Chapter 20 – Seongjin Wind Cloud

Finally, the start of school that I was looking forward to and prepared for.

Our school is a 5-story building. First graders used the 3rd and 4th floors, and 2nd graders used the 4th and 5th floors.
Rather, the 3rd graders used the 1st floor because of the job class.
Classes 1 through 5 were women’s classes, and classes 6 through 12 were men’s classes.
Class 1 from the far left on the 3rd floor, Class 8 on the far right, and there are stairs on both sides of Class 1 and Class 8 and in the center of Class 5.
Jo Young-rae was in class 6, Dong-gu and I were in class 8.
After returning to school in the second semester, Jo Young-rae came to our class almost every break.
During lunchtime, he came to my class and ate it with me and Donggu.
At first, when Jo Young-rae, a bully, entered our class, the classmates thought it was strange, but I said I was okay, and when Cho Young-rae didn’t act like a bully, the classmates’ interest in Cho Young-rae went away within a few days.
But the problem arose in less than a week.

The Friday after school starts…
Even though it was lunchtime, Jo Young-rae did not come.
For some reason, I thought it might have something to do with the bullies, so I ran to Jo Young-rae’s class.
Cho Young-rae was sitting in the seat, and three famous Kim Chan-young, Lee Jin-mo, and Kim Byung-il, who had been boasting about being the best in school, were standing around and talking.
“Youngrae.”
As I approached, Youngrae looked at me with a puzzled face, and the three of them looked back at me.
I approached and pushed between the three and dug in and raised Cho Young-rae.
“Youngrae, let’s go eat.”
The jjang who was pushed out by me looked at me as if they were absurd and grabbed my shoulder.
“What is this bastard? Are you Seongjin Lee?”
“How did you know who I was? It must be quite famous.”
As I spoke while removing my hand from my shoulder, three people surrounded me.
Maybe it’s because they’re the best in school, but everyone was as big as me.
But I didn’t feel any pressure.
In my eyes, they only looked like green, fluffy jungpiri kids.
“You said you were so good at fighting? I’ve been listening to your story very hard these days.”
A guy named Lee Jin-mo patted me on the shoulder and said her words.
“You have to eat, so don’t get into a fight. And, don’t bother Youngrae in the future. It’s because I decided to study calmly and not do anything stupid anymore. Know that.”
He slammed her hand off her shoulder and tried to shove between the three of them.
“Such a bastard. Are you kidding me now?”
Suddenly, Kim Chan-young, who was standing in front of me, swung his fist at my face.
Already paying attention from the time I entered Youngrae’s class, I didn’t think it was a big deal, and I lowered my head forward to dodge his fists and rammed Kim Chan-young’s chest with my shoulder.
With a groaning sound, Kim Chan-young flew backwards and tangled up with Cho Young-rae’s desk.
It happened in an instant, so Lee Jin-mo and Kim Byeong-il, who were behind me, were looking at me with absurd expressions.
Apparently, the leader among the three was Kim Chan-young.
As I quickly turned around, looked at them and assumed a ready-to-come attitude, they hesitated and retreated.
No matter how hard he fell, Kim Chan-young still couldn’t get up and was lying on the classroom floor holding his waist with his hands.
“Why do you guys fight too? A guy named Kim Shin-young must have heard about me, but then he must have heard about how I hit people. Be prepared to die and attack.”
When I spoke with a tear in my eyes, the two of them slightly averted my eyes and turned their heads.
No matter how big they are and how good they are at fighting, they are still 17-year-old students.
How good can a high school student be in fighting? Also, when was the last time you were hit with a lifeless fist?
Naturally, with my momentum, the two of them were curling their tails.
I slowly approached Chanyoung Kim and squatted down next to him.
“Hey. Chanyoung Kim. Do you think it’s unfair to be accused of being the best in school? I’ll take on the challenge anytime, so set a date and time and go for it. Instead, prepare to die for real and attack. Got it?”
I brought Cho Young-rae to my class and had lunch.
Throughout lunch, Jo Young-rae kept looking at me and glancing at me.
“Ah. Young. Why are you looking at me like that be concerned.”
“No. Just. It reminds me of being hit by you, and I’m worried that they’ll call the seniors.”
It was true that I was a little worried when I heard that sound.
I ate rice with a slightly stiff face and talked to Jo Young-rae and his Dong-gu.
“Youngrae, you will come to our class every break from now on. And, Dong-gu, if the seniors come to our class, you immediately run to the teacher’s office and call the homeroom teacher, saying that the seniors are bullying the children. Understand?”
The two looked at me with surprised eyes as they said they knew.
“Youngrae, but why did those bastards go to you earlier?”
To change the topic, I asked Young-Rae Jo a question.
“Not long ago, on Liberation Day, the kids must have decided to ride a motorbike with their seniors and keuts. I also asked to come out, but I said I wouldn’t go. Then he came today and the seniors told him to come find me, and he told me to come out after it was over.”
“So you want to go there?”
“No. Are you crazy? If you go, you will surely be hit by the seniors, but why are you going there? But if I didn’t go and later came looking for me and got caught, I would really die. Worried.”

There is a large entertainment district with a brothel just a little way from our school, so gangsters have been running around quite a bit from before.
The seniors Cho Young-rae refers to are three-legged and two-legged seniors two or three years older than us.
They didn’t even go to high school, and they weren’t adults yet, so they were under the seniors in the organization, they were associate members, so they couldn’t attend the organization’s events while following the members, and they were acting like angst while selling tickets to juniors like us. .

