Chapter 8: What Class Is He Even In
“What the hell...”
Ha Giyeon stared at the phone number that hadn’t contacted him once. The guy who’d promised to give him a P.E. uniform still hadn’t reached out, even on the first day of school. He’d tried calling, but when the call went unanswered, he gave up.
“Guess I’ll just be grateful for the school uniform, then.”
People breaking promises—he’d seen it too many times to be surprised.
Before his regression, he’d been burned countless times at work by people who’d refuse to pay him or just vanish with nonsense excuses. He’d worked himself to death only to get thrown out with nothing. Compared to that, missing out on a P.E. uniform was laughably small.
Before leaving, Ha Giyeon stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself in the school uniform.
“Looks kinda awkward...”
Maybe because he’d lost weight from part-time jobs, or because the uniform actually fit well, he looked noticeably different from before.
“I guess I do feel more at ease.”
Maybe because he’d secured the uniform himself.
He gave a polite goodbye to the housekeeper and stepped out the front door. The sky was still dark—sun hadn’t risen yet. He hunched into the chilly morning air and made his way toward the front gate.
That’s when it happened.