grade 2, Class 3.
Students who witnessed it in person go rigid.

“What is this?”
“O Gwang-jun really got hit???”
“Insane.”

Students from the adjacent class pour in.
The shock of the moment, the screams—they rush over in groups to see.

Everyone is bewildered by this unprecedented incident.

“You dare…….”

Lying on the floor, O Gwang-jun glares at Ha Tae-woong.
He’s still in shock, dazed.

A subhuman underclass student actually threw a punch.

A completely unexpected blow.

The defiant attitude was different from usual—it bothered him.
He’d only meant to give a light scolding.

But the resistance was far stronger than expected.
Getting hit in return felt deeply shameful.

All his honed boxing skill had been useless.

Faced with an incredibly fast blow, he was knocked down immediately.
Ha Tae-woong’s palm carried real power.

It seemed like a cheap smack, but it was a sophisticated technique.

He looks at Ha Tae-woong again.
Something had changed since before the holiday break.
Previously, Ha Tae-woong had been a perfect target—someone useful for stress relief when he arrived each morning.

O Gwang-jun had never seen Ha Tae-woong like this before.
The meek little guy who’d never make a peep, always doing worksheets, keeping his head down.

But today is completely different.
His posture was transformed—shoulders squared, sitting upright.

His gaze carried arrogance, contempt.

This has spiraled into something serious.
Rumors will spread fast—he lost to some underclass nobody.

He won’t be able to face anyone at school again.

“You bastard……. I’m going to kill you!!”

Grinding teeth.
Fists clenched, he pushes himself up from the classroom floor.

Thud!

A powerful, heavy blow to the abdomen.

“Gaaaaak!”
“Aah!”

Female students shriek.
Such violence was not tolerated within the school.

Their first sight of actual school violence since enrolling.

Children raised like hothouses flowers, coddled.

Upper-class kids used to being perpetrators, never victims.

They watch as one of their own gets torn apart by a worthless underclass student.

By the same wretched nothing that’s always skulked in silence.

“Ugh……. Ack…….”

O Gwang-jun clutches his stomach, body convulsing.

His insides twist, stomach turning inside-out.

Splash!

Then toast and fruit pieces from his breakfast spill across the classroom floor.

“……Urgh!”
“Ugh, disgusting…….”

The girls screaming wrinkle their faces, turning away.

A moment of humiliation that makes you want to crawl into a mouse hole.

O Gwang-jun couldn’t believe his own situation.

He wanted something in his hands.
If he could just beat Ha Tae-woong to death right now and be done with it…….

But…….

Thud.

After vomiting everything, O Gwang-jun collapses to his side.
Then the smell hits his face—cheap rubber slipper.

Ugh!

He can’t move his head.
Terror pierces straight through his mind.

Ha Tae-woong……. This guy’s a gangster.

The slipper crushes one side of his face—he can’t see Ha Tae-woong’s expression.
But from the slipper’s sole, he feels the killing intent clearly.

Panic washes over him—like his head’s about to be crushed to pulp.

“Your father guards justice as chief prosecutor, doesn’t he? Yet you’re out here killing people? Does that make sense?”

Ha Tae-woong’s voice pierces his ears, laced with mockery.

All those times he’d treated Ha Tae-woong flash through his mind.

Held down by the slipper, O Gwang-jun squeezes his eyes shut tight.

Pathetic loser Ha Tae-woong.
He’d just been utterly defeated by him.

The shame he’d face going forward made him shiver.

Survival of the Fittest.
That’s the law upheld strictly here at Cheonghwa High School.

The rumors must be spreading like wildfire even now.
Right at that moment.

“What are you doing? In a sacred classroom??”

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