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Sports Day
"Class 7!! Gather here!"
Noisy
"Damn it. Are these bastards deaf or something?"
Furious. Min-a, fuming at the kids in her class who wouldn't listen to a damn, grabbed a microphone nearby and shouted.
"Damn it, Class 7 aren't gathering!!?"
"I wonder if it's okay for the class president to have such a foul mouth."
"I was totally shocked..." Taehyung
Not only Class 7, but also the students from other classes and the teacher were surprised and everyone looked at Mina. When the teacher scolded her, asking if it was acceptable for the class president to swear, Mina grumbled, and Class 7 gathered back in their seats, wary of the heated Mina.
Are you an idiot?
"shut up."
He smacked Seokjin, who was busy laughing at him, and felt proud as he looked at the kids wearing their class t-shirts.
As expected, our class stands out the most.
Just like a damn attention-seeking bastard. He's covered his clothes in gold.
It's not my money, is it?
Do you even have a conscience?
Who would commission the production of class t-shirts themselves, especially spending a fortune on it?
"Heh... You have plenty of money, so what?"
"Is that your money? It's ours, right!?"
Eojjeol TV.
Let's not talk about it.
Jimin let out a deep sigh, wearing a look that seemed to say, "What kind of conversation could I possibly have with someone who looks like an elementary schooler?"
The sports day had just begun, and the school was as noisy as if a war had broken out, filled with students eager to fully enjoy the day.
"Class President, want to go check out the booths?"
Mina refused Jungkook's question. As the class president, she had a lot of work to do and couldn't play to her heart's content.
"Just have fun among yourselves. Just don't cause any trouble."
"You're the one who'll cause trouble..."
Yeah, I didn't ask.
Jungkook looked as if he were about to punch Mina at any moment as she lightly flipped him the middle finger and disappeared. Namjoon noticed this and dragged Jungkook away.
"Let go. I'm really only going to hit you once."
"Just bear with it... I'm the class president..."
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After several games ended, it was time for the dodgeball match between the classes. Above all else, this was the time Mina had been eagerly waiting for.
"Whoa... Everyone's dead!!!"
"Class president... calm down."
With everyone's eyes already focused on Class 7 because of their flashy class t-shirts, the embarrassment fell on Min-a's classmates as she wore a look that seemed ready to pounce on them at any moment like an angry bull.
"Class 7!! If you don't get first place, don't even think about going home."
"Ah!! That's ridiculous!!"
If you don't like it, just win.
Everyone clutched their foreheads, and knowing that Mina was the type to really go for it when she said she would, they gritted their teeth, vowing to win first place no matter what, even if it meant squeezing out every ounce of strength they had.
Once the game started, Class 7โs power was tremendous. Even the kids who didnโt like PE very much put in a lot of effort, which flustered the opposing team, and since the class also had quite a few kids who were good at PE, advancing to the finals went smoothly.
First place is right in front of us. You're not all exhausted, are you?
"Are you even human...? What's wrong with your stamina, seriously."
"Dodgeball is what I'm best at~"
Yeah... you're the best.
Taehyung was resigned to his fate. His mind was filled with the desire to win quickly and end it, so he approached Jungkook and begged him to please carry the team.
"What's with that dying look... It's not like I'm having that hard time."
"I forgot for a moment. You're no different from the class president..."
Jungkook has incredible stamina. Since he excels at arts and sports to begin with, dodgeball was no big deal to him. In fact, he and Mina had such great chemistry that they eliminated the opposing team together at a terrifying speed.
"Hey, we're winning this time too, right?"
"of course."
These two are burning with a competitive spirit. From the opposing team's perspective, they simply look like monsters.
Class 7, having won as if the final was a given, cheered at the thought that nothing else mattered and there was no chance of not being able to go home.
How does the homeroom teacher of Class 7 manage students with that kind of tension?
From what I've heard, every day is hell.
"Hmm... it looks that way..."
Even the teachers shook their heads.
The performance, the highlight of the sports day, was the finale. Before the performance, there was a time for the classmates to spend time together. You could call it a break time playing board games.
The kids who wanted to rest rested, and the kids who wanted to play gathered together and started playing. They decided that the first place winner could draw on the last place winner's face as a penalty.
"Wow... fuck. If we lose this, we're screwed..."
"Hey, beat up the class president lol"
"What kind of nonsense is that, a chicken voluntarily going into hot oil?"
You deserve to suffer a little.
"N... N-N... No, right?"
You're dead lol
And so the game began...
"Ahahahahaha!"
Mina lost.
"The class president is in big trouble. Of all people, Seokjin is first."
"Ah, ah, please. Ah! It's not that crazy bastard!!"
"...? That's not really your place to say that, is it?"
Mina tried to run away. But no way. Mina struggled against Jungkook, who was holding her tightly, and in the meantime, Seokjin, who had come right up close, smiled while holding a marker.
"Ah, stop it. I have to delete this anyway because I have a performance later!!"
Is it my job?
Fuck, I'm screwed.
Seokjin started drawing on Mina's face, and as the children's laughter grew louder, Mina grew increasingly anxious.
"You. Are. Really. Pretty?"
A laugh that was clearly being held back. Mina shook off Jungkook and headed toward the mirror.
"Ah... fuck."
"Pfft..."
"seokjin kim!!!!!!!!"
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