Eighteen's Bed

Chapter 15.3

The reason I couldn’t easily agree with Go Yohan’s words was because of that unfamiliar number—86—that had been squeezing my brain dry since the finals.

After grading my answers, I usually wrote down my predicted score proudly at the top of the paper. But this time, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My face burned hot, and I quickly flipped the test paper over, crumpled it up, and shoved it into my bag. I didn’t grade any of the other tests after that.

The days I had been desperately avoiding finally passed, and today arrived.

Our homeroom teacher entered, holding a thick stack of papers in one hand. We already had a good guess about what they were since the teacher had announced a few days ago that the report cards were coming. The classroom quickly settled down, and the teacher called out the first name on the sheet.

“Kang Jun.”

Of course, they called me first. Out of all people.

Eyes filled with a messy mix of anticipation and anxiety landed on me. The order was supposed to be random—so why the hell was I first? My legs felt like they were weighed down with sandbags, each step heavy and dragging.

“......”

“Hey, what rank are you?”

“First place again, right?”

“Who knows...”

I laughed awkwardly and covered the paper with my hand. Park Haon immediately chimed in.

“What? You didn’t check yet?”

“Well... I’m kinda nervous.”

“Want me to check for you?”

“No!”

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