Chapter 144 – #37_Genius Girl Point of View (3)
One.
I thought everything was just a coincidence.
The fact that I risked my life in confinement to gamble in the dark, and the fact that I fell into a losing streak and experienced defeat,
A series of simple bad luck.
I was late because the alarm didn’t go off, so I went outside in a hurry, and suddenly it rained without any forecast, and I left my wallet on the bus and got off.
Like this Murphy’s Law.
I thought it was just a series of terrible bad luck.
However, if you look back step by step, and if you mix a pinch of assumption there, this series of processes could be seen as a terrifying scheme.
What if all of this was induced by the in-hospital psychological counselor Yu-chan? Is the assumption that
First, it stimulated me out of curiosity and prevented me from leaving right away when I was just planning to leave after consulting.
Second, he secretly flirted with me during the conversation, stimulating my desire to compete.
It all happened so naturally that I didn’t even notice it at the time.
To the point where even I, the smart one, only noticed after tasting the bitterness.
If you were a normal person, you would have thought it was a guess due to excessive self-consciousness.
However, the opponent is the man who gave me my first defeat no matter what anyone says.
It wouldn’t be strange if he calmly plotted against me who had been caught off guard.
“It is terrifying.”
An unknown depth and acting ability like a first-class actor who naturally executes it.
I had a reason to be at this academy.
A genius who despairs at his first taste of defeat is second-rate.
A genius who takes this lesson as a stepping stone to leap to a higher place is first-class.
And I, Maria Kim, had no doubt that this was an ordinance from God.
Since ancient times, firebirds are born from the hottest ashes.
2.
I have another goal in my boring academy life.
It was to spy on him.
As the old saying goes, if you keep track, you win 100 times.
It is a very reasonable saying that if you know yourself and know your enemy, you can defeat any opponent.
I have very little information about him.
On the other hand, he knew enough about me to know that I liked to read.
In other words, I was defeated not because I was inferior to Mr. Yuchan, but simply because he had more information about me.
Anyway, that’s it.
Really.
If so, what is the most convenient and primary way to collect information?
Simple.
To ask the people around you.
“Mr. Yuchan? Um ~ He’s a nice guy, he’s always worried about the students, and his counseling skills are amazing.”
“I see. Do you know what the teacher is interested in or what she particularly likes or dislikes?”
“Oh, do you like Maria too? The first time you come here to ask a question, you only ask about teacher Yuchan?”
“It’s not like that.”
Teacher Do Min-jung in charge of Korean language.
Teacher Yuchan is the closest colleague at the academy.
“Um, well? You like to cook, you enjoy reading, and oh yes. He likes coffee very much. What I don’t like is… Well? You should have seen Teacher Yuchan look upset.”
“Have you ever been angry?”
“Come to think of it, have you really never been?”
While talking while storing the contents of the interview in her head her, teacher Do Min-jeong clapped her hands as if she remembered.
“Ah! Come to think of it, I think you once said in passing that you hate being rude.”
“You’re being rude…”
I think I was rude enough in front of him the other day.
He hadn’t felt any sign of anger at all.
There was no way to confirm whether he was holding back from a professional standpoint, but…
“Then do you know the military unit you served in?”
“That… Are you curious about that?”
Leaving behind Teacher Do Min-jung, who was sweating, I left her office.
3.
“Teacher? He is a good person.”
A third grader with messy hair.
I don’t know his name his, but I tried talking to him first.
She is a male student who likes to study at the desk in the reading room installed in the hallway.
“But what happened? I was surprised when you suddenly spoke.”
“It’s just that there’s something I want to know.”
As a third-year student who had completely given up on her self-care, the only female student she spoke to was Lee Yu-jin, who had wide feet.
She doesn’t focus on her studies anyway, but when she is forced to stay at the academy, she finds out about these useless friendships even if she doesn’t want to know them.
When a pretty girl like me spoke to her, her eyes her, which had lost their vitality, began to come alive again.
Did she start to feel better just by talking to a pretty girl?
She resisted the sudden urge to distance herself.
“As a teacher, she is, without a doubt, a wonderful person. Do I have to say that I am on the students’ side instead of just shouting “Study” Like other teachers?”
“Then do all the students at the academy like Mr. Yuchan?”
“Can you see that? Especially female students.”
Unexpectedly, there was not much useful information, probably because of a deep personal friendship.
Even though she was unreasonable, it was true that she interfered with her studies of her, so she listened to him while he was talking about how hard she studied.
“Oh, right. Would you like to exchange phone numbers? If there is a problem you don’t know, I can help you.”
“That’s Okay.”
4.
“Hello, is it okay for a minute?”
“Oops! It’s a surprise! When did you come?”
“Just now.”
As soon as the girl who was listening to music on her rooftop with earphones touched her shoulder her, she jumped like a cat covered in water.
Her name her is Yujin Lee.
Looks like mine.
A bubbly cute figure and a playful personality that will be loved regardless of the era.
Unlike other hesitant students, he is a talented person who comes in and out to the extent that the threshold of the counseling room becomes shiny.
For these two reasons, she is one of the academy’s celebrities.
She thought that if she had spent a lot of time with Yu-chan, she would know other things.
As always, the main point comes first.
“I want to ask you something about Mr. Yuchan.”
“We haven’t said a word until now, but all of a sudden?”
“You just said hello.”
Even though she is the same age as her, it was quite enjoyable to talk with her because of her affinity for talking naturally and because of her behavior that shows her cuteness even when seen by a woman like her.
Of course, the biggest reason for her enjoyment was that she was able to obtain more information than she thought.
Mostly though it was her excitement her and her bragging her about him.
