Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 396

Jo Gyu-min, having closed the door and slightly leaning his ear towards it, smiled as he heard the chairman’s urgent voice.

‘That’s right. He should be getting anxious.’ If one were to think rationally, it would be obvious that Hwang Jung-hoo couldn’t possibly see him as his partner.

But that’s just how people are.

Even knowing that luck will never come their way, they can’t ignore the one in a thousand, one in ten thousand chance. They even take a gamble on that chance, knowing that it’s objectively a loss.

‘Why do people buy lottery tickets?’

Because there’s a chance they might win.

Even if it’s a one in eight million chance.

The way to increase the odds of winning the lottery is to buy multiple tickets. So, what should the chairman do to win the Hwang Jung-hoo lottery?

‘Fix it, of course.’

The problems that have arisen in the school.

Jo Gyu-min chuckled as he headed out of the building. Seeing the men rushing down the hallway towards the chairman’s office, Jo Gyu-min prayed in his heart.

‘Please do your best.’

Even though they were incompetent beings who had neglected the bullying that had been going on in the school, they would now become desperate to help him.

“Shall we head to the next school?”

Jo Gyu-min walked out the entrance and looked up at the sun high in the sky.

“Before it gets too late.”

Jo Gyu-min’s steps towards his car were light as a feather.

“Jin-sung, you left your lunch box.”

‘Is this woman crazy?’

Han Jin-sung stared at the back door with a dumbfounded expression. The woman who had entered through the back door of the classroom was, no matter how many times he looked, Choi Yeon-ha.

“L-lunch box?”

‘This is insane! How long has it been since we became the ‘school lunch generation’? Hasn’t she ever heard the term ‘school lunch kid’?’ [A ‘school lunch kid’ refers to someone who relies on the school lunch program, often implying a lower socioeconomic status.]

“Jin-ho told me to bring it to you, didn’t he?”

“Ah…”

Choi Yeon-ha took off her sunglasses and smiled lightly.

“I’m sorry, teacher. My kid left his lunch box behind.”

“Ah… Hahahaha, hahahahaha… L-lunch box? Hahahaha…”

Han Jin-sung’s cheeks began to twitch.

‘Just laugh or be dumbfounded, pick one. Don’t make that face that’s both happy and dumbfounded!’

He wanted to take a picture of that face and show it to people who didn’t know what that expression was.

‘What on earth are you thinking!’

A lunch box.

It’s obvious that she’s using a ridiculous excuse to show her face in the classroom. Why would she do something so crazy…

“Ch-Choi Yeon-ha…”

“Choi Yeon-ha!”

But the effect was immediate.

The voice that had started like a groan quickly filled the classroom explosively.

“Waaaaah! It’s Choi Yeon-ha!”

“Why is Choi Yeon-ha here?”

The kids went wild. One kid jumped up from his seat and onto the desk to get a better look at Choi Yeon-ha’s face, while another kid suddenly jumped out of his seat and started rushing towards the back door.

The class instantly turned into a mess.

“Ah, this isn’t good…”

Choi Yeon-ha wore a truly troubled expression, but Han Jin-sung could clearly see the nine tails swaying on her hips. [A reference to a mythical creature, the nine-tailed fox, often associated with seduction and trickery.]

‘You guys are being fooled, you idiots.’

That woman isn’t the kind of woman you think she is! She’s the kind of woman who thinks nothing of killing a man with a smile! Don’t be fooled by her face!

But Han Jin-sung was also mistaken about one thing.

Even if the kids here knew that Choi Yeon-ha’s personality was like that, the situation wouldn’t have changed much.

Is there a separate definition for being nice? Being pretty is being nice.

If someone is as pretty as Choi Yeon-ha, half of the men in Korea would say it’s okay even if she’s a witch. And in reality, Choi Yeon-ha was a rather weak (?) personality, not quite a witch.

“Um, just a moment. Just a moment, everyone.”

Choi Yeon-ha raised her finger and wiggled it, and the kids instantly quieted down.

“Can you let me deliver the lunch box first? I’m a bit behind on deliveries today.”

“W-what’s in that lunch box?”

“I made it myself because the kids seem to be lacking nutrition these days, but he didn’t take it with him this morning. He’s so forgetful.”

‘Forgetful my ass.’

I’ve never even heard that before!

Choi Yeon-ha sighed as if she was truly sorry, and the kids watching her began to fidget. They were making gestures as if they were more heartbroken than Choi Yeon-ha herself.

“Why didn’t you take it, you dummy!”

“Ah, no. Thank you for not taking it.”

“Huh? That’s right? Th-thank you.”

‘What are you thanking her for, what?’

‘What on earth is she doing!’

He wanted to yell at her to stop this madness right away, but Choi Yeon-ha’s gaze stopped him.

‘Ah…’

Was he just another helpless man? Looking into Choi Yeon-ha’s eyes, he couldn’t even muster the will to resist.

Choi Yeon-ha, making a soft clicking sound, walked to Han Jin-sung’s seat, smiled, and handed him the lunch box.

“Here.”

‘Don’t wrap it in a heart-patterned cloth.’

This isn’t some high school movie from the 80s.

Who came up with this concept, who!

Do they really think this scenario will work?

Then, Choi Yeon-ha said with a light laugh.

“Come a little early tonight. We’re all going to eat dinner together. Don’t go to the PC cafe, okay?”

“Ah, I won’t.”

“Okay, good. See you later then.”

Choi Yeon-ha turned and bowed deeply to the teacher.

“I’m sorry for interrupting the class, teacher.”

