Jungle Juice: Bug God
I was sitting on a desk at the back of the class when the protagonist came to the group talking about human bugs and took one of their phones.
Too far away to hear what he was saying, but of course I already knew. Jungle Juice was popular, after all.
I shifted on my seat. My bottom was getting cramps from the hard wooden surface. Seriously, installing cushioned seats couldn't hurt them, right?
Whatever. I'll just put my legs on top of my desk. At least the change of position would relieve some of the stress on my buttock muscles.
Hmm? Why don't I just get up and join the discussion with the protagonist, you ask?
Well, for one thing, I felt too lazy to even get to my feet. Another thing, I don't want to join in the plot yet. I'll shadow the protagonist's progress from afar. No real reason, really, just a feeling.
No one showed any reaction to my impoliteness. Not that I was hoping, but shouldn't there be a discipline committee? Oh, okay, truthfully, I was quite hoping to be scolded by a smart student. Preferably some new heroine of the story. Alas, there was no hint (or glint) of a four-eyed female class leader's glasses.
And I was also thinking, did the students think of me as a delinquent? No one seemed to get close to me. I even once saw a small student with glasses circle the class to get to the door instead of passing by my desk, even though he was two seats beside me. Such horrors could only have come from this kind of school, where class delinquents and school thugs were common. Stereotypical. For Korean manhwa, that is.
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