Chapter 6 - I also had times when I thought that way (2)
“The teacher was genuinely delighted when Jiwoon took the initiative to introduce himself in such a respectful manner. Truth be told, I was filled with concerns since last night, barely catching a wink of sleep. Despite that, I managed to get myself to work by morning. And to my surprise, Jiwoon turned out to be a much better person than I had initially thought. The teacher is truly…”
The reason for Teacher Choi Da-in’s request for a meeting was quite straightforward.
Upon entering school, she had several documents to complete. However, on the first day of the entrance ceremony, Ji-woon made an error while filling out those documents. As a result, Teacher Choi needed to reconfirm the information.
//And after that, she asked the boring questions, such as inquiring about my health and whether there were any significant injuries.
And then, I see the true nature of the young female teacher, who is currently speaking rapidly and with great emotion.
‘In fact, it was me who was the worst! Judging students solely by first impressions! Condemning someone based on the first day alone! Shaking in fear for no reason since last night! Our Ji-woon only made a mistake because of the nervousness on the first day of school, but the homeroom teacher immediately doubted this poor, kind child… Sob…’
No, Ms. Choi Da-in, if there was an attempted act of violence at the entrance ceremony, it’s normal to have preconceptions.
Perhaps it is a world of dating sim game, it seemed that even the teacher character wasn’t just a typical one.
Was there a route for the homeroom teacher? I deleted it after playing once, so I don’t know. If there was, it seems there would have been quite a few users who entrusted themselves to this mature character with a high capacity for acceptance.
“You don’t have to Apologize, Teacher. After all, it was my mistake that ruined my first impression.”
“How can Jiwoon’s be so kind? Yes, manybe It’s because you're nervous on the first day! Perhaps the kids are also misunderstanding the situation. Let’s both make an effort together. Okay?”
Ms. Choi Da-in figure, bouncing up and down while holding both my hands, felt like that of a college senior, no matter how much I looked. To be honest, if I exaggerate a bit, it seemed like she could pass for a college freshman.
As grown men and women hold hands (of course, based on my main body), I couldn’t help but feel my heart stir. Unaware of this, Teacher Choi Dain is grinning from ear to ear, so perhaps it’s time for me to regain my senses and maintain the principle of men and women not sitting together.
But why is the teacher’s hands so incredibly soft? Seriously…
“Teacher, please let go of my hand and let’s talk.”
“Ah… Ah! Sorry, sorry! I didn’t realize in excitement that I was holding your hand…”
Startled, Choi Da-in let go of my hand. Goodbye, my soft and squishy delight… It was a short time, but it was enjoyable. I won’t forget…
Putting my regrets behind, I answered her questions, and the meeting ended smoothly. Having managed to change the homeroom teacher’s mind, I could call it a fruitful time.
The wary and suspicious glances from the students still looking at me are hard to get used to, but perhaps by changing them one by one, a different picture will eventually emerge.
Feeling satisfied with this much, I was about to head to the classroom with light steps when suddenly, a familiar voice began to reach me from behind.
“Seeing you again? Lee Ji-woon.”
Her voice was cold and distant. The protagonist was none other than Hong seol, the student council president I had encountered that morning.
In an instant, my internal radar went haywire. I had thought I wouldn’t have to see her again after bending to her will, but now she was standing before me. What could be the reason for her visit?
Suddenly, I was reminded of the incident with Park Ha-eun. I had never intended to get involved with the main heroine for unknown reasons, but now I found myself potentially entangled with Hongseol, one of the heroines.
It’s chilling. A dagger seems to have flown into my heart. But I don’t have to worry. The fortress-like facade of Lee Ji-woon remains unshaken.
“What’s the matter, senior?”
“Senior… I never thought I’d hear that from you, junior.”
I felt a slight embarrassment, but it was so faint that it quickly disappeared into my own coldness.
In the story, Hong Seol was always haughty and cold. Her tender true self was only allowed to be seen by the protagonist who could break through her walls.
That meant, since she was still cold to me, the chances of us not getting involved were more than plenty. That ice wall. I hope it stays up forever, Hong Seol.
“I remember giving you all the items that violated the school rules.”
“That’s right, you did.”
“…Then why?”
“What do you think?”
I responded with a bit of a brusque tone, hoping to add some chill to Hong Seol’s ice wall.
And what came back was a question. I couldn’t tell if Hong Seol was picking a fight with me or if she really had business with me.
Maybe she wanted to re-establish the hierarchy. Duw to the nature of head of discipline Committee, she might have come for a second round to completely bend me to her will.
I’d bow down 20 times, not just twice, if it meant she’d stay out of my sight.
“Speak clearly, please. If you’re here to discipline me, I’ll comply, so just go on your way.”
“…Student ID.”
The response was ‘student ID’. My student ID? Why is she looking for my student ID?