“Ah, no, it’s alright. Hahahaha, it happens. And even packing a lunch box, Choi Yeon-ha is more… more like…”

Watching the math teacher, who had become literary for the first time in his life in search of the most splendid and wonderful modifier in the world, Han Jin-sung realized.

‘Ah… It’s not about the scenario.’

There are movies like that in the world.

The scenario is a mess, the direction is trash, but people watch it just because the actors are pretty or handsome.

Right now, Han Jin-sung was realizing for the first time in his life how important the aura of actors was.

Choi Yeon-ha tapped Han Jin-sung’s head a couple of times, waved her hand, and headed towards the back door.

“S-sign! Please give me an autograph!”

“On my notebook!”

“On my chest!”

“Who said ‘chest’!”

A riot broke out. The kids were going crazy, but the teacher couldn’t even think of stopping them, just watching. Even at this moment, he seemed to be searching for the most perfect modifier to describe Choi Yeon-ha.

Bang! Bang!

And then, all the windows facing the hallway were violently opened as if they were about to break, and the heads of the male students popped in.

“Ch-Choi Yeon-ha!”

“It’s real! Choi Yeon-ha came!”

“Waaaaaaaah! It’s Choi Yeon-haaaaaaaa!”

Martial law was declared.

‘It’s like hell.’

In the aftermath of the massive commotion that should be called the Choi Yeon-ha invasion, Han Jin-sung was completely exhausted and slumped over.

‘Burned it all, completely white.’

Even though he’s a guy!

He’s a guy too!

He couldn’t understand why those guys were going so far.

‘Am I the weird one?’

Choi Yeon-ha or whatever, she’s just another woman, so why do they have to go so far? When Choi Yeon-ha went down to the first floor, one guy jumped from the second floor in a hurry, broke his leg, and was taken away in an ambulance.

The student affairs director, who was running around trying to control the kids, had his hair soaked in sweat and it was particularly shiny today.

The commotion was suppressed, but the impact was enormous. Those who had seen Choi Yeon-ha were all in a daze, as if they were dreaming, and couldn’t come to their senses until lunchtime.

Of course, the one who was most damaged was Han Jin-sung.

‘……If I go to the orphanage today, I’m going to flip everything over.’

He would grab the person who wrote this crazy scenario and give them shame. He would give them several times more shame than he had experienced today and make them die of shame.

“……Let’s just eat.”

Han Jin-sung got up from his seat and headed to the cafeteria. As he walked down the hallway, he could feel the kids’ gazes excessively focused on him.

‘I’m not a monkey.’

It felt like that’s how people would look if a monkey from the zoo walked down the hallway on two legs. And the lunch box wrapped in a heart-patterned cloth in his hand was further intensifying his shame.

“Huuu…”

Han Jin-sung, who had barely managed to enter the cafeteria, had a bizarre experience of the entire student body turning to look at him.

Han Jin-sung, who had always considered himself a strong-willed type who didn’t get intimidated in front of people, was once again realizing how amazing the profession of an actor was.

Just having this many people’s attention focused on him was enough to make his legs start dancing in an automatic 16-bit rhythm as if they had motors attached.

‘Ugh, I’m going crazy.’

Han Jin-sung lowered his head and quickly walked to a seat in the corner, put down his lunch box, and began to worry.

‘I have to eat this… A school lunch kid should eat school lunch. But today, it was hard to eat school lunch. I received a lunch box in front of everyone, and if I don’t eat it, that’s a problem too.’

Either way, it’s a problem…

‘I don’t know.’

Han Jin-sung boldly opened the lunch box.

And it was at that very moment.

“Move it. Ah, I said move it!”

Along with a rough voice, the kids around him slowly moved aside.

‘Huh…’

Why! Why!

Why did he have to attract the attention of someone like that?

Choi Soo-han, who was known as the most ill-tempered person in the school, was charging straight towards him. Pushing away the kids who were in his way with his arms, Choi Soo-han stood right in front of Han Jin-sung and stared at him silently.

“Ah, hello.”

“Hey.”

“Huh?”

“Is that the lunch box that Choi Yeon-ha packed?”

“…Yeah.”

“Ha, damn it.”

Choi Soo-han laughed as if he was dumbfounded, then glared at Han Jin-sung with eyes that looked like they would devour him. Han Jin-sung couldn’t help but tremble at that gaze, not knowing what was going on.

After staring at Han Jin-sung for a long time, Choi Soo-han opened his mouth very quietly and gently.

“Just one bite.”

“Huh?”

“…Just one bite.”

“……”

It’s quiet.

Everyone is quiet.

Why it’s quiet at this timing, in this situation, I have no idea! I don’t even want to understand! The world has fallen into silence.

Unable to withstand the heavy silence, Han Jin-sung unknowingly slightly lifted the lunch box.

“W-want to eat?”

“Can I eat it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Really?”

“……Yeah.”

Choi Soo-han suddenly rushed at Han Jin-sung, grabbed his shoulders, and patted him a couple of times.

“…You’re a good guy.”

“Huh?”

“I’m touched.”

“……”

Han Jin-sung laughed.

‘These bastards… They’re crazy.’

Han Jin-sung’s feelings were very complex and subtle as he watched the guys he was usually more afraid of than ghosts reveal their true colors.

What on earth is this… What is this situation?

‘I don’t even know anymore.’

Han Jin-sung opened the lunch box, placed it on top, and tilted his head back. Then, the kids slowly, like a horde of zombies surrounding people, approached them.

In the middle of the zombie horde, Han Jin-sung gave up on thinking.