“Does this make sense? Attempted murder, at my school!!”

The Cheonghwa High School foundation chairman’s office.

Because of yesterday’s incident the school had been turned upside down from the morning.

Chairman Gu Jayeon, who had been travelling in Japan, came home in a rush the moment she heard.

“I— I’m sorry!”

Principal An Jongwuk bent at the waist to ninety degrees.

He is at the point of going mad and leaping out of his own skin.

His retirement age.

This year is the last one.

He wanted to hold out well and retire honourably.

And things keep breaking.

Son of a bitch! Why go apeshit with a knife, of all things!

Lee Jangyong, driven out of the school a little while ago.

It was fortunate at least that it was after lessons.

He had gone at the golf teacher and Ha Tae-ung with a sashimi knife in his hand, and been beaten up in self-defence.

The whole circumstance of the incident was clearly caught on the CCTV record.

The security office staff on duty at the time were every one of them dismissed.

At any other ordinary school it is a situation that would already have made a splash across the press.

But this place is Cheonghwa High School.

It was handled as quietly as possible.

Lee Jangyong’s degree of injury was severe enough that he could not even run.

Detectives from the Gangnam police station came in swiftly, with a prosecutor to handle the aftermath, and the business was finished at speed.

The legal part was taken on by Attorney Kim Jeongryul, who served Ha Tae-ung as young master and whose face An Jongwuk knows too.

The business was wrapped up that way.

Hearing news of the incident, An Jongwuk knew by instinct that a quiet retirement was over now.

Instead of a safe retirement, only a dishonourable one remained.

Knock knock.

Just then a knocking sound was heard outside the chairman’s office door.

“Who is it!”

Gu Jayeon asked in a prickly voice.

Her tone was extremely on edge.

The business is wrapped up, but if Cheonghwa Group learns of it Gu Jayeon’s seat is in danger too.

The things that will break afterwards cannot be blocked either.

But the pupils have all found out about the incident already.

Click.

Opening the chairman’s office door, one middle-aged woman stepped in.

“It’s me. Chairman.”

“President…….”

It was the parents’ association president Ju Miju, wearing black sunglasses and with a luxury bag hung on one arm.

She had come in a black two-piece trouser suit that leaves the round shoulders plainly bare.

“Chairman! A murder — is that true?”

“N— no. It is only attempted murder.”

Gu Jayeon could not move in front of Ju Miju at ordinary times either.

The truth is that Cheonghwa Group is not at a level to stand against Hanguk Group.

Ju Miju is younger in years, but that Gu Jayeon is pushed down in the group order is a plain fact.

In temper she was no match either.

Ju Miju is the Nation’s Bitch, of all people.

Shff.

Ju Miju took her sunglasses off at a slant.

“I’ve called an emergency parents’ meeting.”

“President…….”

“Prepare a place for the meeting.”

“…….”

Gu Jayeon’s face went the colour of death.

Yesterday’s incident, which truly cannot be covered now.

“And summon the parties to the incident at once as well.”

“Sorry?”

“You don’t know?”

“Whom…….”

“That vile golf teacher and the thug Ha Tae-ung, the charity case!”

“……!!”

Ju Miju’s gaze blazed and burned.

Today you……

Late last night, mobilising the whole of her information line, she had found out the full course of the humiliation her son Lee Jeongjun took at school.

A son driven out, she is told, in front of the Management Studies Society’s members.

The reason was that assets on the trillion scale had been confirmed in the charity case Ha Tae-ung’s account.

That a bet had been laid beforehand on the account balance is a problem too.

Her son, who was not able to confirm it with his own eyes, did not accept it.

At that her son resisted, and Kang Junu forcibly expelled a son like that.

A trillion? What fucking rubbish!

Ha Donghwi, driven out of the group, lives in Sokcho having barely, barely found a footing.

Chairman Ha Cheolgon and his children with him are every one of them cold-blooded human beings.

And the bloodline of a child who was driven out possesses assets on the trillion scale?

It is certain, plainly, to be a trick got up between Kang Junu and Jang Jiyu to cast her son out.

