Look at These Guys?

Since the original owner of this body had kept away from school, it was quite difficult to find information about the school.

Fortunately, I was able to find out the school name and class through the disciplinary notice, and after wandering around various group chat rooms, I even got the phone number.

I thought about asking Shin Jeonga, but I decided against it because I was worried the conversation might get too long.

The school uniform was stashed away in a strange place, left like a rag in the corner of the first-floor guest room.

Thanks to that, half a day of searching the second floor was all in vain.

I left the uniform at the dry cleaner’s and picked it up again, and since there was no schoolbag at home, I went to the department store to buy one on the precious weekend.

Yoon Sia accompanied me to the department store, and she was very happy that I was buying a schoolbag.

[I’m so glad that Inho seems to have changed his mind.]

I remembered Yoon Sia’s face, smiling brightly as she bought me lunch in the food court.

“Ah… I’m tired.”

I was exhausted from preparing in such a hurry.

Passing through the iron school gate, a well-paved asphalt road led to the main building.

Wow, back in my day, it was a bumpy stone path, the world has gotten so much better.

To be going back to school at this age, I’m a little worried.

Will I be able to keep up with the ‘modern’ kids….

Well, this is a rejuvenation that others can’t even buy with money, let’s think positively.

Thinking these useless thoughts, I moved my feet again.

Feeling the pressure and stability that the school uniform gave me, I looked around the school.

It wasn’t much different from the image that generally comes to mind when you think of ‘school’.

It wasn’t a huge school like in some dramas, nor was it a school for the upper class.

Students were walking along the road in groups of twos and threes.

Their faces were full of smiles as they talked about something, and I felt a bit estranged.

Suddenly returning to a moment of youth, it seems like my body hasn’t quite accepted it yet.

I guess you could call it a kind of jet lag.

Thinking about this and that, I arrived at the main building.

But, should I go to the classroom or the faculty office?

Judging from the fact that there was no specific message, it seems okay to go to the classroom.

Let’s see, what class was I in?

Perhaps because I arrived 20 minutes earlier than the start of school, there weren’t many people in the classroom.

Or maybe the class size wasn’t that big to begin with.

There were only six classes, and roughly counting the desks, there were about 25?

I had heard through the news that the number of students had decreased, but there’s a big difference between hearing it as information and seeing it with your own eyes.

Back in my day, there were 14 classes with 42 students in each class….

Thinking of that cramped classroom filled with the smell of sweat, I felt a sense of unfairness.

I felt a few gazes directed at me. The gazes contained surprise and fear.

They seemed to be trying to look without getting caught, but unfortunately, I could feel it.

The clearly unwelcoming atmosphere made me sigh involuntarily.

It’s going to be a bit difficult to adapt.

First, let’s sit down.

I was able to find my seat.

I asked a student in the class where my seat was, and the female student who received the question very carefully told me where my seat was.

I thanked her and sat down to kill time.

In the meantime, students came into the class and their eyes briefly turned to me.

[Is Inho’s suspension already over?]

[Ah, the good days are all gone.]

[Annoying.]

The gazes directed at me were mostly like this.

They didn’t openly show hostility. That alone was enough to know what my image was in this class.

After enduring such uncomfortable gazes several times.

Shin Jeonga, who came into the class, ran to me as soon as she saw me.

“Inho!”

She sat down next to me with a beaming smile.

“Hi.”

I acknowledged her by slightly raising my hand.

“I finally get to see your face.”

Shin Jeonga’s face was full of smiles, as if she was so excited.

As if to make up for not having met me until now, she began to recite what had happened in the meantime.

Who fought with whom, what the facilities of the newly opened karaoke were like, that she wanted to buy some clothes….

I let the feast of information that was of no help to me flow out of one ear.

Whether she didn’t see my indifferent appearance, or pretended not to see it, Shin Jeonga didn’t stop talking.

“……..”

While Shin Jeonga was chattering, I carefully observed the male student hovering around.

He was hesitating behind Shin Jeonga.

-Ding Dong Ding Dong

As the bell rang to announce the morning assembly, the male student, who had been hesitating for a long time, opened his mouth.

“Um….”

He cautiously spoke to Shin Jeonga, but Shin Jeonga didn’t respond, as her attention was focused on me.

“Um, excuse me….”

The male student spoke to Shin Jeonga again.

“What?”

Perhaps because my gaze was directed behind her, Shin Jeonga turned around and snapped.

“It’s my seat….”

It seemed like he was the original owner of the seat.

“Can’t I sit here for a bit?”

Shin Jeonga tilted her head and asked back.

“It’s almost time for morning assembly.”

“You can just sit in my seat.”

Shin Jeonga argued as if asking what the problem was, and the male student closed his mouth.

‘Jeong Sanghoon’. His name was written on his name tag.

Jeong Sanghoon couldn’t go to Shin Jeonga’s seat, nor could he reclaim his own seat, and just stood there blankly.

“Hey, go back to your seat.”

I said to Shin Jeonga, unable to watch any longer.

“…Huh?”

She widened her eyes as if she didn’t expect me to say that.

“Go to your seat. It’s almost time for morning assembly.”

“Since when did you care about that kind of thing.”

“Shut up and go to your seat quickly.”

When I waved my hand as if to chase her away, Shin Jeonga crumpled her face and got up from her seat.

-Bang!

The sound of a palm hitting the desk echoed through the classroom.

Because of that, the attention was focused on this side.

“……..”

Shin Jeonga glared at Jeong Sanghoon once and then returned to her seat.

“What are you doing? Sit down.”

I said to Jeong Sanghoon, who had a troubled look on his face.

“Huh? Oh….”

He carefully sat down next to me with a dazed look on his face.

Hmm…. I feel like I’ve screwed up from the start.

Is there no save load?