Devil Returns To School Days - Chapter 112

22. Yeokjisaji (易地思之) (2)

Jeong Min-ho’s parents were bold.

Leaving Daesan.

All ground was given up.

Thanks to this, Jung Min-ho was able to avoid the ‘Shin Young-min incident’, but that didn’t mean he was allowed a new life.

“You’re struggling.”

Daesan at that time.

Kim Hyun-seong received a report on Jeong Min-ho’s actions.

Jung Min-ho struggles to survive by changing his number and ignoring his friends.

As Jeong Min-ho expected, Myungjin Construction could not exert influence even in Gyeonggi-do, but that did not mean it could not do anything. The financial power possessed by Myungjin Construction is real. That alone could bury Jung Min-ho at any time, but I wanted to give him even more despair by seeing him struggle.

It was a matter that required time.

Over time.

The more you struggle, the more you struggle.

The higher Jung Min-ho climbed in the hope of living a new life, the more he will fall even more painfully.

And March.

I received a call from Chansu Jeong.

[There is a guy named ‘Park Min-gu’ at the school that Jung Min-ho entered. He has been receiving requests from the Golden Circle since middle school, and he is a talented person who received a B+ in internal evaluation. In fact, he is a guy who has no opponents in the surrounding area, and he is famous for being in a group with kids who have some power, and having a very good personality, so he carries out the requested tasks perfectly. how will we do it. From my perspective, I don’t think there is a better option than this, especially since we happen to be at the same school.]

Chan-soo Jeong has completely become Hyun-sung Kim’s person.

Starting with my connection with Lim Cheol-hyung, CEO of Mirae Investment & Securities, I got to know people in the political and business world, and my position in the Golden Circle was bound to increase significantly. In addition, didn’t they solve the ‘Daesan problem’, which was a problem on the surface?

lately.

entered heaven.

Since managing VVIP, the information and authority he handles has completely changed.

Kim Hyun-seong’s request to submit a request was really nothing to him.

“Park Min-gu is nice.”

[What is the request fee and level of request?]

It was a very interesting reality.

He, who had to live in a vegetative state due to the Golden Circle, was now in a situation where he was requesting a Golden Circle broker.

So it was even more meaningful.

Things you have experienced.

I wanted to give back in the same way.

If they had accepted reality like Shin Young-min’s gang, at least they wouldn’t have been swept up in such malice.

“The advance fee is 1,000. Five thousand if the request is completely successful. Bully Minho Jung as much as possible and make him drop out. The fact that there is no hope for him even in the place where he started anew. “It means you have to show it.”

I swallowed my laughter.

About what will happen to Jung Min-ho in the future.

What a terrible future awaits him.

I felt like laughter was going to escape my lips, but I didn’t want to burst out right now.

[…Did I tell you? You’re such a crazy bastard.]

“That’s a nice compliment to hear.”

[You crazy bastard.]

For the finale.

Kim Hyun-seong swallowed down the seething malice.

* * *

Jung Min-ho trudged forward.

His face was speechless after being hit by Park Min-gu, but he didn’t have time to look at himself.

“…Are you sure. I submitted a request to the Golden Circle. “Kim Hyun-seong, that devilish bastard didn’t give up on me.”

I got goosebumps.

Grudge relationship.

Someone’s malice.

The only person who could be identified was Kim Hyun-seong.

Then, I thought that Kim Hyun-seong, who was once the target of the Golden Circle, was trying to use the Golden Circle to plunge himself into the abyss. My body was shaking. It was fear, not anger. It felt like all the objects around him were spinning, as if he was having a panic attack knowing that Kim Hyun-seong was still watching him.

‘I have to run away.’

I had to leave school.

Like Shin Young-min.

Like Park Min-cheol.

You can’t get caught up in a terrible incident.

At that time, it will not just be school violence, but you will be taken to a juvenile detention center and your entire life will be ruined.

And yet.

“…If you run away. “What can I do?”

high school student.

He is so young.

It was not an easy decision to give up high school and enter the difficult reality at a time when school was everything in life. And above all, there was a strong sense of resistance. I was kicked out of Cheonil by Kim Hyun-seong, and the reality is that I have to make the same choice again here. He couldn’t accept it at all.

But is it against the Golden Circle?

That too.

It was impossible.

Think about it.

Shin Young-min alone was a huge monster.

Known as the devil, he was a monster that could never be defeated even if Park Min-cheol’s gang, including himself, attacked him at the same time. Park Min-gu will be no different. There must have been a reason for receiving the Golden Circle’s request, so the idea of defeating Park Min-gu and enduring the bullying was impossible.

Hyunseong Kim succeeded.

Conversely, he tore up the Golden Circle’s request, but Jung Min-ho did not have that much strength or that much determination.

Maybe like this.

I couldn’t even do that.

I felt like I was floating on a vast ocean.

Jung Min-ho walked aimlessly.

Even though the sun went down and the world was filled with deep darkness, Jung Min-ho could not return home.

* * *

For students, recess was like a sweet snack.

Everyone enjoyed the short snacks given between classes, but Minho Jeong hated recess.

Some need supplements and some need sleep.

When someone was chatting and someone went to the canteen.

Jung Min-ho was with Park Min-gu.

Min-gu Park said as we sat across from each other at the desk.

“The person who loses at rock-paper-scissors wins. Rock Paper Scissors! Oh fuck-!”

Park Min-gu is a jerk.

Jung Min-ho is a fist.

lost.

Park Min-gu raised his forehead.

“Hit me.”

“…Can’t I just not hit him?”

“Fuck, are you ignoring me? This is just a game. “I keep my promises, so just hit me.”

Jung Min-ho knew from his past experience.

