The Tough Guy Hides the Villainess

015 – Parties are Enjoyable Only for Extroverts #4

015 – Parties are Enjoyable Only for Extroverts #4

I designated Wang Ja-hyun as my sparring opponent.

“Me?”

Wang Ja-hyun, the person in question, reacted as if it was completely unexpected.

He glanced at Seo Ga-eul and slightly shrugged his shoulders, as if deliberately acting flustered.

“Ga-eul, what should I do? That guy pointed me out.”

“Pfft, Ja-hyun, you’re quite popular. Do your best.”

A good opportunity to flatten the nose of Wang Ja-hyun, who dislikes me, and score points with Seo Ga-eul.

However, one of the male students raised his hand to express a different opinion.

“Instructor Wi-seon, I think it’s a bit much for Ja-hyun to suddenly spar. Ja-hyun’s skills are similar to those of active explorers, so it’s not fair for him to fight a student now.”

Swoosh-.

The male student stood up. I didn’t notice while he was sitting, but he was quite large when he stood up.

Is he about 2 meters tall?

On his chest, the same golden knight brooch as our class president’s was proudly shining.

“Can I spar instead of Ja-hyun?”

“You’re from Class F…”

The doctor’s eyes looked at me, the large student, and then Wang Ja-hyun.

There seemed to be a bit of hesitation in the eyes behind the goggles, but he soon made a decision.

“It’s a bit much to suddenly spar with a 4th-grade concept holder. You’re the new student, right? Spar with Jang Geun-seong, a 2nd-grade concept holder, instead of Wang Ja-hyun.”

Jang Geun-seong? It sounds like the name of a Chinese restaurant. As I thought that, the guy cracked his shoulders and muscles and came forward.

From behind, male students who seemed to be Wang Ja-hyun’s group were cheering.

“Geun-seong, do your best.”

“You’re not going to lose to Class D, are you?”

The atmosphere was heated.

I turned my head, hoping to find someone on my side, but Baek Yeoul was trembling with a pale face.

“I am Jang Geun-seong. My concept is ‘Muscle.’ As the instructor explained earlier, I’m a 2nd-grade, By the way, the weight of my three main events is close to a thousand kilos.”

The guy, who looked like a bodybuilder overdosed on drugs, spoke as if he would fold me in half, making me feel a bit chilly.

His burning eyes were scary, almost like a gay.

“Instructor, I’m still not good at controlling my strength, so how about we go with real combat rules without any fouls? The one who remains standing when the opponent is incapacitated wins.”

“Hmm, well… What do you think?”

In this situation, what do the rules matter? I wanted to fight Wang Ja-hyun, but now I have to spar with someone else, so my interest waned a bit.

Whatever it is, I need to finish it quickly.

“Real combat sounds good. I’m Han Nam-jin, and my concepts are ‘Leap’ and ‘Emotion.’ “I don’t know my grade.”

“Multiple concepts…?”

At my introduction, a strange light momentarily appeared on Jang Geun-seong’s face. Even the students of Class F, known as elites, seemed surprised, indicating that multiple concept holders were indeed rare.

Seo Ga-eul, who can transfer concepts to others, is truly remarkable.

“Emotions?”

Seo Ga-eul’s eyes sparkled with interest as she looked at me.

That sparkle meant a slight interest. The thought of turning that interest into affection made me feel good, and at the same time, I suddenly became curious.

“Doctor, I’ve often heard people attach grades when introducing their concepts. How high is a grade 4?”

Swoosh.

The doctor adjusted his goggles.

“This isn’t a theory class, so I’ll just explain briefly. Each person’s concept has levels, from level 1 to level 5. The researchers created the indicators.”

“Does that mean a grade 1 concept is level 1 and a grade 4 concept is level 4?”

“That’s right. Most of you students usually have level 1 concepts. This special class aims to raise the grade of your concepts!”

I wondered what the criteria were for dividing grades from 1 to 5, but I thought it would be faster to look it up later on my own.

# # #

“Alright, face each other.”

Following the instructor’s words, Jang Geun-seong and I faced each other with about a 2-meter distance between us.

“Hey, transfer student from class D. How about we make a bet to make this fight more interesting?”

“A bet?”

“You’re coming to the party at the company building today, right? How about we bet on the invitation? If you win, I’ll give you my invitation. But if I win, your party invitation is mine.”

If I lose this match, my plan to announce my engagement to Seo Ga-eul at the party will be ruined.

The risk was fatal and at the same time, exciting.

I even had someone in mind to give the extra invitation to.

“Alright.”

“Then no backing out! Everyone heard that, right? We’re betting our invitations to the party today!”

Swoosh.

Jang Geun-seong steadied his stance, extending both palms forward.

