32 – How Gangsters Deal with School Violence (3)
1.
“…Sigh.”
What on earth is happening?
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Back when I lived the thug life, I rarely had thoughts like ‘What on earth is happening?’ unless the lady was causing trouble.
Apart from situations where a lady was causing a scene, I lived thinking that no matter what bizarre things happened, I just had to smash the opponent who deserved it and live on.
Living without much thought was fine, but in the world I returned to after seven years, such a carefree mindset was not sustainable.
Who would have thought someone would fall from the sky for real?
And to make matters worse, after surviving the fall, she suddenly stood up, heading for the building stairs she fell from, only to stumble and faint, blood streaming from her head.
“…By the way, did I just fight not with a gangster but a student?”
I shifted my gaze toward the female student lying on the hospital bed.
The student, with bandages wrapped around her head, was wearing a school uniform and had a youthful face that matched.
At first glance, she didn’t seem like a gangster cosplaying in a school uniform. Did she really get into a fight with those gangster guys with extended batons? Did she then get hit on the head and fall out of the window?
While riding in the ambulance, I heard from the emergency medical technician that she had head injuries and seemed to have passed out due to a concussion.
It seemed like a hard impact or something. The exact details would be known after a proper examination, but for now, it didn’t seem like there was any significant visible damage.
Blood was gushing from her head, but well, if the EMT said so, it must be something like that. They mentioned a scalp injury as well. The attending doctor at the emergency room said the same thing as soon as we arrived, so, whatever.
Anyway, I had arrived at the emergency room and was waiting under the guise of a temporary guardian until the student’s actual guardian showed up.
“But she’s really pretty. Both her face and figure.”
The student’s name on the school uniform tag was Hara. Even the name was pretty. A very idol-like name.
It was actually Rira, her real name. Moreover, her last name was Ha. Hara. A name that seemed capable of anything.
The name was pretty, the face was pretty, and the body proportions were excellent.
Especially the slightly curly, voluminous black hair looked the best. It seemed to contain the unique youthfulness of a student.
Despite spending the whole day looking for her, running around from rooftop to rooftop, Hara seemed infinitely closer to the missing gem than Haan, whom I had recognized as a genius.
What I saw after waking up was just rough behavior and running towards a confrontation with gangsters, and that was it. From that perspective, she seemed far from an idol, especially considering the scuffle with gangsters, but still…
Yet, Hara, the student, seemed more like an idol than Haan, the acknowledged genius.
Of course, it’s only about the appearance, in reality, she could be the most famous troublemaker girl student in this area.
That could be confirmed when she wakes up. The doctor also said there didn’t seem to be any particular issues, and in the first place, Hara, the student, was young and healthy, so she would probably wake up soon.
So, I waited for Hara, the student, to wake up, then planned to have a little conversation after witnessing her awakening, and decide whether to give her my business card or not.
“By the way, she’s really pretty. If Haan gives off a cold impression, then this student is…”
“Why, does she look innocent?”
“Yes, pure and lively like a student······ Ugh.”
The tightly closed mouth of Hari-ra, who had been silent until now, opened, and though her tone was rough, a coarse yet gentle voice came out.
Surprised by the abrupt voice, I jumped in my chair and, at the same time, Hari-ra’s eyes opened.
“By the way, isn’t it a bit strange to stare at someone who was sleeping like that? You’re certainly pure and pretty, though.”
Truly an idol’s statue. An idol with a fox-like charm, to be precise.
Even with a bandage wrapped around her head, her beauty was not at all diminished; instead, it radiated even more.
A fighter fallen from the sky was actually a female student, possessing the beauty to strike an idol’s cheek left and right three times each. What is this? A comic?
From the first encounter, it was unrealistic, but Hari-ra’s face was even more surreal than our meeting.
Feeling dazed in the presence of a being where unreality and unreality merged and stared at me right in front of me, I was roughly losing my mind.
However, just being dazed wasn’t enough, as Hari-ra’s gaze, looking at me, was unsettling. So, I immediately lowered my head and offered an apology.
“I’m sorry. You’re so beautiful that I unintentionally stared.”
“Well, I’ll let it slide.”
I was fortunate that she let it slide.
“Thank you.”
I immediately lowered my head again, this time expressing gratitude. Hari-ra, watching me like that, chuckled and added more words.
“I have a nasty personality originally, and I usually don’t tolerate people staring at me while I’m asleep. But since you rescued me, I’ll let it pass. I remember everything.”
