“The rumors have already spread. They say Chic Boy attacked Hae Sung High School students. Some even say it’s a declaration of war.”
I felt embarrassed at Choi Yohan’s words.
‘Was the task I gave him that significant?’
I thought it would quietly pass since Seon Woojin didn’t say anything. Instead, it ended up causing a conflict between the two schools.
I cautiously spoke up, “What do you want… uh, sir?”
I wasn’t sure if I should use honorifics or casual language. For now, according to the original work’s setting, we’re probably the same age.
‘Since he keeps using honorifics over there, it’s a bit awkward for me to say whatever I want.’
Choi Yohan made a meaningful smile.
“Well, let’s see. I did come saying that I would try to resolve it quietly among seniors… but I can’t go back empty-handed, right?”
Are they suggesting a fight?
It’s possible. Since he fought against Ban Ha-min last time, it could happen again.
For some reason, Choi Yohan seemed to feel a sense of rivalry with the Three Boys. Now that it has come to this, he won’t miss the opportunity to compete with Seon Woojin.
I feel strangely sorry. They’re fighting because of me.
“So, what do you want?”
Upon hearing that, Choi Yohan raised his right arm and grinned.
“How about arm wrestling?”
What?
I was puzzled, my face twisted in disbelief.
‘Out of the blue, arm wrestling?’
I was left speechless at the unexpected turn of events.
‘Is he a bit strange too?’
Here, it should naturally be a challenge like ‘let’s fight one on one,’ right? Well… arm wrestling is also one-on-one, but still.
Regardless, it’s better than fighting.
I glanced at Seon Woojin, curious about how he would react.
Then I suddenly realized.
‘Oh? But is Seon Woojin’s right hand okay?’
Since the accident, he can’t even write properly with his right hand. I’m not sure if he can handle something as intense as arm wrestling.
Seon Woojin didn’t take the bait.
“Just consider yourself the winner.”
Seon Woojin said with a somewhat annoyed expression.
“Just go around spreading the word that you defeated me. It doesn’t matter.”
It seemed like he was halfway annoyed and halfway in pain.
Indeed, Seon Woojin wasn’t the type to stick to his pride in such situations. That could be considered an advantage.
That’s when Choi Yohan spoke.
“Wow, it was real.”
Choi Yohan spoke with an innocent expression.
“The rumor was that Chic Boy’s hand was injured, and it turns out to be true.”
Seon Woojin’s gaze changed for the first time at those words.
“What?”
The air froze instantly.
In the rapidly changing atmosphere, I hesitated and observed Seon Woojin’s expression.
“Are you saying that you can’t play properly because your fingers are messed up?”
Choi Yohan was smiling fresh despite just launching a personal attack.
“Haha.”
Seon Woojin burst into a bitter laugh, his expression mocking.
‘Since when did he know about Seon Woojin’s injured hand?’
I felt that Choi Yohan knew a lot about the Three Boys, maybe even more than me.
“Where did you hear some strange rumor? Even if I can’t use my hand properly, beating you won’t be a problem, so just leave.”
Seon Woojin had an unpleasant expression, but he still seemed uninterested in fighting.
However, Choi Yohan wasn’t done.
“Does that make you feel bad?”
Without intending to let it go quietly, Choi Yohan provocatively challenged Seon Woojin.
“But why would you feel bad? It’s not like there’s anyone else who can’t use their hand properly like you.”
With a sly smile, Choi Yohan continued, “Your fingers aren’t the only ones that can’t function properly.”
At those words, Seon Woojin’s expression changed dramatically.
“What?”
For a moment, the air became tense.
I paused, staring at Seon Woojin’s expression.
“Are you crazy?”
It was a rare sight of him getting genuinely angry.
Seon Woojin is generally a lukewarm person who doesn’t easily get agitated. Although I’ve seen Seon Woojin annoyed many times, I’ve never seen him genuinely angry.
But now, for some reason, the atmosphere took a turn for the worse.
I instinctively sensed that something was going wrong and stopped Seon Woojin.
“Seon Woojin, hold on.”
I couldn’t be sure if what I was doing now was the right choice, but I felt that letting the two collide like this was not an option.
‘That guy seems suspicious.’
I quickly restrained Seon Woojin, who seemed ready to go after Choi Yohan at any moment.
Seon Woojin alternately looked at my hand holding him and my face, then narrowed his eyes.
I quietly said, trying not to be heard by Choi Yohan, “Just ignore him. You never cared about those kinds of guys anyway.”
Seon Woojin frowned, seemingly displeased.
Still, he didn’t move anymore. Seon Woojin pressed his tongue against his cheek with an annoyed expression.
Then, he pulled me.
“Lee Jueun, let’s go.”
Instead of following Seon Woojin, I glanced at Choi Yohan for a moment. He still had a strange smile on his face.
It was a somewhat ominous smile.
Seon Woojin poked me.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you coming?”
“Oh? Uh, yeah.”
I followed Seon Woojin, walking away with him.
Before completely leaving, I glanced back for a moment.
Choi Yohan was looking in our direction with an expressionless face.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
