episode_0021

I met a bastard and the next morning.

I wonder if it’s because I realized that the bastard had returned to my previous body and I was a little less worried, thinking that I could prevent the things I had always worried about.

I slept very well.

Instead of waking up slowly as usual, I jumped up, took a breath of fresh air, and got ready to go to school.

After eating, washing, changing into simple clothes, and fixing my hair, I looked in the mirror again today. Hehe.

Is it because I saw that jerk yesterday?

I feel like my chances of becoming a hot guy have increased after realizing that the appearance changes depending on who enters the same body and what actions they take.

I should say thank you to my mom before I leave. Hehe.

“Mom!”

“Yeah, son, be careful on your way back!”

“No. That’s not it. Thank you!”

“Yeah, what?”

“Face? Hehe.”

“Son? You got it? Hehe.”

“I’ll be back! Hehe.”

“Yeah, always be careful not to hurt your face! Hehehe.”

My mom and I exchanged wonderful smiles as we left the house and started walking to school.

Today, I entered the classroom with a refreshed mind and greeted Hwang Min-ha, who had arrived first.

“Hello. Good morning.”

“Yeah. Hi.”

I greeted you warmly today, but it was clear that you were of the same species as me.

As I sit and wait for the morning roll call, the class feels a little noisier today.

“The 1st place winner of Class 3 beat the 1st place winner of Class 1!”

“Oh really? When did we fight?”

“Don’t you know? He just said he won?”

“You didn’t fight with the class leader in our class?”

As I listened to the sounds coming from the room, it seemed like they were already holding a bully selection competition even though they were only first graders in elementary school.

To be honest, I’m curious. I’d rather watch the fight than wonder who wins or loses.

Isn’t it a national rule that dogfights are real? It’s only natural that in my past life, dogfights between elementary school kids got more views on YouTube than UFC.

If we fight later, I’ll have to follow the kids and go watch. It’ll help me get revenge in two years. Hehe.

But there was a guy in our class who was the best. I’ve never seen him fight. I wish I had dated one of my male friends.

For the first time, I regretted not making a male friend in class.

“Jaehoon. Hello.”

“Yeah.”

Shin Yuri’s princess style remains unchanged today.

The distance between you and this child is important.

Just then the teacher came in and the morning assembly began.

“Temporary class president greetings.”

“Attention, salute the teacher.”

“”Hello.””

“Kids, today we’re having a class president election in first period. Anyone who wants to run for class president, raise your hand?”

Obviously, being an elementary school class president won’t help you get into college.

Two boys and two girls raised their hands.

It’s surprising that there are four children in the class who are full of perseverance.

“I know Cheolsu, Cheolmin, Yeonghee, and Yeongja, but is there anyone who would recommend this kid to be class president?”

Shin Yuri suddenly raises her hand next to me.

“Me.”

Surely not. Well, I wasn’t too worried since I wouldn’t be chosen even if I was recommended anyway.

“Okay. Who would you recommend?”

“I recommend my partner Jaehoon.”

“Why? What is the reason?”

“Always be quiet and listen well in class.”

“Pfft! Okay, Jaehoon, I’m going to go for now, but if you don’t want to do it, just come up later and say you don’t want to do it when you make your speech!”

“Yes.”

The teacher, seeing my expression, smiled and explained, probably expecting me not to do it.

“What are you doing?”

“Why?”

“I don’t care about the class president.”

“No, you can do it!”

“No. I said I don’t plan on doing it.”

“You can do it, right?”

“After…”

This is why princess-sick people who like Snow White can’t do it. It’s just impossible to communicate with them.

I felt like I was going to say something harsh, but I was able to endure it because my mentality had become stronger due to the fight with my father.

“No one else to recommend? Then let’s end it like this?”

There were five people running for class president, including me. I was the only one recommended.

“Then the teacher will come back in about twenty minutes, so those who want to persuade their friends, come up to the front and write down or think of things to say, such as promises or how you want to make the class better~”

As soon as the teacher left, the kids jumped up and started making a lot of noise. My partner, Shin Yuri, also jumped up and joined a princess club where several other girls were gathered.

As I was sitting still and meditating to repair my mental strength that was on the verge of cracking, the teacher came in after 20 minutes had already passed.

“Okay. Now, let’s start. Come out one by one and appeal to the people to vote for you. Even if you’re not the one who voted, applaud when you’re done!”

“”Yes.””

“Cheolmin first according to attendance number!”

I remember that kid. He was the popular kid who came up to me and talked to me.

“I want to be the class president. I want to be the class president and get closer to my friends.”

“”clapclapclap””

A speech of about 10 seconds. It was neat and excellent.

“Next is withdrawal!”

“I want to be a class president too. Uh.. uh..”

“Okay. Applause for Cheolsu.”

“”clapclapclap””

I forgot what I was going to say. I started to cry out of nowhere, and the teacher cut me off at a perfect time.

Is it my turn next?

“Okay. Now Jaehoon!”

I sighed, got up, stepped forward and began my speech.