Judo? Jujitsu? It looked like a similar martial arts stance.

What would happen if a guy who can lift 1000kg with one hand threw me? My name would change from Han Nam-jin to pancake.

Therefore, his technique would be a one-hit kill for me.

It reminded me of the time I fought with Manager Kim Jang-dong, who chased me with an excavator. Strictly speaking, isn’t this better than that time?

Back then, I was limping because my leg was injured.

“Start!”

Pababat-!

At the signal from the doctor, I quickly stepped back.

The street opened up in an instant.

“Oh, fast.”

The instructor, Dr. Park, marveled.

The real marvel begins now.

Shushushuk-.

I threw off my uniform faster than anyone else.

Soon, I was left with just a single pair of panties.

“Eek!”

“What, what’s happening!”

The female students screamed, their faces turning red, and even the male students looked at me with expressions of “What the hell is that guy doing?”

Instructor Wi Seon-ah frowned at the situation.

“What are you doing? Why are you taking off your clothes?”

“It’s a strategy. It looks like that guy has learned judo or Brazilian jiu-jitsu, so if I take off my clothes like this, wouldn’t it lower the chances of getting caught even a little?”

The instructor didn’t seem convinced, her expression remaining unchanged.

Then what about my opponent, Jang Geun-seong?

A sneer was plastered on the face of the giant, like an elephant.

“What’s going to change by taking off your clothes?”

Doesn’t everyone know?

“Molting” is a very important skill to survive in this roughly destroyed world.

Suk-.

I picked up the uniform top I had thrown on the floor.

Then, circling around Jang Geun-seong, I looked for an angle and suddenly showed the piece of clothing at his face.

“Namjin technique, cover your eyes!”

“Hey! That’s such an obvious trick!”

Pat-.

Jang Geun-seong snatched my clothes out of the air as if he would tear them apart with his hands.

“Name: Jang Geun-seong

Status: 《Dumbfounded》 – He is disheartened by the opponent’s ridiculousness. Conversely, he feels good about seizing this opportunity to solidify his position within his group.”

A brief moment of vulnerability appeared in my opponent’s heart. That short moment was enough for me.

I had already dashed through the legs of Jang Geun-seong at the speed of a cockroach.

“Nam-jin Kick!”

Whoosh, thwack-!

My foot, empowered by acceleration, struck precisely between Jang Geun-seong’s legs. A weakness that every man possesses. Two pearls.

With my attack aimed directly at that spot, Jang Geun-seong floated up as if in mid-air.

“Hyek…!”

It was a scream so thin that it was hard to believe it came from such a large frame. He collapsed forward, trembling, clearly incapacitated.

But I couldn’t let my guard down.

“A man! Is divided into those who can! Truly! Strike the opponent’s balls! And those who cannot!”

Thwack, thwack, thwack-.

“Guaak! S-stop! Guaaak!”

After a few more kicks between his legs, Jang Geun-seong foamed at the mouth, his eyes rolling back in a white haze.

The match was truly over.

In the wake of my perfect victory, all the male students in the room shrank back, clutching their own legs.

“W-what a cruel b*stard!”

“Isn’t that a foul?”

“No, it was Jang Geun-seong who suggested we use no-rules combat… .”

Instructor Wi Seon-ah took off her goggles and rubbed her temples.

She seemed to be deep in thought.

“I originally intended to demonstrate the difference between first and second-grade concepts in this match. I didn’t expect it to turn out like this. You really led your opponent into a moment of carelessness and exploited his weakness well, huh?”

An awkward atmosphere lingered in the special lecture room. Did I win a match I wasn’t supposed to win? Why was everyone acting like this?

Of course, I didn’t care about everyone else’s reactions. The only thing I was focused on from start to finish was Seo Ga-eul’s expression.

“Puhuh. “I’ve never seen a match like this.”

Seo Ga-eul couldn’t hold back any longer and covered her mouth, bursting into laughter. As she started to laugh, Wang Jae-hyun, who had been stiffening beside her, also began to chuckle.

“Puhaha, Geun-seong, what are you doing? Even if you were careless, this is too much. Hey, aren’t you getting up soon? Stop joking around and get up.”

It probably wasn’t a joke.

My “Nam-jin Kick” is a technique that ruthlessly targets the opponent’s weaknesses. I thought he might need to lie down for at least two days─.

“Hey. Stop joking around.”

At Wang Jae-hyun’s cold words, the eyes of Jang Geun-seong, who had been foaming at the mouth and fainted, became vivid again. He slowly got up, limping back to his spot. Then he quietly apologized to Wang Jae-hyun.

“Jyahyeon-ah, mi… mianhada. Bangsimman an hamyeon ikil su isseotneunde… .”