“Rescued······?”
At the mention of the term ‘rescued’ from Hari-ra, a chill ran down my spine.
Whether the unconscious fear was evident on my face or not, Hari-ra, looking at me, tilted her head slightly and asked.
“Yes, I called you ‘Oppa’ because you look like an Oppa. Isn’t that right? You’re in your thirties, right?”
“Oh, no, I’m still in my 20s.”
“Well, you’re right, Oppa. I’m eighteen. But why are you so surprised when I call you Oppa? Have you never heard someone call you that before?”
“Well…”
“Oppa, let other girls call you Oppa. It’s not a big deal.”
“What? Why is it my fault if someone else calls me that?”
“Why do you let other girls call you Oppa? And all you have to do is say you understand. Why do you say it as if it’s unfair? Oppa, do you hear other girls calling you Oppa?”
“Ah!”
Just recalling the past memories felt like needles piercing his brain, causing him intense pain.
Being called Oppa by a woman other than the lady was a horrific curse that brought back the terror of the past just by hearing it.
“Oh, Oppa? What’s wrong? Are you in pain? Did you hurt your head when you caught me earlier?”
“Oh, I’m fine. It’s just that some bad memories came back.”
“How bad can the memories be that they make your head hurt just by thinking about them? I’ve never had a head injury that hurt that much… Ouch!”
While speaking, the pain from the head injury suddenly hit Harira, and she grabbed the bandaged area, furrowing her brow.
The treatment was over, and it wasn’t torn enough to require stitches, but it still hurt enough for blood to flow.
Seeing her hunch over in pain, holding her head, he was about to ask if she was okay when Harira started trembling.
“Ugh… Ugh…”
“Are you… Are you okay? Should I call a doctor?”
Clutching her fists tightly, tensing her whole body to the point where her neck turned red, Harira trembled, looking far from normal.
Yes, the doctor and the emergency responders said she was fine, but with blood gushing from her head, there was no way she could be okay.
“Ah! I’m… I’m bleeding!”
The part where gauze was applied to cover the wound was starting to turn pale red, making it undoubtedly a dangerous situation to anyone who saw it.
In the moment when I was about to get up from my seat to call a nurse due to the sudden emergency, I heard a voice filled with rough and hot anger coming from Hari, a student behind me.
“Hey! You bastards, just stay still!”
“What?”
“How dare you hit me from behind and make my head hurt? You truly cowardly and filthy bastards!”
Turning my body back to look at Hari, I saw her trembling and grinding her teeth as if she were extremely angry.
Could it be that her face turning red, the blood spurting like a fountain compared to the depth of the wound, and the fact that she was covering the gauze with red blood, were all just because she had a hot temper?
How hot-blooded does someone have to be for blood to spurt like that from a small wound? The more I looked at her, the more unreal Hari seemed.
As I was momentarily stunned, just watching Hari in that state, she couldn’t hold back her anger any longer and got up from the bed.
“I’m going to destroy everything!”
And with a determined voice, Hari, who had risen from the bed, put on crumpled shoes and headed towards the delinquents who were somewhere, just like when she ran down the stairs earlier.
“Just wait there, I’ll really······ ugh.”
But then, perhaps feeling dizzy, she couldn’t regain her balance and her legs lost strength, causing her to lean over just like when she fell earlier, like a doll with a broken string.
If she continued like this, it was certain that she would hurt herself like earlier, falling forward.
However, the same method doesn’t work on Kang Jin-hyuk.
Since I had already anticipated that this would happen, I quickly approached and caught Hari so that she wouldn’t fall.
Thud.
“······Uh?”
To avoid dislocating her shoulder when lifting the arm of a falling person, I quickly approached her falling path and caught her with my body, choosing the safest method.
As a result, Hari’s face was pressed against my chest, but it was better than hitting the ground.
It seemed that the dizziness had subsided as Harira, placing a hand on her chest, looked up at me. I asked cautiously, “Are you okay?”
Then, for some reason, Harira, who had been so confident and relaxed, blushed and her eyes began to shake.
Something had changed in Harira, and her response, in a voice that didn’t match her first impression or the Harira I had known so far, was strange.
“Ah, um…y-yes. I’m…fine.”
“What the hell are you doing, you bastard!”
But Harira’s small, trembling voice was drowned out by a deep, growling voice, similar to the voice of the Harira student I had heard from behind.