Chapter 144 < Rooftop. (3) >
Translator: thursdays Editor: Yahiko PR: LightBrin
'First, let's placate my friends.'
A sneaky little bitch was trying to tear down everything I'd built.
'You think I'll let you?'
I had to skillfully pull together these wimps who got spooked by some threatening emails. But it was fine. I could do it.
As soon as I returned to the classroom, I spoke to the kids in my group.
“Hey. I know why you guys are doing this, but stop it. Why do something so hurtful between friends? Yeah? If you've got something to say, say it. If there's something you have to hear, listen. Isn't that how friends should be? Yeah?”
But their reaction was underwhelming. They didn't answer and only continued to glance at my desk.
I went to the desk.
Dozens of crumpled notes were stuffed into the drawer.
Each and every one of those notes slandered and reviled me.
'You were so happy you could die just cuz I said hi in the hallways yesterday.'
Anybody could tell that the contents were lies.
'I just lost at rock paper scissors, k? Don't get the wrong idea!'
Sentence after sentence contained nothing but malice and mockery.
While I was at the office, in that brief moment, the notes piled up like a mountain.
“Hey, bastards…”
“Heh.”
Someone laughed. I whipped around toward where the laughter came from, but I couldn't tell who did it. There were too many students in the classroom.
“Who is it? Who did this to my desk, huh?!”
“I-it wasn't us,” one of my friends said cautiously.
“A little while ago, someone from another class came and put all the notes there at once…”
“Another class?”
“Yeah. He wanted to tell you something—to not contact him again.”
It was one of my clients. One of my customers had left the notes. I was gonna go nuts. This unknown [culprit] was not only messing with my customers but also my classmates.
“Also, Eunseo…”
“And? What?”
“On your back…”
My back?
“What's about my back?”
“Well, there's… You know.”
I turned my body around. If I turned my head, I could see my back—not very well, though. Laughter echoed throughout the classroom.
“Pfft…!”
“Ha.”
I bent my arms and patted my back. Crunch. I felt something.
Paper. Somebody had taped paper onto my back.
I hurriedly took off the paper to see what was written on it.
Official Trash of Shinseo High!!
The words were written in cute, round handwriting.
When was it? And who put it on? Was it already on me when the homeroom teacher called? Or did someone secretly stick it on right after I entered the classroom?
But there was no time to figure this out.
“L-let's start class…”
The class president smiled softly.
“I'll help you, Hwang Eunseo.”
It was a very kind smile.
Chapter end
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