Transmigrated as the Side Top used as an Emotional Trash Can - Chapter 30.2
A small white rabbit doll
Soap bubbles
A soft blanket
Baby Kim Jihwan
My first friend from elementary school
The field day where I ran until my lungs nearly burst and had a first-place stamp pressed onto the back of my hand
Baek Hanrim’s parents, who made time in their busy schedules and rushed over to take pictures
Paper confetti fluttering across the field
My short middle school friends who had only just graduated from elementary school
Textbooks that still smelled new
The new friend sitting beside me
The karaoke room we visited together with excited hearts
Shattering windows
Tearing flesh
My dying friends
Blood soaking my entire body
The system window appearing as though mocking me.
Would you like to restart?
Yes / No
I saw Kim Jihwan trembling beneath a blanket. A bloodstained Phillips-head screwdriver was in my hand. Right, this was what happened during the Zombie Apocalypse. Then I should hug Kim Jihwan and comfort him.
You were scared, weren’t you?
The truth is, I’m still scared too.
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I woke from the dream.
I was lying on the infirmary bed again.
…Rustle.
Tap, tap.
Just as I began to feel that I might have slept for quite a while, I heard the faint sound of a fingernail tapping a phone screen. When I opened my eyes, a phone was being held directly in front of my face.
“Who are you…?”
“Gasp…!”
The boy holding the phone in front of my face inhaled sharply in surprise. Then he hurriedly fled the infirmary. Still dazed and not fully awake, I watched him leave.
“What was he doing…?”
I got out of bed and put on my slippers. After poisoning me and hiring someone to kill me, had Cha Gwonhyeok now paid a student from our school to murder me?
“I should catch him and ask.”
I quickly left the infirmary and chased after him. Fortunately, after running for a little while, I caught sight of his back.
“Wait! Stop!”
“D-Don’t follow me…! Agh!”
Crash!
The fleeing boy missed his footing on the stairs. He didn’t fall badly, but he collapsed into a sitting position. Had he twisted his ankle?
“Are you oka… Ugh!”
When I approached and tried to speak to him, he slammed his head into me with a thud!
My chin struck his head, making my skull ring. He ran away again, and I staggered briefly before pursuing him.
“Let’s just talk…!”
He was a slow runner, so I quickly caught up and grabbed the back of his collar.
“Let go! I said let go!”
“No, why are you going this far…!”
But he resisted too fiercely. He thrashed with all his strength to escape, making my body sway. He was short, but he was bulkier than me. His weight quickly threw me off balance.
“Who are you, and why are you doing this…!”
I corrected my overturned center of gravity and grabbed his shirt collar so I could see his face. Even after seeing him, he looked completely unfamiliar. I didn’t think I had ever spoken to him before.
“What are you two doing right now?! Get off each other!”
When the noise in the hallway grew loud, the teacher conducting class in Class 8 came out and sternly scolded us. At the sound, the students followed and began murmuring as they watched.
“Baek Hanrim’s fucking lost it.”
“Right in front of the teacher too….”
Only then did I realize that I had the boy pinned to the floor while gripping his collar.
“Teacher! Baek Hanrim hit me!”
The words that came from the fleeing boy’s mouth.
The fear trembling in his eyes.
His dirty school uniform.
‘You just fucking piss me off.’
A memory from the past flashed through my mind.
I released him and scrambled away from where I had been pinning him down.
Then I spoke to the teacher and the murmuring students.
I think I was trembling a little.
“N-No! I don’t do things like that! It’s a misunderstanding!”
I approached the boy on my knees as he struggled to push himself up from the floor, grabbed his shoulders, and spoke.
“That’s not true. Why are you lying? I didn’t hit you. You were the one who….”
“Let go of me….”
He avoided my eyes and acted even more like a victim. My desperation turned into anger until my head spun.
“No, this can’t happen….”
It really couldn’t.
An athlete involved in a school violence case would be disqualified from competing in the swimming competition. I had reduced my sleep and trained for weeks. The sunbae with the ruptured disc had asked me to do this. I wanted to give the members of our Swimming Club a medal.
“I have to compete in the swimming competition….”
I couldn’t let everything collapse in a single instant because of some boy whose face and name I didn’t even know. As though reacting to my words, he raised his head.
Then he looked at me as though he resented me and said,
“You’d be fine even if you didn’t compete in something like that.”
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