Chapter 119

The morning arrived, leaving behind the bickering with Gomtaengi.

The alarm from Shiyeon’s phone rang earlier than the one I had set on my smartphone.

On an ordinary morning, Shiyeon’s smartphone should have been in her room.

But today, it’s in my room.

It’s 7 a.m., the perfect time to start the hastily planned operation I prepared last night.

I woke up with half-open eyes, blinking while stifling a yawn.

Today, I’m not heading to my school, Seowon Middle School, but to Shiyeon’s school, Miwha Girls’ Middle School.

Without a sound, I carefully took steps.

I grabbed the school uniform hanging in Shiyeon’s room and held it tightly in my hand.

Ignoring the name clearly displayed on the nameplate, I put it on as if it were my own.

Though, as Gomtaengi suggested, the chest part feels a little empty, but what does it matter?

Even after roughly putting on the winter padding that Shiyeon usually wears, if you don’t look closely, it might seem like it’s her.

“Perfect.”

Satisfied, I slung my bag over my shoulder and held Shiyeon’s smartphone in one hand and mine in the other, ready to venture out.

I know Shiyeon’s class is Room 3, though I don’t know exactly where it is.

Arriving at the school early, I’ll check the seating chart on the teacher’s desk.

After making this resolve, I put Shiyeon’s smartphone in my right pocket and took mine in my right hand, notifying the school of my absence in advance.

Casting a glance at Shiyeon, who sleeps soundly in her room, I took a deep breath and stepped out through the front door.

The unfamiliar commute, the bus that felt strange to board.

Students in the same uniform as Shiyeon walking on the same path, whose faces I don’t know.

It’s quite early for school, and there’s no teacher guarding the school gate.

For a school where you can enter the classroom with just a uniform, it’s nothing extraordinary.

Facing an unfamiliar, empty teacher’s desk in Class 3, I confirmed Shiyeon’s seat from the seating chart and moved towards it.

On the desk, I spotted graffiti scribbled in a corner.

[BITCH] [PIG] [IDIOCKKK]

I don’t know whether to call these bold or timid scribbles.

Though I feel heat rising to my head, I calm down my anger and hang the bag I brought to the side of the seat before lying down.

In my pocket, my hand grips so tightly that my nails dig into my palm.

As time passes, I start hearing the sound of chairs moving nearby.

The biggest variable in this operation is the attendance of the girls who bully Shiyeon.

But, it’s probably fine.

Those girls must be fired up after Shiyeon didn’t reply their messages yesterday.

For them, Shiyeon might be like a monster in a game that gives money when hit.

There’s no reason for them to come late and make less money.

Closing my eyes and furrowing my brows, I felt that moment.

“Hey, why did you ignore my text? Are you crazy?”

A nasty feeling passed as my nape was swiped with a hand.

My head, which was resting on the desk, swayed slightly to the left.

Ah, right, they fell for it.

Even though I’m a complete stranger, first slap goes to you, miss.

As I slowly turned around, the expression of the unknown girl who was smirking changed suddenly upon seeing me.

Like, “Uh? Who are you?”

The moment she tried to say something, I pulled my upper body halfway back, then delivered a straight punch to her face.

Her words faltered mid-sentence, the sound of her body hitting desks and chairs drew the entire classroom’s attention.

If it were a regular student or their friend who was hit, someone might’ve tried to stop it, but the students who didn’t know her didn’t easily intervene knowing the delinquent’s nature.

Well, she’s been troubling others normally.

Who would try to stop her and risk getting harmed later?

“Get up, you damned woman.”

“Ah, aaaah…!”

The guy couldn’t withstand the pain in her body and writhed on the floor groaning like a bug.

Mercy is needed for people, not for bugs.

“If you don’t want to get up, lay there.”

I kicked her rib cage expertly and swiftly from where she lay.

That’s how the thugs usually act.

Though they may be nothing by themselves, they love to bother others in groups.

They laugh wickedly at the violence they do to others but cry like children when violence is directed toward them.

I’ve beaten one of the bullies who harassed Shiyeon, so it should end here, right?

…Of course not. In this hellish peninsula of Korea, such things wouldn’t happen.

As desks and chairs overturned in the classroom, the teachers surely wouldn’t stay in the staff room.