The fact that the moment he heard those words and hit Park Min-gu hard on the forehead, he would immediately slap himself in the face. Hitting was also a forced option. Jung Min-ho tried to calm his shaking hands and hit his head as if he was just showing his sincerity.

Tuk.

“Come on, let’s continue. Rock Paper Scissors!”

“Ahh!”

“I lost again.”

Consecutive defeats.

Park Min-gu’s face became more and more grimly distorted.

And eventually.

Park Min-gu won.

“Yessss – quickly put your head on it.”

I felt more at ease.

I thought it would be better to get hit and end it, but the shock hit my head harder than I expected.

Bah!

“evil!”

I grabbed my face.

Jeong Min-ho had no choice but to scream due to the shock that felt like his entire head was shaking along his forehead.

I would rather have it end like this.

I got it right once, so I hope I’m satisfied.

However, contrary to Jung Min-ho’s hopes, Park Min-gu raised his fist for rock-paper-scissors as if to continue the game.

win lose win lose.

The results were repeated.

The process was fair, but the results were different.

Bah!

Barak, barak!

I got hit over and over again.

It hurt so much that I felt dizzy.

I really wanted to cry.

I didn’t want to continue playing games like this, which were so unfair that only Park Min-gu got excited and raised his voice.

Was he like this too?

Was the victims treated so harshly?

“ruler-.”

Park Min-gu raised his hand.

Just when you want to continue playing the game.

Grumble.

widely.

“Look at these bastards. “Why don’t you prepare for class quickly?”

A teacher has appeared who will end this whole situation like a savior.

* * *

Time passed.

A few months after that.

The cycle of bullying has not been broken.

The longer Jung Min-ho endured, the more intense the bullying became.

“ruler-.”

“This…?”

Jung Min-ho looked up at Park Min-gu with fearful eyes.

As the bullying continued, everything Park Min-gu did felt scary.

What Park Min-gu gave was milk.

Park Min-gu smiled.

“It’s milk that has been aged outside for three days. Even if you shake it slightly, it starts to clump up just fine. drink. “If you drink this and make it through class without going to the bathroom for an hour, I promise, I won’t bother you in the future.”

“…really?”

“Did you just get deceived? “I promise.”

It was hard.

Even though I knew it was absolutely ridiculous, I unconsciously let go of the fact that it wouldn’t bother me any more.

I drank it in one gulp.

I felt like it was all lumpy and going down my throat, and despite the disgusting smell, I closed my eyes and drank it all down. The gang, including Park Min-gu, cheered. They seemed to find this situation purely amusing, like looking at a really interesting toy.

And just like that, break time is over.

The teacher came in and class started and everything was fine for the first few minutes, but then suddenly I felt something strange.

Gurgling.

Gurgling.

I clenched my fists.

My body was shaking.

‘…I have to endure it. They say they won’t bother you anymore. Just one hour. Please, let’s just hold on for an hour.’

There was no guarantee that Park Min-gu would keep his promise.

But in a dark reality.

In this situation where not even a ray of light was allowed, I had no intention of missing out on the possibility that I might not know.

Couldn’t he keep his promise?

I held on.

The sound continued as if there was a war going on in the ship, but Jung Min-ho gritted his teeth and endured it.

10 minutes.

20 minutes 30 minutes.

Before I knew it, class was over.

But with less than 10 minutes left in class, I reached a point where I couldn’t hold on any longer.

Gurgling.

‘…No more.’

My complexion turned pale.

In the background, Park Min-gu’s gang, who knew his situation, could be heard laughing under their breath as to what was so funny. I got goosebumps all over my body. I had no time to worry about their gaze. I didn’t go to class and focused all my attention on trying to get through this somehow. I promised myself that even if I died, I would never leave the classroom first. After being bullied for the past few months, Jung Min-ho would do anything to break this bondage.

It was then.

Food is great.

It wasn’t intentional.

Although my mind was clearly focused on holding on, disastrous sounds and strange smells spread around me.

“…Fuck.”

Quadang!

I kicked the chair down and left.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

I couldn’t bear it anymore.

The sound of friends laughing in the classroom.

Jung Min-ho wanted to jump out of the window instead of into the bathroom.

* * *

In fact, it was a problem that would end once I dropped out of school.

But I didn’t want to do that.

I wanted to prove that I could endure it just like Kim Hyun-seong endured it.

I wanted to finish school successfully and live a normal life like everyone else.

I also go to college.

Enjoy campus life too.

Get a job and get married.

That’s why I couldn’t let go of this ordinary puzzle called ‘high school course’ like everyone else.

And now we’ve reached our limit.

I couldn’t go back to class.

After changing into his gym clothes, Minho Jeong went straight to the teacher.

It was a final holdover.

He really didn’t want to go so far as to report on his teacher, but he had no other choice right now.

‘Even if you tell the teacher, not all problems will be solved. Rather, you will be ridiculed as a snitch, but it may still make a little difference. If you complain that it’s really hard, the teacher will do something. ‘I can’t endure it like this anyway.’

I knew it well because I was the perpetrator.

Teachers are not the solution.

I felt like I was just grasping at straws.

I hoped this would bring at least some change.

however.

“Hey Park Min-gu. “Did you really bother Minho?”

Meanwhile in the teacher’s office.

Jung Min-ho stood with a lost face.

Then, someone right next to me put his arm around my shoulder.

“Mr. Why am I bothering Minho? It’s just that friends’ pranks got a little worse and Minho got hurt, but I will never do that again. “Ask the kids. How close are Minho and I?”

It was Park Min-gu.

Park Min-gu turned his head and made eye contact with Jung Min-ho’s shaking eyes.

“Right, Minho?”

It was certain.

here is.

This school.

It was clearly hell, not school.