“Don’t worry too much. Youngrae, come to my class right after class. And go home with me Understand?”
“Okay. Okay. Thanks.”
“If you’re grateful to Manma, think of Younghee noona and study hard.”
Jo Young-rae was at least relieved by my words, and his face brightened a little.

The next day, since it was Saturday, I was going to do morning classes and clean up, but Jo Young-rae came to my class.
However, 6 people, including Kim Chan-young and 3 people whom I had seen at school yesterday saying that they would fly, came in after Cho Young-rae.
“Hey. Seongjin Lee. Don’t think about running away You bastard went after you today.”
Maybe it was because there were a lot of people, but the keuts laughed and shook their cheeks.
I was a bit nervous, but I smiled and showed that I wasn’t nervous.
“Wait until the cleaning is finished.”
Dong-gu and Jo Young-rae were looking at me and her bullies with her tense faces.
After the cleaning was over, her bullies surrounded me and Jo Young-rae and took them to the empty lot outside the back door of the school gymnasium.
Although it was close to the school through a wall, it was far from the main building and rumored to be haunted, so few people usually came, and it was a place where bullies secretly smoked.
Dong-gu hesitated and tried to follow him, so he told him not to worry and go home.
I went to the vacant lot, but luckily I didn’t see the seniors.
It seems that they thought of taking care of it in their own hands without informing the seniors that they were copying the organizations of their own.
Or maybe it was embarrassing to tell my seniors that I was beaten by a guy like me who had no genealogy.
“Kim Chan-young, are you the best at fighting? How would you like to do it 1 on 1, or do you want to mess with everything to be embarrassing?”
If all 6 of us were to fight, I honestly wouldn’t have the confidence to handle it, no matter how much I’ve improved in physical strength lately.
So, I gently raised Kim Chan-young’s medicine and induced a one-on-one.
If it was one-on-one, I was confident that I wouldn’t be able to.
Even if I ran for an hour without a break at dawn, I was not very tired, and when I exercised in the evening, I was able to lightly do about 50 push-ups with a breath.
Also, my mother and my older sister, Younghee, felt countless climaxes when having sex with me, and I was exhausted to the point of fainting.
No matter how experienced I am as a middle-aged man, I’ve rarely sent women that way when having sex, but these days I’ve become a complete jerk.
I don’t know why, but my stamina has improved strangely, and my body has turned to stone even though I haven’t exercised much.
In a word, an incomprehensible change in his constitution had taken place.
I carefully wondered if this might be a side effect of regression.

“Hey. You don’t step out Yesterday, I was slightly careless, but today I’m going to kill half of them.”
As I expected, Kim Chan-young stepped out alone.
“So, are you prepared?”
I laughed inwardly and took a step forward, reciting the cliché lines I only see in movies.
When I glanced at Cho Young-rae, she was looking at me and Kim Chan-young with worried eyes.
I was thinking about how to deal with Kim Chan-young, and suddenly I remembered Dempsey’s role in the comic book ‘The Fighting’.
It is a weaving skill that reaches the extreme of lowering her stance and swinging her upper body from her waist to the left and right to avoid her fists and at the same time throw a hook.
For some reason, I thought that it would be possible with my physical strength and body.
So, clenching both fists, pulling his arms as close to his chest as possible, taking a boxing stance, leaning slightly forward at the waist, rushed at Chanyoung Kim.
As I rushed in, Kim Chan-young stretched out his right fist as if he had waited.
I lowered my head, tilted my upper body to the left, and pushed Kim Chan-young’s fist to the back of her head. Immediately, I spread my right foot slightly to the side, turned her head to the right, and hit Chan-young’s ribs with a hook with my left fist.
It was just one room.
It didn’t sound like a pop, but a “Pop” Sound, and it rolled in the direction Kim Chan-young hit.
The feel of the fist probably broke his ribs.
Kim Chan-young was unable to get up as he held his side tightly and could not breathe properly.
I did it, and I was surprised, but what about the rest of the kids?
Everyone was staring at me with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open in surprise.
I turned to the other five guys and looked at them with blood in their eyes.
“Will you guys jump instead?”
It was the first time that the five of them had seen that big thing fly away with one punch, and they were already scared and were busy watching me.
“Don’t touch me in the future. Clearly warned. And since I clearly remembered the faces of the 6 of you, know that if you run around outside and catch my eyes, you will half die on the spot. Got it?”
The five quickly nodded and averted my eyes.
“Let’s go, Youngrae.”
Youngrae was smiling.
It felt very good because now he was a friend and he didn’t have to be bothered by the keuts who used to bully him.
On the way, Jo Young-rae grabbed my arm and asked me to go to his house and play.
However, I couldn’t go to play without saying anything because I thought of her mother who would be worried about her without lunch.
If it was like the old days when I was immature, I wouldn’t even think about going home, and I would have gone straight to my friend’s house and played games whether or not I was worried about my mother.
Then, Jo Young-rae stopped by his house, told his mother, left his bag, and asked her to go to his house for lunch.
If I had talked about this much, I would have just said I knew and went home, but strangely, Jo Young-rae was strongly talking to me today to go home.
So I had no choice but to tell her mother and go right away, so I told Jo Young-rae to go home first.
No matter how friendly Jo Young-rae was, I couldn’t bring him to my house.
First of all, I didn’t want to show the picture of living in poverty, and I couldn’t take her home because the gangsters might find out our house through Jo Young-rae.
I don’t mind, but I didn’t want to see my mother or my siblings suffer for nothing.