Ch.20My Side or Their Side (2)

“What’s going on? Why are they acting like that? Someone just yelled.”

“I think the class president said something to Doyoung. The atmosphere is super tense.”

“Why? What did she say to start a fight?”

“I didn’t hear that part. The class president said something to Doyoung, and then Choi Sahyang got serious and shouted.”

When voices rise in a classroom, eyes naturally turn toward the source. From the moment Sahyang and Hyerang shouted at Ahn Seonggyeong, most of the class had already focused their attention on our desk.

“Are they fighting? Bahn Doyoung versus Ahn Seonggyeong, one-on-one?”

“No, Choi Sahyang and Yu Hyerang are there too. So it’s one against three. You have to count Bahn Doyoung’s ride-or-dies.”

“Bahn Doyoung doesn’t have balls.”

“Oh, now that you mention it, that’s true. So not ball-friends but no-bra-friends.”

The murmuring voices of our classmates surrounded us.

“Shouldn’t the class president break up the fight if it’s real?”

“How can the class president break it up when she’s the one fighting?”

“Where’s the vice president when you need him?”

“Teacher Miso is going to cry again today. Her eyes were already red this morning.”

Even though they were speaking in hushed tones, the resonance of the low whispers rising from below gradually changed the atmosphere in the space.

One comment after another gathering.

And the tension seeping in between them.

The bass sound of the crowd created by the students’ murmurs in the classroom was already rumbling like the anxious eve before a storm hits.

“But why has Bahn Doyoung been resting her leg on Do Hamin’s knee this whole time?”

“Ah… from Do Hamin’s seated angle, he can probably see the panties Bahn Doyoung is wearing right now…”

“Ugh, disgusting. Is that all guys think about? Not thinking about stopping the fight?”

“Look who’s talking. You’re the one hiding your phone under the desk watching BL.”

Of course, among them were spectators with completely different interests.

“Why are you questioning innocent Do Hamin? I’m talking to you, Bahn Doyoung.”

“You’re the one who called me a slut who hangs out with guys all night. I’m just doing what you said I do.”

“…”

-Murmurs

-Murmurs

After my response to Ahn Seonggyeong, the students surrounding us immediately began to react.

“Wow, class president. That was harsh. Did you really call her a slut just because she apologized for dozing off?”

“That’s going too far, no matter what.”

“If someone says that to your face, I can understand why you’d put your leg on someone like Do Hamin’s knee out of spite.”

“The class president is in the wrong here. Choi Sahyang had a right to yell.”

“…”

Through my lenses, I could see Ahn Seonggyeong’s eyes waver slightly. She was beginning to feel the public opinion turning against her.

“W-what? Why am I the only one…”

Ahn Seonggyeong bit her lip and frowned. The disappointment was clearly visible on her face.

According to her original plan, she, as the class president, should have led public opinion to make me the target of their stones. Just like what happened to Lee Jeonggyu on the entrance ceremony day.

She had the position of class president, but a week wasn’t enough time for that position to be exercised as power.

“Even though Doyoung was known as a goddess, she didn’t exactly go through guys one after another. You should know that since you went to the same elementary and middle school as her.”

“If girls like Choi Sahyang and Yu Hyerang are getting upset hearing that, it must not be true.”

“So it’s a misunderstanding because she’s pretty? Being born with a face like that isn’t always good. I’d feel bad too if everyone thought I was a slut just because I was born pretty.”

“Even teachers don’t favor you just because you’re pretty. From what I’ve seen, Bahn Doyoung might not be good at studying, but she doesn’t hang out with bad kids.”

Ironically, the “Bulsa Middle School Goddess” title that Ahn Seonggyeong had so despised and dismissed was now drawing sympathy from the other students.

“Again… picking on someone vulnerable to be your puppet and mouthpiece… Yeah, that’s it.”

Sensing that the situation had reached a point of no return, Ahn Seonggyeong turned her gaze toward Do Hamin, who was supporting my leg.

“Let’s hear what Bahn Doyoung says. What do guys like Do Hamin really think of you?”

Having failed to sway public opinion to her side, Ahn Seonggyeong had only one way to turn this situation around: wait for Do Hamin’s answer.

“Do Hamin… whose side do you think is right?”

From the class president’s perspective, she probably thought students like Do Hamin were in the same category as herself.

While Ahn Seonggyeong was called a model student for actively taking on class president duties and following school rules, Do Hamin was considered a model student by teachers solely for his academic performance.

She probably believed that Do Hamin would understand what she was saying and sympathize with her.

“Do Hamin, be honest. Don’t you ever think ‘why’ when girls like Bahn Doyoung do things like this? Why is she doing this to me? Haven’t you ever thought that?”