Ha Tae-ung……. I will drive you out without fail! You dare block our son’s road ahead? Do you think I’ll leave you alive?

“Ha Tae-ung. Is it true?”

“Is what?”

“Did Teacher Lee Jangyong really take a knife and try to kill you yesterday?”

“Are you curious?”

“Is this something to laugh at? If it’s true, you nearly died!”

The classroom, still before the start of lessons.

At the words of a Lee Hyoju with a face full of worry, the class pricked their ears up.

“Teacher Lee Jangyong was the fool. He didn’t know a golf club is longer than a knife.”

I hit him a bit!

Sixteen weeks to heal came out.

His wrist and his shin, and a few ribs, were broken and cracked.

Attorney Kim Jeongryul said there was no problem, the injury being at the level of self-defence.

The scene of him rushing in with a sashimi knife was caught vividly on the school CCTV.

The police and a prosecutor too turned out and secured the evidence.

The figure of Lee Jangyong being carried away with his limbs hanging slack.

I gave him the chance to live the rest of his life quietly, and he could not acknowledge his fault and caused an incident.

The class of human being for whom summary judgement without the protection of the law is fitting.

An evil man, when he falls into suffering himself, screams that he is dying.

He shifts the price of his own sin onto other people and resents them for it instead.

Now that kind of attitude I do not forgive.

The fellows who demand mercy as though it were a right, and mean to enjoy it — I will let them have a real hell.

“My mother said…… a parents’ meeting has been called.”

“A parents’ meeting?”

“Lee Jeongjun’s mother is the president, isn’t she.”

Lee Jeongjun, who yesterday could not call me hyung and ground his teeth and was driven out of the society room.

The other fellows called me hyung and oppa and surrendered publicly.

Kang Junu’s charisma played its part.

“Today won’t be dull either.”

“Haa……. Truly, I have nothing to say.”

Lee Hyoju let out a deep sigh.

A sincere worry could be felt in it.

In a space of not even a month she has become a real friend.

“…….”

The classroom is unexpectedly quiet.

Oh Gwangjun, who used to be full of rebelliousness, does not even meet my eyes.

He does not get cheeky the way he did in that time in the past either.

The children of the other classes are the same.

In a classroom air that has sunk quiet and heavy, they only breathe.

Though silence was not particularly demanded, each of them curled his tail up as he saw fit.

Cheonghwa High School, where the typical rules of a discriminatory and class-based society apply.

Having come to stand at the centre of it, it is not bad.

Even in this gap I have salvaged a few friends.

Tatatatak.

The sound of hurried footsteps was heard in the corridor.

And.

“Tae-ung-oppa!”

It was Kang Ari.

Out of breath, as though she had run a long way, she shows a gaze full of worry.

“Hmph.”

Lee Hyorin gave a short snort through her nose.

“You’re not hurt anywhere? Are you all right?”

Kang Ari, a first-year hoobae paying no attention whatever to the second-year sunbaes.

Because of the fact that her standing is out of the ordinary, everybody shut their mouths.

“Ari-ya…….”

An Aram, who had come after her, was the one thrown.

“Thank goodness…….”

Kang Ari swept every part of him over minutely, and her face eased.

“First year! You know this is a second-year classroom right now?”

Lee Hyoju’s tone went up.

“Yes.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes~”

At Kang Ari’s innocent reply Lee Hyoju, lost for words, shook her head.

“Oppa.”

“Call me sunbae.”

“To me you’re oppa.”

“Ha Tae-ung! Stop her, will you?”

I have no wish to force my way in between a Lee Hyoju and a Kang Ari playing tiki-taka.

That getting into a board like this for no reason makes for a headache I realised long ago in the life before the regression.

“T— Tae-ung-haksaeng.”

Just then a careful voice called me from the back of the classroom.

I turned my head and checked behind me.

In that spot the head of academic affairs, Teacher Wang Jindeok, was standing with an awkward expression.

“What…… is it?”

The moment our eyes met along with my question, he trembled slightly.

“That is…….”

The head of academic affairs Wang Jindeok could not easily get the words out.

“Let’s go.”

“……!!”

(End of Chapter 117)