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

Episode 8. The Wise School Life of the Underprivileged (2)

“Hut!”

“Uh…”

“Crazy!”

My calm, low-pitched vocal reaction left everyone flustered.

It was a natural reaction from classmates who basically understood Oh Gwang-jun’s personality.

Everyone acknowledges that he’s a total piece of shit.

So, my reaction to such a guy was bound to be shocking.

“You little shit? Bwahahahahahaha!”

He reacted immediately, like the lunatic he is.

His voice went up an octave, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Not just Oh Gwang-jun, but there isn’t a single student in this school who is easy to deal with.

Except for a Sabeja like me.

To them, someone in my position is just a tool to relieve their stress.

Oh Gwang-jun used me as his dedicated stress-relief tool.

And that object just showed an unexpected reaction today.

He must feel like he was sucker-punched.

He must be pissed off enough to blow a fuse.

A pushover who had never once resisted him was now acting up.

“Hey! Sabeja!”

“Oh Gwang-jun. You know that word is a forbidden term on campus, right?”

“Forbidden term? Fuck you, you little shit. I don’t know anything about that.”

“Friend. Fuck you. That also counts as verbal abuse.”

“Friend? How dare… you?”

“Your father is a Chief Prosecutor at the Eastern District Prosecutors’ Office… you shouldn’t be doing this. Discrimination against humans is a wrongful act prohibited by the Constitution and various laws.”

I advised him softly and kindly.

Of course, I also wore a gentle smile.

A fisherman casting bait.

That’s exactly who I am right now.

“Wrongful act? Do you want to die? You’ve been resting too much, so your liver must be swollen, huh?”

He’s taking the bait properly.

“Threats aren’t allowed either. My liver is fine. I don’t drink or smoke like you.”

“Shut up! You crazy bastard!!”

Smack!

Along with the profanity, a crisp, unexpected slap landed on my cheek.

The sound of the impact exploded.

Yes!

He took the bait!!!

“…….”

The classroom went quiet in an instant.

I was hit while sitting defenseless.

My cheek stings from the hard hit.

It’s not real pain.

Compared to Special Forces torture training, this is nothing.

Winter survival training in the mountains where temperatures drop below -20 degrees Celsius!

That was hell itself.

Eating weeds that wouldn’t kill you and eating snakes found in the ground raw.

Compared to that, this is just child’s play.

This guy was actually one of the reasons I endured those days.

Humiliation?

I experienced worse contempt during college, in the military, and at work.

The day I was fired from the company I was loyal to, treated like a surplus human, was the same.

The moment I was unilaterally dumped by my girlfriend was the same.

“In this sacred school… did you just commit an act of violence?”

I asked, raising the corners of my mouth so only Oh Gwang-jun could see.

My voice sounded cold even to my own ears.

I touched my cheek as if it hurt a lot and stared at him.

Flinch.

Oh Gwang-jun’s eyes wavered.

A high schooler already exuding a dark aura.

Still, he’s just a kid.

Time to start the retribution.

I put my hand under the desk and stopped the recording.

This is enough evidence.

Swoosh.

And I stood up.

I’m 187 centimeters tall.

On the other hand, Oh Gwang-jun is only 170 centimeters.

My head is a full level above his.

In the past, I was so afraid of a guy like this.

But facing him again like this…

“You must have been fed high-end formula. If you didn’t grow up like this, shouldn’t you file a complaint? Is it because of your genes?”

“W-what?”

“You’re already hard of hearing at such a young age? Ah! Is that why you couldn’t bring your manners with you?”

“Has this son of a bitch lost his mind!!”

Whoosh!

Like a guy who’s done boxing, his jab is very fast.

But to me…

Smack!

I dodged the fist and threw a blow at the same time.

With my large palm, boldly!

Bam!

As he got hit on the cheek, he staggered and fell to the classroom floor.

Even if my body isn’t trained, it’s a young body.

The striking techniques I learned as a former Special Forces soldier are effective.

I can see five vulnerable spots on Oh Gwang-jun’s body.

I could make him drop dead in one shot.

A greenhorn who doesn’t know anything and is acting up.

“Heh…”

A cold, mocking laugh escaped.

The past times I was unilaterally bullied by a piece of shit like this.

Now, goodbye to that dark history.

I will make sure it never repeats in my life!

“……. Is Gwang-jun the one who got hit?”

“Didn’t you say Gwang-jun did boxing?”

“Ha Tae-woong… he really is crazy.”

The kids in the classroom were buzzing.

Cheonghwa is a school with brutal school rules.

Moreover, most of the students are children from well-off families.

They don’t cross the line, keeping their social status in mind.

Of course, Sabejas are the exception.

They don’t directly participate in the bullying.

However, they indirectly participate by ignoring the situation even when Sabejas are in trouble.

To them, Sabejas are nothing more than stress-relief tools.