As I stood there with a puzzled expression, Hong Seol frowned and started to reach out her hand to me.
“You didn’t show your student ID this morning and just left. I need to record the penalty points, so give me your student ID.”
“…Ah.”
Come to think of it, Raon High School had a system where demerit points were recorded on a chip inside the student ID. The records were all computerized and stored in the school’s computers, and if a certain threshold was exceeded, the punishment also included being barred from entering common buildings by scanning the student ID.
The most typical examples were the cafeteria or the club rooms. If points accumulated, you couldn’t even go to the cafeteria, which was surely a punishment stronger than any disciplinary action for a student.
Now I was receiving such demerit points. No wonder this damned senpai had been so persistent in finding me…
“Here you go.”
I forced my trembling hand to stop shaking. Even though I was a grown adult, not being able to go to the cafeteria was a big deal.
And it wasn’t just any cafeteria, but Raon High’s cafeteria. Considering the strength of Raon High, which even had famous fast-food brands, being banned from the cafeteria was like a death sentence.
First, I need to find a way to get rid of these demerit points quickly…
"As before, aren't you being too obedient?"
After recording the demerit points on my student ID, Hong Seol looked at me with suspicion-filled eyes.
It was as if she had prepared herself to face the Demon King, only for the Demon King to throw in the towel before the fight, completely deflating her excitement.
If it were the old me, I would have responded with a smile, saying that whatever is good is good, but this was Hong Seol.
Showing teeth to someone I shouldn’t get close to was something that should only exist when I’m angry.
“So, you don’t like it?”
“No, it’s not that…”
“Then just ignore it. At least I won’t defy the disciplinary committee, so stop trying to discipline me for no reason.”
I snatched the student ID back irritably. Of course, I wasn’t angry. It was like a growling Chihuahua. Lacking the courage to bite, but not wanting to give the other party any space, so it barks first.
At least maintaining a somewhat reserved attitude would be necessary until Hong Seol, the second-year student, graduates and no longer approaches me.
As I stood there, suggesting I should leave now that my business was concluded, Hongseol began to take something out from the cabinet next to her.
Familiar items. They were none other than the outerwear and various piercings she had confiscated from me that morning.
One by one, Hong Seol handed everything back to me. Oblivious to the English labels, she accepted my belongings with a slightly softened expression, her eyes meeting mine.
“Actually, for minor violations, we don’t immediately confiscate belongings. We issue demerit points, but initially, it’s more of a warning.”
“…”
“But I guess ever since you returned, I’ve been subconsciously on edge. Maybe I was trying to assert my authority, just as you said. After all, the guy who tried to punch me during the entrance ceremony is now coming to school, so maybe I wanted to break you, even if it meant bending the rules.”
“Well, I'm sorry about the first day…”
“No worries. In the end, I was also led into that situation. Although the circumstances are different, I thought it might be fair to consider it a minor mistake.”
Ultimately, Hong Seol’s main reason for seeking me out was to return the confiscated items.
Despite her usual strictness and formality, her willingness to admit her own mistakes left a favorable impression. It seemed she lived by the same principles she enforced on others—standing tall and proud.
'So when exactly are you going to leave…?'
Yeah, I get it, you’re cool. Tall, good-looking, pretty face, and you don’t play favorites—I get it. So can you please disappear from in front of me now, Hong Seol?
Even after handing me my things, our disciplinary head kept staring at me, scrutinizing me from head to toe. Even if I openly showed my annoyance, it seemed to have no effect on someone who had already been bent once; her behavior appeared unchanged.
After about a minute of contemplation, her lively lips, which had been tightly sealed, slowly began to move.
“You wouldn’t happen to…”
“I refuse.”
“…How do you know what I was going to say?”
“Whatever it is, I’m not interested. In anything you’re about to do.”
If Hong Seol has an ice wall, then I have an iron wall. I don’t know what she was going to say to me, but the best thing was to shut my mouth first so I wouldn’t hear anything at all.
Contrary to appearances, I'm completely guarded…
Well, how does it look? Even if I'm a golden sun, I know how to protect my ass myself. Don't try to come at me on a subject you don't know anything about, This pitiable model student.
Hongseol muttered to herself, finally turning away from me. It was only then that the anus, which had been throbbing, seemed to be relaxing and breathing (that's, of course, the metaphor is).
"Anyway, as I was soothing myself, suddenly Hongseol stopped walking and just turned her head back.
Caught off guard and reverting back to my impenetrable mode, Hongseol, for some reason, added just one more word with a faint smile.
“Well, there will be another chance, I guess.”
As she walked away after those last words, I started to feel, for some reason, that this wouldn’t be our last meeting.
Why! What is it!? Why are you suddenly throwing bait in front of me, making me anxious…
‘…Should I sprinkle some salt?’
It was a moment of serious contemplation, recalling whether the school canteen sold salt and considering making a purchase."
A chihuahua would defo bite
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