Eighteen's Bed

Chapter 17.1

“Hey, I didn’t expect that from you...”

Kim Minho’s eyes sparkled transparently. He looked as if he was impressed.

“A strategist! Damn, you’re right. Damn! No wonder. People with brains are different. Yeah, that’s why those bastards dragged you around. Yeah! You’re right! Timing is everything.”

Kim Minho continued to punch the air, throwing a fit. I was worried he might get stubborn again, but it seemed like my suggestion was better than he expected, and he couldn’t stop admiring it to himself. I asked, cautiously, just in case Kim Minho changed his mind.

“After the break ends, that’s when it’ll be okay, right?”

“Of course! Hell yeah! That’s a great idea. How about right after vacation ends? Do you think that’ll be okay? Do you think the rumors will spread like wildfire?”@@@@

That evening, the real conversation began. It was over a luxurious spread of food at some restaurant, all piled up under the pretense of “not being able to take care of my son.” Even my father had to step out for a phone call, and my mother, while cutting the meat soaked in blood with a knife, casually dropped the bombshell about my troubles.

“You’re ranked 12th in the school, right?”

My gaze automatically dropped to the floor.

“Ah...”

Of course, it was something I’d have to face eventually, but bringing the truth to light was something I really didn’t want to do. I always felt a strange sense of guilt toward my parents, so I had a habit of minimizing bad news as much as possible. My drop in grades was no exception. But that secret, which I desperately tried to hide, ended up reaching my mother when I least expected it. I had been prepared for it, though, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

“When did you find out?”

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