High — School Return Of A Gangster

So-ri leaned her head on his shoulder. “I’d like that.”

Then, blinding light.

He began to notice things. The way So-ri’s nose scrunched when she solved a math problem. The way she’d save him the last bite of her lunch. The way she laughed—a real, unguarded laugh—when he accidentally called his homeroom teacher a “two-bit racketeer.” high school return of a gangster

One afternoon, a sleek black sedan pulled up in front of the school. Out stepped a familiar face: Baek Doo-hwan, the lieutenant who had stabbed Dae-seong in that rainy alley. Now, Doo-hwan was the new boss. And he had a son at Hansung High.

“Do you know who I was?” Dae-seong asked, his voice low. So-ri leaned her head on his shoulder

And So-ri jumped in front of Yoon-jae.

Choi laughed. “You’re a kid.”

Something inside Dae-seong shattered. This wasn’t a gang war. This wasn’t business. This was a girl who had shown him kindness, who had seen something human in a monster. And now she was bleeding because of him.

“I said,” Dae-seong stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper only Seok could hear, “that your father’s secretary, the one with the mole on her neck, she’s been skimming from the Incheon site for three years. I’d worry about that, not my shoelaces.” The way So-ri’s nose scrunched when she solved