No matter how much they dislike it, it’s their students from their school.

Between a crazy woman who invades from another school and hurts students and those students who merely smoke, it’s obvious who’ll get more protection.

A girl with a swollen face and a bruised rib cage.

A few teachers, realizing this was not normal, sent the case further up the hierarchy rather than handle it casually in the staff room.

Here comes the girl, crying until her nose runs and being carried along to the vice-principal’s office.

The vice principal came in and asked for her parents, then started yelling loudly at me…

When they smoke, come late to school, and bully others, they don’t listen to the teachers, but now they obey well.

“Hey, which school are you from?! Where did you get this uniform from?! This could get you thrown in jail! Do you realize that?!”

Anyway, the vice principal, without understanding the situation, pushed me, muttering about jail as if irrelevant.

But we’re also clueless about the situation here.

Picking my ear with my pinky, I shot a side glance at the girl sitting on the sofa and rebutted.

“Hitting classmates for money doesn’t get you thrown in jail? That’s pretty interesting.”

“What?! Don’t answer back like that!”

An exchange of fruitless arguments carried on.

The sound of a white car rushing into the school parking lot broke the chain.

The main characters started to gather one by one.

The first to appear was the girl’s mother.

“Mom…!”

The delinquent, who had been quietly sitting on the sofa without a word, buried her face in her mom’s shoulder as soon as she arrived.

Naturally, seeing her bruised child, the mother’s face swelled like an angry blowfish, and she started yelling furiously.

“What kind of kid are you? Who are you to hurt my precious daughter like this?”

“Mom, please calm down…”

“Are you crazy?! How can you stay calm now?! Tell me your name and your school, I’ll send you to the juvenile center! Bring your mom here immediately!”

The mother, just like her daughter, had no intention of listening.

That’s fine, I like pushing through with force as well.

“Student, don’t try that, it’ll get you nowhere. Quickly tell me your name, school, and bring your parents.”

“My name… you don’t need to know. Call me Sun.”

“Ahh!”

In the closed vice-principal’s office, along with a sudden flash of brilliance, I felt my perspective drop.

This is the first time I’ve transformed into my true form in front of people other than the ones who know.

Anyway, it’s written somewhere, but what’s the point?

I would rather these people knew my true identity.

Just so they realize which child they’re messing with…

Just so they understand the gravity of the situation.

“Alright, let’s talk a bit, shall we?”

I tilted my head, shifting my forehead to the side as I looked at the vice principal.

Even if that no-concept mom is as she is, someone of a higher societal standing would surely recognize me.

Just as I expected, the vice principal is utterly rigid.

“No, I, uh…”

“What? Where did that person go?”

And the girl who bullied Shiyeon.

She looked at me transformed and simply stared, her eyes like those of a startled rabbit.

Walking towards the sofa at the center of the vice principal’s room, I sat and pressed my palm to my forehead, raising my bangs upwards with my fingertips.

“Harm Shiyeon? You all, the vice principal and you, go gather those girls.”

“What? Vice principal, what are you doing? Why are you caving to her?”

Not too long after, the names of some students were called out over the school broadcast.

The names of the girls who harassed Shiyeon even in the messenger group chat.

A few obediently followed along and saw my appearance. Their eyes widened in surprise.

Some didn’t come, maybe they weren’t in school.

After all, those delinquents who smoke and fool around don’t listen to the teachers but follow their friends obediently.

“Hey, it’s your turn.”

I pointed at a girl standing with bruises on her face like a sinner.

“You all, get ready to receive some punches.”

Decided to beat the remaining offenders until the others arrive.

Two or three of them, out of pride, resisted, grabbing hair or flailing around but had their hair yanked and got slapped repeatedly.

A sharp sound echoed countless times as if rocks skimming across the water’s surface.

“Hey, you call them.”

I pointed at one of the girls.

And to the rest, I said, “And you bunch, get slapped.”

Until the other offender arrives, I decided to give everyone a taste of what it feels like with swift backhands.

Some of them tried to fight back out of wounded pride, grabbing hair or resisting, but I pulled their hair and delivered continuous slaps.

The sharp sound reverberated endlessly, like stones bouncing across the water’s surface.

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