“…”

But there was something Ahn Seonggyeong overlooked.

The protagonist of this world is Do Hamin, who is right here,

And Bahn Doyoung, whom I’m possessing, is the main heroine of this world.

You’re just a supporting character created to make the classroom scenes less bland, only meant to stand at attention and bow.

“Come on, speak up, model student. Whose side are you on?”

When given the choice between main heroine Bahn Doyoung and supporting character Ahn Seonggyeong on equal footing, it was obvious what Do Hamin would answer.

He would undoubtedly mention Bahn Doyoung’s name without a moment’s hesitation.

“I…”

“Class 1-1, attention!”

“Ah, it was just getting to the important part.”

-Slide

At that moment, the vice president of Class 1-1 who had been elected alongside Ahn Seonggyeong, Hyun Myeongsu, flung open the front door where teachers enter and shouted.

“Third period is PE! We need to change into gym clothes and get to the field quickly!”

“What? Hyun Myeongsu, what nonsense is that? Monday’s third period is Korean Geography with Teacher Miso.”

“Something happened to Teacher Miso, so they switched with tomorrow’s third period PE class.”

“What happened? What kind of issue?”

Ahn Seonggyeong frowned as she questioned the vice president. It was understandable to be confused since they weren’t just switching with another class on the same day, but with a class from a different day.

“How would I know what happened? I just heard from the PE teacher that our class was switched to PE.”

“Why did they tell you, the vice president, instead of me, the class president?”

“I don’t know, damn it! Probably because you were over there having a pointless argument with the other students, so the teacher told me instead!”

“What? Who are you to talk to me like that?”

For Ahn Seonggyeong, it wasn’t just confusion; she seemed to feel some sort of displeasure from the vice president’s actions.

She seemed more upset about why such a report was made without including her, rather than the sudden PE class.

“Are you sure that’s right? You didn’t mishear something?”

“Yes, it’s right! Can’t you see the PE teacher waiting on the field? Anyway, third period today is PE! Hurry up, change into your gym clothes and get to the field! Don’t you see there’s only three minutes left of break time?”

With that, the vice president closed the door and ran out into the hallway. Since he didn’t have gym clothes, he probably went to borrow some from students in other classes.

“This is why I asked for separate elections for vice president… No one ever listens to me…”

Though they were class president and vice president, the relationship between the two didn’t seem very good. In Myeongsu’s case, he had received one vote less than Ahn Seonggyeong and ended up as vice president instead of president, so he couldn’t have had a good impression of her.

“This is bad, do you have gym clothes?”

“I washed mine since Friday is PE day, so I didn’t bring them. I need to hurry and borrow some.”

“Then victory goes to me, who left mine stuffed in my locker instead of taking them home last Friday.”

“Damn, don’t stand next to me later.”

After Hyun Myeongsu’s announcement passed through like a storm, the crowd that had gathered around me and Ahn Seonggyeong dispersed instantly. The fight might have been interesting to watch, but not being late for class was more important.

Students who had gym clothes headed to the bathrooms, while those who didn’t left the classroom to borrow from friends in other classes.

“What are you going to do? Shouldn’t we go borrow gym clothes from another class first? I didn’t bring mine either.”

“…”

“Hey, model student. You didn’t bring yours either, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know anyone in other classes, so it’s hard to borrow.”

“Fine, come with me. I’ll look around and help you out.”

“M-mine too?”

“Of course. We’re on the same side.”

Bahn Doyoung is the main heroine of the story and the most beautiful girl in school.

When such a beauty asks to borrow gym clothes, what student would refuse?

“Ah, should I borrow some for you too, class president?”

“…No thanks.”

“Heh. Let’s go, Sahyang, Hyerang.”

And so we left the classroom, leaving Ahn Seonggyeong alone.

“Why would you offer to borrow clothes for that bitch?”

“We’re in the same class. If I have PE, she has PE too.”

“You want to help her after she called you a slut?”

“Actually, I really am a slut on weekends.”

“What?”

“I mop the floors at the dojo.”

“You little shit.”

…

Third period PE class,

Living up to my setting as the school’s top beauty,

I was able to successfully borrow gym clothes from students in other classes.

“Phew, I managed to borrow clothes for Do Hamin too, just in time.”

“But where did that class president bitch go?”

“Oh, there she comes.”

After everyone had barely managed to borrow gym clothes and gathered on the field, Ahn Seonggyeong appeared.

“Oh, what’s with her?”

“…”

Ahn Seonggyeong approached the gathering place with her head bowed low, still in her school uniform, unable to borrow gym clothes from anyone.