“Wow? Na-han-te mianhal ge mwoga itny-a? Nega jyeotneunde. Chodaejangdo ne geol ilheun geojyan-a? A, geureotjiman jinjja asipta. “Geunseongi-ga isseoya pati-ga deo jaemisseosseul tende.”

Binggeut neun Wang Ja-hyeon.

Ingan teukteo Jang Geun-seong-eun naege gogan-eul majat-eul ttae-boda deo ginjang-han geotcheoreom mom-eul tteoreotda. Jal saeng-gin namja ap-eseo ginjang-haneun geol boni yeoksi gei-ga majnaboda.

Ssuk-.

Geuttae Wang Ja-hyeon-ui yeop-e seo itdeon Seo Ga-eul-i naege dagawasseo.

Geuligo-neun badag-e tteoreojyeo itdeon nae gyobokdeureul jusomjusom juwo naege naemireojude-neun ma-eumsshi-ga cham yeppeun geosi seonnyeoga ttaro eopseosso.

“Hanamjin-irago haetji? “Hana mutgo sipeun ge inneunde, wae oneuldo horangi paenti-ya?”

“Naneun paenti-reul ilju-ile han beon-ssik gal-a-ipgeodeun.”

“… mwo?”

“Gura-ya. Sasil-eun gateun geol yeoreo gae sat-seo. Naneun hana-e kkoch-imyeon geugeosman pago-deu-neun seutail-iya. Yeoja-reul joa-hal ttaedo geurae.”

“A─, geureo-guna. Yeogi igeon saok-eseo yeolrineun ‘chodaejang’-iya. Eonje jul su isseulkka geokjeonghago it-eo-sseonnede ttaechim ne-ga na-rang gateun su-eob-eul deureoseo dahaengida. Uri, unmyeong-inga?”

Naege jagmahan bongtu-reul naemineun Seo Ga-eul.

Nyeoseok-eun got nae gwitga-e jasin-ui eolgureul ssuk-de-limilgo-neun aju ganjireoun moksori-ro sogonggeoryeosseo.

“Chodaejang hana-e han saram-i ipjang ganeung-hande neo-neun ije du jang-i itjan-a? Chingu-na yeojachingu-ga isseumyeon deryeowa-do joh-go, animyeon yeongsa-go make-te pal-a-do joa. Igeo pal-myeon pointeuga─.”

Sogongogon-.

Nae gwitga-e soksakyeo-jineun geumaeg-e naneun meoritu-reol jjujeot seo-neun deut haetda.

Ani, i chodaejang-i geureokena bissa-goda-go?

Sun-gan du gae-reul da pal-a-seo ramyeon-euro bak-u-myeon myeochil-ui siksa-reul haegyeolhal su isseulji gesan-eul ha-ge doetda.

“Geuraedo neo-neun kkok waya hae. Al-atji? Gidari-go isseul teni-kka.”

Geureoke malhamyeo Seo Ga-eul-eun nae eokkae-reul sonbadag-euro tuktuk-du-duryeosseo.

Geureoke-na pati-eseo na-reul bogo sipeuna.

Yeoksi na-wa-ui ginggeop gyeolhon balpyo-reul halyeo-neun ge tteollim-eopseotda.

Naneun chodaejang-eul baji jumeoni-e jal jibeo-neugmyeo dongsi-e mulgeon hana-reul jumeoni-eseo kkeonae Seo Ga-eul-ege naemilheotda.

“Igeo ne mulgeon-iji? Wae beoryeosseo?”

“Eo, geoggeo nae son-sugeon-ijan-a? Ilheobeoryeosseo hancham chaj-atneunde. Ne-ga chaja-jwo-guna? Jinjja ilheobeoryeosseo eomcheong se-un-hago soksang-haetneunde. Gomawo!”

Seo Ga-eul-eun keuriseumaseu santa-reul mannan ilgop sal sonyeocheoreom sunsuhage ut-eo-tta.

Daman geu ruby ​​gateun nundongja-ga hyang-haneun got-eun son-sugeon-eul dollyeojun nado, uri-ga gwitsokmal-eul haneun dong-an hwaga nan geotcheoreom eolgureul beul-hin Wang Ja-hyeon-do anin daran got-ida.

“… … .”

“… … .”

(Note: All characters are fictional and above the age of 21.)

Throughout the special class, the mechanical movements of Baek Yeoul and the relaxed gaze of Seo Ga-eul lingered on each other.

It was only a brief moment, but it felt like more intense sparks flew than any duel that took place today.

“Then, Han Nam-jin, see you tonight. I’ll be waiting.”

As a result, I scored points from Seo Ga-eul and got one more party invitation.

Lucky me.

It’s as if the goddess of fortune is sticking to me.