Chapter 62
A bright red palanquin adorned with gold threads arrived before the club manager’s office. The palanquin lacked privacy panels or screens and was borne on the backs of many students, displaying its passenger in full.
The performance was beyond flashy—it was an affront to human rights.
Ban Hee-Yeol. Jae-Hyeok’s eyes dimmed when he recognized the identity of the boy sitting on the palanquin. The Ban family was one of only five families with the title of Count in South Korea, and they were well known for having produced four S-class players in a row. Many believed they would soon produce a National Treasure. There was even an opinion that they would replace the dying Kang family as a ducal family.
“Hmm.”
Ban Hee-Yeol also recognized Jae-Hyeok. He straightened his posture and smiled sharply. “Aren’t you Jae-Hyeok? It has been quite a while. Your complexion is as fine as jade, and you’re appearance is good-looking. You grew up well, as expected. Ah, you don’t remember me, do you? You were young when we met.”
“No, I remember,” Jae-Hyeok replied coldly, and Ban Hee-Yeol’s brow furrowed.
“Oh, Really?”
It wasn’t Jae-Hyeok’s insolent attitude that annoyed Ban Hee-Yeol. Rather, he was annoyed that Jae-Hyeok remembered their meeting ten years ago.
“How dare a cheeky freshman speak impolitely to the vice president?” one of the boys carrying the palanquin shouted. He had an impressive-looking physique and tanned skin like he came from a beach.
Ban Hee-Yeol rebuked him, “Why are you raising your voice to the son of a duke?”
“He might be from a ducal family, but isn’t it just the Kang family?”