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Love Maze 10

Oh, I missed it. I was pushed away from Park Jimin by the students coming out of the store, and ended up in the second library.

Second Library. Unlike the First Library, which functions as a regular library, this library fails to fulfill its functions.

If you ask what it means to not be able to function properly, you can answer that it is used as a hideout for a small number of children. For example⋯⋯.

"Oh shit. Hey. I told you to keep an eye out. You fucking got it all figured out."

"Ha, but the teacher asked me what was wrong⋯⋯."

⋯⋯To those kinds of kids.

I don't want to get involved in unnecessary trouble. Here, it was common sense to eat and be eaten based on class. It was the law of the jungle. The prey had no choice but to be eaten by the predators.

"Your company's stock price went up a lot recently, didn't it? I guess your mother put in some effort."

To someone who doesn't know, it might sound like a compliment, but here, the phrase 'your mother worked hard' is used to mean that your mother must have worked hard to sell herself elsewhere.

I've encountered it before, like "Karda" (likely referring to a child), but this was the first time I'd heard it so one-sidedly and directly. It was even dirtier than I'd expected, and even though I wasn't involved, my face crumpled.

"⋯⋯No. It's because the company's management system is well established."

"Hey, what did he just say? Company management system? A company that lives off what we throw away, does it have a management system?"

Then, a loud laughter filled the library. A male student's angry voice could also be heard, having heard insults to his family.

"What do those kids who only benefited from having good parents know?"

"Our Seonghyeon, are you angry? Stop there. If you get really angry, we'll be upset too."

"My father would leave yesterday and come back today. He would leave today and come back tomorrow. He worked so hard for the company, sleeping only four hours a day!"

How heartbreaking it sounded, howling and screaming. But the world was so cold.

"You commit all kinds of corruption, but you act like gangsters and plunder the poor. What makes you so great?"

"Just stop there."

Four or five children surrounded the boy, their faces hardened, and they approached him. One kicked him, and another grabbed the fallen boy by the hair and pulled him up.

A groan of pain erupted, along with a few curses. Having witnessed the entire process, I had no choice but to stop my steps, intending to quietly leave.

'They plunder the poor and make a profit from it⋯⋯.'

I knew full well what the boy meant. Those who have something are destined to live, and those who don't are destined to die. My mother's death confirmed this truth.

Maybe it was because I had similar thoughts when I was younger. For some reason, I couldn't ignore the male student who was being bullied.

The boy who had been kicked in the stomach collapsed to the floor, coughing dryly. I could see someone trying to step on his waist, which was still barely able to straighten up.

여주

"stop,"

It was when my upper body jerked forward without me realizing it. I raised my voice to yell at them to stop, but before my voice left my mouth, someone grabbed my shoulder and pushed me behind the bookshelf where I had been hiding until just now.

'What kind of guy is that, ⋯⋯.'

I barely managed to keep my balance as I staggered from the sudden push, and raised my head to look at the face of the person who had pushed me, holding my sore shoulder.

여주

"⋯⋯!"

I couldn't help but be surprised when I saw his face. He pushed me away, and he seemed extremely reluctant to touch me.

"What are you doing here now?"

Because it was Kim Seokjin.