“You’re perfectly fine. I really hope summer comes soon. I really want to see you wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt…”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think you like desserts very much. You like coffee, but you don’t like dessert very much. Aren’t the characters so unique? He looks a bit like a cool and cool male lead from a novel.”
“Yes.”
“When it gets hot, he rolls up his sleeves, but the muscles in his forearm his… Ha…”
“Yes.”
“Do you like the teacher too?”
“Not at all.”
“I’m glad! You were surprised to find out that you even had a love rival.”
Lee Yu-jin sincerely grabbed her breasts with her face in her relief.
If she were someone else, she would have room to interpret it as an implicit female language, ‘I told you I liked you first, so stop flirting with her?’, But in Lee Yu-jin’s case, it would simply be true.
Within 10 minutes of our conversation, she discovered that she was a kid who didn’t think of things that complicated.
“Then why all of a sudden?”
“Just.”
Because she’s a rival.
It is also an opponent she will sooner or later defeat and use as a rug for her feet her.
To say that she is in love with him like that, she has no room for such light feelings to intervene.
“By the way, did you come out to hang out too?”
“No, I’m going to go study now.”
“Haa~ Everyone is working hard except me. Let’s say hello again next time. Stop using honorifics.”
“Yes.”
She smiled and waved her hand her, then put her earphones back in her ears and started engrossed in her music her.
Isn’t it cold?
“Echwi!”
She came down the stairs, ignoring the sound of sneezing behind her.
5.
About two weeks she diligently dug out Mr. Yu Chan’s information.
Originally, she tried to find out through social media, but there was no income there.
Is he obsessed with this? He thoroughly protected personal information as much as he wanted.
She didn’t even do social media, and KakaoTalk only had a basic profile.
At least the email address is ‘[email protected]’.
At first, I thought it might be an encrypted sentence, so I checked it one way and another for two days, but no matter how I look at it, it was a combination of random numbers and English.
Therefore, the research method was almost forced to be interviews with students and some teachers.
As the number of people doing interviews increased, I had to act as a shy girl in the second half to prevent rumors from getting into his ears.
She is a clumsy and intelligent schoolgirl who has a crush on him.
There will be few people who will reveal the fact that they have a crush on Mijoo in front of the person concerned.
I roughly organized the details and compiled them into a book of about 50 pages.
As I summarized it like this, I remembered what Lee Yoo-jin said.
He looks like a cool and cool male lead from a novel.
To elaborate a bit, would it be like a male character created in the imagination of a middle school girl who came to puberty?
He is well-informed in many fields regardless of liberal arts, is kind to his students and colleagues, and is a sweet man whose hobbies are sports and reading.
However, the outline of the opponent who could not be seen gradually went to be judged.
At the end of the investigation, his barrier, which looked like an iron fortress, was clearly showing a crack in front of my eyes.
Because everyone has something they are good at and not good at.
It’s a game.
This sane, sincere man had no interest in anything that might be considered ‘entertainment’.
At least a lot of people testify like that.
So, the sport that will be in charge of my revenge match is ‘game’.
However, it was difficult to play a game where decisions were made simply by luck, such as Yutnori.
This event was a game, but it had to include a fierce head fight so that I could wash away my shame when I won.
-Bang!
I got up from my seat.
Some of the students around me could be seen startled.
6.
“Sir, let’s bet one more time.”
I opened the door to the counseling room with the chess board I bought on my way to school today.
I guess I was in a rough mood without even realizing it.
Sensei Yoo-chan started while reading a book, opened her eyes wide and looked at me.
Then she smiles, as if understanding.
“Ok, fine. Are you betting again?”
“Yes, if I lose instead. It will never really happen now, but if I lose even one in a billion, the teacher will decide the penalty.”
“What if you win?”
“I will leave the academy.”
If you beat him, he has no reason to be in the academy anymore.
I answered while setting the chess board on the table in front of the sofa.
In fact, I’ve never played chess either.
I just simulated hard while watching the notation of chess grandmasters all week.
“You are a well-informed person, so you must know the rules, right?”
“Wait a minute, let’s just point out one thing. Aren’t you supposed to pre-determine the penalty?”
Seeing him caressing under his chin as if he was having fun, his desire his to compete burns even more.
That leisurely smile is still there today.
I thought.
Lost.
It was the most infuriating style of the game so far.
“Sir, according to the rules of international chess tournaments, there is a stipulation that touched pieces must move.”
“Is it? I didn’t know. I’ll tell you in the middle.”
“Ugh…! At that time, I was just concentrating.”
“Anyway, I won again. Is it a 30-game winning streak?”
Chess is basically based on number fights.
At least the contests I’ve seen have been like that.
But he brought the chess into the realm of psychological warfare.
At first, I thought I was contemplating what to do with various objects.
Seeing that, I was delighted with my excellent choice.
At least it seemed certain that his chess skill was far behind mine.
But while he was fiddling with the pieces, what he was looking at was not the chessboard, but my face his.
Unfortunately, I only noticed it in the second half of the game when the winning streak was high due to staring at the chessboard throughout the game.
While I was foolishly thinking about numbers, he was playing chess, looking at my reaction to see which move would cause me the most trouble.
Somehow, he saw through the people who were selling traps.
This is pure scam
In fact, psychological warfare is the part I didn’t want to collide with him most head-on.
With the last losing streak, that part is after acknowledging defeat neatly.
He picked up his king, twirled it in his hand, and smiled.
“Then should I pay a penalty?”
The punishment he inflicted on me was harsh and cruel to the extent that my resentment was gone, and it was insulting beyond my imagination.