Their daily stress levels are no joke.

Even before they can hold a spoon, they receive high-priced private education and master high school courses by middle school.

Except for kids preparing for college through student records and GPA, most are preparing for the Suneung.

Sabejas enjoy an educational environment with a concrete wall-level standard that they could never even dream of.

But Ha Tae-woong was different.

Basically, he has the brains for studying.

His tenacious personality also played a part.

Even when he was bullied, ostracized, and excluded, he endured tenaciously.

He’s not in the top tier, but he always lands in the top 5 in class.

His appearance isn’t lacking either.

He’s handsome and tall, which female students prefer.

If it were a regular high school, not Cheonghwa, he would’ve been popular.

He might have enjoyed huge popularity across the entire grade.

But Cheonghwa is a military academy for the children of South Korea’s upper class.

Ha Tae-woong, a Sabeja who is destined to live his whole life doing menial labor at the bottom, slapped Oh Gwang-jun.

It’s a provocation at the level of treason that should never happen.

It happened in front of the students of Class 3, 2nd Grade.

The kids who witnessed the scene with their own eyes froze.

“What is this?”

“Did Oh Gwang-jun really get hit???”

“He’s crazy.”

Students from the next class even flocked in.

They came in droves, surprised by the screams and shocking news that broke out all at once.

Everyone was equally flustered by the unprecedented incident.

“How dare you…….”

Lying on the floor, Oh Gwang-jun glared at Ha Tae-woong.

He was dazed, flustered even by himself.

A Sabeja, who is no different from a pig or dog, dared to throw a hand.

An unexpected, sudden blow.

Unlike usual, his defiant attitude was unpleasant.

I just gave him a light reprimand.

But the intensity of the resistance was too strong.

It was very humiliating to be hit by a counterattack.

The boxing skills I’ve honed were useless.

I fell down as soon as I was hit by a strike that was too fast.

I felt power in Ha Tae-woong’s palm.

It looked like a trivial slap, but it was a great technique.

I saw Ha Tae-woong differently.

Something changed since before the holiday.

Every morning when I came to school, he was useful for stress relief.

This is the first time I’ve seen this attitude from Ha Tae-woong.

He was a timid bastard who couldn’t say a word and just kept his head down and solved workbooks.

But, today is completely different.

From the way he sat with his shoulders straight, it was different.

He showed hostility with an arrogant gaze.

It feels like things have gone terribly wrong.

The rumor that I was beaten by a mere Sabeja will spread in an instant.

It’ll be hard to show my face and go to school from now on.

“You son of a bitch……. I’m going to kill you!!”

Grind.

As I was clenching my fists and trying to get up from the classroom floor while grinding my teeth.

Thud!

A powerful and heavy blow landed on my abdomen.

“Kyaaaaaa!”

“Aack!”

The female students burst into screams.

Such acts of violence were not tolerated on campus.

It’s the first school violence scene they’ve witnessed since admission.

They are people who have been pampered like flowers in a greenhouse.

They are children of the upper class who are used to the role of perpetrator but have never been victims.

They were witnessing a person of their own kind being beaten by a lowly Sabeja.

By a pathetic bear who had been living breathlessly without ever provoking them until now.

“Ugh……. ugh…….”

Oh Gwang-jun clutched his stomach and twisted his body.

His insides were twisted and his stomach turned.

Splatter.

Soon, the toast and fruit chunks he ate for breakfast spilled onto the classroom floor.

“……Ugh!”

“It’s, it’s disgusting…….”

The female students who were screaming frowned and turned their faces away.

A moment of shame where he wanted to hide in a mouse hole.

Oh Gwang-jun couldn’t believe his situation at this moment.

He wanted to grab something in his hand.

If he could just beat Ha Tae-woong to death right now and end it…….

But…….

Crunch.

Oh Gwang-jun, who had vomited everything and collapsed to the side.

At that moment, he smelled cheap rubber slippers on one side of his face.

Grunt!

He couldn’t move his head.

Fear pierced his brain.

Ha Tae-woong……. this guy is a thug.

Since he’s stepping on one side of my face, I can’t see Ha Tae-woong’s facial expression.

But murderous intent was clearly conveyed from the sole of the slipper.

The anxiety that he might crush my head like this gripped me.

“You said your father is a Chief Prosecutor who protects justice? But does it make sense to kill someone?”

The mockery was mixed in Ha Tae-woong’s voice that pierced my ears.

The actions I usually showed toward Ha Tae-woong overlapped.

Oh Gwang-jun closed his eyes tightly while being stepped on by the slipper.

Ha Tae-woong, the loser and outcast.

I was completely defeated by him.

I shuddered at the embarrassment I would face in the future.

A place where you have to be strong to survive.

It’s Cheonghwa High School, where the rules of survival of the fittest are strictly followed.

It’s obvious that the rumors are spreading fast even now.

Just at that moment.

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