World Rank 0, Please Stop! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14

Back home.

[Kyaaaaah >____< Seriously, no!]

The system frantically typed another message.

[If I say more here, it’ll be a spoiler!]

I’m already transmigrated—do I really need to worry about spoilers too?

In disbelief, I flicked the chat window with my finger.

“Are you really here to help me, or just to mess with me?”

[Of course I’m here to help!]

Famous last words.

Immediately, the system launched into a rambling explanation, as if justifying itself,

[The pasts of the Three Great Boys are too important for me to casually reveal. You have to find out for yourself!]

“Yeah, yeah.”

I gave a half-hearted nod and opened my workbook.

I’d originally sat down to do homework, but thanks to the system, I’d wasted all my time.

By the way, when did this thing start using staccato punctuation…?

Seeing each word followed by a period like that—it’d been nearly ten years since I last saw that style. And honestly, it was still as awful as ever.

[You understood me, right?]

I pretended not to see it and kept solving problems.

It’d been a while since I last did this, but it was only high school freshman level—nothing too difficult. Besides, I’d been tutoring part-time until I got a job anyway.

[You really must! You absolutely have to find out! You must!]

Wait, is this how you solve this problem? Ugh, it’s been so long—I’m getting a bit confused.

[Ju-euuuuun!]

Aside from the flashing system messages, it was a peaceful night.

[This is the timeline separator]

The next day, after school.

“Do this for me.”

Thud.

A notebook landed on the infirmary bed.

I looked up.

“What’s this?”

“Homework.”

Seonwoo Jin stared down at me with his usual blank expression.

“Huh?”

Caught off guard, I instinctively frowned.

“Homework?”

I picked up one of the notebooks.

‘Is this really all he called me here for?’

As I silently flipped through the pages without saying a word, Seonwoo Jin snapped impatiently,

“Can’t do it?”

“No… it’s not that.”

It wasn’t like the homework was particularly hard, and I might as well do it while I was at it. But still…

I asked again,

“Is this really all you need?”

“Yeah.”

Was it really this simple?

It felt almost foolish how worked up I’d gotten over something so trivial.

‘If it’s this easy, he didn’t even need to ask me. Or… maybe that’s exactly why he asked me?’

Feeling deflated, I stared blankly at the notebooks.

Then, Seonwoo Jin looked at me with sudden seriousness and said,

“Then Chun-ja, I’m counting on you.”

“…….”

And so, I became Seonwoo Jin’s homework errand girl.

[This is the timeline separator]

I sat at the desk tucked in the corner of the nurse’s office, doing the homework Seonwoo Jin had assigned me.

Naturally, this desk hadn’t originally belonged to the infirmary.

I’d complained about how uncomfortable it was to do homework lying on the bed, so Seonwoo Jin had brought it from somewhere.

‘…If he’s going to go through all that trouble, why not just do his homework himself?’

He must really hate doing it.

‘But is it even okay for him to just bring stuff in here like this?’

Curious, I asked, and Seonwoo Jin answered simply,

“No one else ever comes here anyway.”

He wasn’t wrong.

‘Still… he’s treating the nurse’s office like his personal bedroom.’

I shook my head, watching Seonwoo Jin absorbed in his handheld game console on the opposite bed.

Out of all the times I’d seen him, this was the liveliest he’d ever looked.

‘He’s not normal either.’

The guy I thought was sane turned out to have a gaming addiction.

‘Is there even one normal person among the Three Great Boys?’

Two with weird speech patterns, and one gaming addict.

Wait—maybe in this setting, a gaming addict is actually the most normal? After all, regular high schoolers in real life act like that too.

‘…He won’t suddenly start talking weirdly too, will he?’

Worried for no good reason, I started observing Seonwoo Jin.

Long, single-lidded eyes, a high and straight nose bridge, a sharp jawline—

Objectively speaking, he had a handsome face.

Though his expression was always indifferent and aloof, it couldn’t hide his good looks.

Which only confirmed my suspicion even more.

‘He really is a character from the original story.’

That meant I couldn’t let my guard down.

‘Please, just stay sane—at least in front of me.’

Praying to no one in particular, I diligently kept writing.

About thirty minutes later…

‘…I want to stop!’

I put my pen down.

It wasn’t even my homework, and doing someone else’s made me feel like I was dying of boredom. Plus, I’d already solved these problems yesterday—doing them again was the last thing I wanted.

‘Isn’t there anything fun to do?’

Bored, I absentmindedly flipped through the notebook and spotted something on the first page.

There were notes written in what I assumed was Seonwoo Jin’s handwriting.

I couldn’t help blurting out,

“…Wow.”

It was truly horrific handwriting.

I’d honestly never seen writing this bad in my life.

Could you even call this legible?

At this point, bad handwriting was practically an art form.

I was genuinely impressed.

“Your handwriting is seriously terrible.”

Seonwoo Jin replied calmly,

“Oh, I broke my right hand, so I write with my left.”

What?

I froze mid-laugh, flipping the page.

Thinking I hadn’t understood, Seonwoo Jin kindly explained again,

“My right hand got wrecked in an accident a while back, so I can’t use it. That’s why I’m asking you.”

“…….”

In an instant, I’d turned into a jerk making fun of someone with a disability. Quietly, I picked up my pen again.

‘So that’s the “past” the system was talking about?’

System, get out here!

If you’re going to give a hint, give a proper one!

Whatever happened, if his hand was damaged that badly, it couldn’t have been a minor accident.

I worried I might’ve accidentally poked at a painful memory.

‘How did he get hurt? Motorcycle accident? But he’s only seventeen—doesn’t he need to wait until this year to even get a moped license? Or… do delinquents not care about that sort of thing?’

Lost in thought, I kept diligently solving problems. Meanwhile, Seonwoo Jin had quietly set aside his game console and sat down beside me.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

“Aren’t you sorry for me?”

“Why would I be?”

“You just said my handwriting sucks.”

“…….”

Okay, that stung. I felt awful for blurting something thoughtless at someone with a real injury.

…Though judging by his expression, Seonwoo Jin didn’t seem to care much.

Reading my discomfort, he said indifferently,

“It’s fine. Just help me ten more times, and I’ll forgive you.”

No, I don’t feel that bad!

His backstory was tragic, but I didn’t want to become his permanent errand girl.

Panicking at the thought of an instant slave contract, I quickly opened my mouth,

“Hey, about that—”

But Seonwoo Jin was faster.

“Ah, I’m hungry.”

Before I could finish, he stood up and left, saying only what he wanted to say.

Damn it! At least hear me out!

I stared blankly at his retreating back.

Apparently, “I’m hungry” wasn’t just a casual remark—back at his seat, Seonwoo Jin really started getting ready to leave.

‘…If he goes to eat, can I stop working too?’

I felt bad, sure, but I didn’t want to keep doing homework.

I subtly started packing up, watching for the right moment to slip away.

While I was calculating my escape, Seonwoo Jin strolled all the way to the door.

‘Once he leaves, I’m out of here too.’

Just then, Seonwoo Jin stopped, suddenly turning around.

Our eyes met, and he said,

“What? Aren’t you coming?”