“I don’t want to be a class president. I really don’t want to be one.””

“”clapclapclap””

After returning to my seat, the two girls’ speeches passed quickly without any changes, and the voting time approached.

“The teacher will hand out a piece of paper to each student. Write your name on it and put it in the box the teacher is holding.”

“”Yes.””

The counting time began when the papers were distributed and the teacher walked around holding the box.

“Younghee, Youngja”

A teacher writing lines on the blackboard while checking them one by one.

“Jaehoon, Younghee”

But the ballot paper is strange. Why is my name being called?

“Younghee, Jaehoon”

“Huh.”

Laughter heard from the side.

“What did you do?”

“No? I just made a recommendation?”

“Why?”

“There are a lot of kids you like.”

“What are you talking about? Are you guys from your fan club meeting?”

“Huh?”

“Are you talking about your friends?”

“Do you have a dog and friends?”

“Why do you like me?”

“They say he’s quiet, mature, and handsome?”

It’s confusing. It seems like there are some kids in my class with unique tastes.

It seems highly likely that they are members of the Snow White fan club.

The vote counting was over and the results came out. I was thinking how fortunate I was to receive 8 votes, following Younghee’s 17.

“Then Younghee is the class president and Jaehoon is the vice president! Applause!”

“”clapclapclap””

“Teacher, I don’t want to do it?”

“The vice president doesn’t really have anything to do, so can’t you just do it for four months until next semester?”

“…..”

That’s how I became a vice president, something I had never done in my past life.

That’s why you shouldn’t date children who are in the early stages of princess syndrome.

***

After becoming vice president and passing the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th periods, it’s lunch time.

I have no appetite due to the shock of becoming vice president, but I need to eat well as I am still growing.

Especially today’s main menu is bulgogi.

As someone who exercises, meat consumption is important to me.

Today, as always, I ate slowly and thoroughly, cleaned up my plate, and sat quietly.

Lunch time, no different from usual.

Suddenly, kids I hadn’t seen in class before started flocking in.

“Who’s the boss here?”

A chubby kid shouted. It seemed to be the class leader from class 3 who was talking this morning.

It was a good thing I wanted to see it.

“Jaehoon is the vice president?”

Huh? Shin Yuri, who was standing by the door, suddenly mentioned my name and pointed at me.

I wanted to watch the fight, not be a party to it.

“Is that you?”

“That. I’m not that great?”

“Are you ignoring me?”

“No, I’m not ignoring you. I’m telling you it’s not me?”

“It’s you, come out. Let’s fight!”

“No. I’m not the best!”

“Are you scared?”

“I don’t want to fight, so let’s just say you win.”

As I turned around to sit down, the radar on the back of my head, which had already been hit once, rang and I was startled and took a step back.

The third class leader, Tongtongi, who was trying to hit the back of my head cowardly, tripped on the chair that was pushed aside as I stepped back and fell.

I just banged my forehead on the corner of the desk.

The third class leader, Tongtongi, is unable to get up because he is holding his head.

I can see blood oozing from his hand, so it looks like his forehead is torn.

It became a huge headache.

I was dragged straight to the teachers’ office.

***

The third class leader, Tongtongi, went to the infirmary and I was dragged to the teachers’ office and sat there.

Since teachers alone can’t solve it, I guess I’ll have to call my parents.

-Drrr

The door opened and a plump woman appeared.

“Is that you? The one who bullied my son?”

The most absurd and unfair situation since being born in this body.

“No, that’s not it.”

“Teacher, isn’t that the kid?”

“That’s true, but could you please wait until your guardian arrives?”

“How can that kid lie so shamelessly?”

“…..”

It was so unfair. It was so unfair that I felt like I was out of breath and about to cough up blood.

-Drrr

Just then, my mom opened the door and appeared.

“I came because you said Jaehoon had an accident.”

The mother, who was expressionless unlike usual, looked very fierce.

“My child’s forehead was torn because of your son. What should I do?”

My mom looks at me as if to ask if it’s true.

I told the story of the situation at the time with a sense of injustice.

“I became vice president in today’s class president election. During lunch, all of a sudden, a bunch of kids came rushing over and this lady’s son was yelling at me, asking who the class president is. My classmate pointed out that I was the vice president, and when he suddenly confronted me, I told him no several times. When I was about to sit down, he tried to hit me in the back of my head, so I avoided him, but he fell over by himself and hit his head on the desk. I feel so wronged.”

When he rapped coolly once, everyone in the teachers’ office seemed speechless and quiet.

“If you don’t believe me, there were a lot of kids in my class at the time, so ask them”

“How can I believe you! My child is not like that!!”

“No. You said there were a lot of kids, so let’s check if that’s true. Why are you doing that to my son? And how did you raise him? He’s talking about coming to school and fighting!!”

“What? I just said it all!”

“I’m done, what should I do!!”

This would have been really fun if it weren’t for my mom.

When the fight between the ladies started to get more intense, the teachers started to try to stop them.

It was a day when my ordinary day after going to school was broken.