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Translator: thursdays Editor: Yahiko
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“You’re going to help me?”
“Yeah. Well, don’t say it like I’m being nice…”
The class president smiled wryly.
‘Did this kid always have such diverse expressions?’
It felt a little unnerving. Thinking about it, we had been in the same class since first year, but we never talked much.
“I’m running for student council this time, remember? So that I could get college recommendations… But anyway, the student council president should act like it. I should at least be able to handle a problem in my class. I don’t know how to resolve this, but I’ll try asking Kim Yul. Do you know his number?”
“Yeah… Just a moment.”
While I was looking for his number, I realized something. The class president didn’t know Kim Yul’s number, but all of my classmates who watched the video would know that fact. Therefore:
‘Class Pres isn’t the culprit.’
Though, there was still a chance that this was all an act…
‘That can’t be. He’s such a square, and he had no way of getting hold of the recording.’
The class president was safe. I was sure of it.
While I was nodding my head, the class president exclaimed in surprise and said, “Nevermind. It’s kind of rude to talk about this sort of thing over the phone. I’ll just secretly talk to Kim Yul after school tomorrow. That should be fine, right?”
“Oh, right. Calling might be bad. Well, thanks for trying to help.”
“If you’re grateful, vote for me instead of your girlfriend, please.”
“…Sure.”
My girlfriend broke up with me today, anyway. The class president didn’t seem to know about it, which was another reason he wasn’t on the suspect list.
‘That’s right.’
I had hope.
‘It’s not over yet. Nothing has ended! As long as at least one person supports me, I can make a new plan using him. This atmosphere will only last a short time… After a while, my friends will come back to me and everything will be back to normal.’
From that day, the class president really started to act. I didn’t know what exactly he was doing, but he seemed to be taking advantage of the [model student] image he had built up.
“All right. I’ve heard what Kim Yul had to say,” the class president said the next day.
It was during lunchtime. I didn’t go to the cafeteria today, either. My classmates continued to scorn me, and I didn’t want to get caught up in the atmosphere. So the two of us were speaking secretly in the empty classroom.
“Really? What did he say?”
“He wants you to apologize in front of your friends. He’ll never accept your apology if it’s just you two. If you apologize sincerely about what you did and how bad it was in front of your friends, he’ll forgive you.”
That crazy guy.
‘Apology? Forgiveness? Who is he kidding?’
He simply wanted to humiliate me. There was no difference between my classmates and Kim Yul. They were acting up for a little taste of power.
“He said three times that he wouldn’t forgive you if he couldn’t feel ‘sincerity’ from the apology. Mm. His face was expressionless, but I think he’s really angry at you.”
‘I’m gonna go nuts.’
Couldn’t I just give him a million won and call it done? He would accept it since he was poor.
“What is sincerity? What do I have to do for him to feel it?”
“Who knows? I don’t really get it either… Anyway, the important part is apologizing in front of the other kids. Why don’t you try writing out the apology beforehand?”
The class president sounded a bit irritated. He may finally have realized the situation was more complicated than he expected.
Dammit. My school life and future were at stake here. My life depended on this. If he was pretending to be good, he should take responsibility till the end!
“Yeah, I’ll write an apology. Haa…”
I sighed, making the most pitiful expression I could.
‘Hwang Eunseo, it’s time for the performance of your lifetime.’
“Really, why did I stupidly torment Kim Yul? I thoughtlessly joined in since all the kids were doing it. Dammit. I shouldn’t have done that.”
C’mon, hurry up and pity me. Sympathize with me. I was a human being. I could feel regret and repent my mistakes. But it wasn’t that big of a sin! So hurry up and feel sorry for me!
“It’s natural Kim Yul is angry at me. I could have stopped the others, but… Now, I’m sorry. If I could, I’d apologize in front of the whole school. Really.”
“……”
The class president stared at me with his eyes, deep as a well. His face was hard to read, but there was no mistaking that he was listening to me.
“I have an idea.”
The class president suddenly got to his feet.
“Huh?”
“It just occurred to me how you can get Kim Yul’s forgiveness. Wait a moment. I need to go to the teachers’ office.”
The class president sprinted out of the classroom. I was dumbfounded. What was that guy doing? I absentmindedly chewed on the G●stly bread in the barren classroom.[1] I had gnawed off about half of the bread when the class president returned.
“All right! I received permission from the teacher.”
“For what?”
“The student council election speech. I asked if a non-candidate can go up to the podium. Nothing in the rules says you can’t.”
The class president smiled confidently.
Maybe he dropped by the bathroom on the way back, but there was moisture around his mouth.
“You said it. If you could, you would apologize in front of the whole school. I was already pondering what to write in my speech to beat your girlfriend, so this is great.”
“Uh…”
“Listen carefully.”
The class president sat down and took out a notebook. Swish, swish! An old-timey cursive danced on the page.
“Hwang Eunseo, you’ll apologize to Kim Yul. Then, I’ll take over the microphone and continue the speech, saying [The type of school I want to create as student council president is one where you admit your mistakes and grant forgiveness]. Got it?”
I didn’t get it.
“We’ll decorate it as a story. The speech won’t just be a boring pledge of what I’ll accomplish!”
“……”
“I don’t know what your girlfriend’s speech will say, but she’s uber-rich. I can imagine it clearly. She’ll offer her own money to put perfume in the bathrooms, make sure we don’t run out of tissues, stuff like that to coax the students. If I make simple campaign promises, my odds are zero… Yes, let’s fight with a story.”
The class president wrote in his notebook.
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A student council that solves problems!
A council that helps you speak!
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