The Spoon Villain Is Obsessed with the Hero Again Today - Chapter 103



End of Semester (2)

This place is an izakaya-themed bar located near the school.

“I’ll bring the basic appetizers.”

“Oh, thank you….”

The staff set a plate on the table. The plate contained bite-sized cabbage slices.

Then the staff looked at Choi So-eun and asked.

“Can I help you with your order?”

“My companion is coming, so I’ll order later.”

“Got it.”

The staff bowed and left. Choi So-eun looked at the wall clock installed on the wall of the store.

“….”

There was still a long time left until the appointment time. About 20 minutes to go.

In the meantime, Choi So-eun decided to check her makeup.

Squeak─!

She took out a hand mirror from her pouch and checked if there was anything to fix. The dim lighting of the store was a drawback, but it wasn’t a big problem for fixing her makeup.

“Good.”

Since her makeup was well done from the start, there wasn’t much to fix. Her hair was also perfect. The hairstyle was very well set. She was very satisfied.

It was the ultimate condition, the best state. Such a day comes once a week at most.

She was glad that the appointment was today.

─If you drink all that, I’ll deposit 500,000 won into your account right away!

─Hey! Who can’t drink that? Make me one! But not in a 2000cc glass!

The store was very noisy. It was inevitable due to the nature of the bar. When people drink, they get excited.

“Is alcohol okay…? Maybe I should have chosen a meal instead….”

It was none other than Choi So-eun who first decided on the bar as the meeting place. So she started to worry. What if the other person didn’t like this kind of atmosphere?

Thud─

At that moment, someone approached the table.

Had they already arrived? Choi So-eun decided to greet Shin Yoon-seong with the bright smile she had practiced in advance.

“Huh…?”

But the warm smile lasted only a moment. Her cheek muscles stiffened immediately. Her face twisted in an instant.

It was because someone other than Shin Yoon-seong, whom Choi So-eun had been expecting, appeared.

“Can I sit here?”

A blonde girl sat down directly opposite her. Even after rubbing her eyes and looking again, it was definitely Arna.

Where did Shin Yoon-seong go, and why is Arna here?

“I was invited too.”

“What…?”

Invited? What does that mean? I had made dinner plans with Shin Yoon-seong alone.

Who on earth invited her? It wasn’t me.

Then.

Could it be that Shin Yoon-seong invited Arna?

“Oh. What should we eat? It’s been a while since I’ve been to a pub.”

While Choi So-eun was in confusion, Arna casually looked at the menu.

“The chicken skewers here look pretty good. Oh, should we order some soup too? What do you think?”

Arna said with a mischievous smile.

It was her own little revenge.

*

“Oh. Isn’t it Shin Yoon-seong?”

It was before going to the dinner appointment, while I was working out at the gym. Principal Lee Min-ho spoke to me.

“Fancy meeting you here. Nice to see you.”

Gone was the usual suit, and today Lee Min-ho was wearing training clothes.

He wasn’t as intimidatingly muscular as Rashid, but Lee Min-ho had a body that showed he worked out quite a bit.

He was a man who was meticulous about self-care, to the point where it was hard to believe he was middle-aged.

“Yes, hello.”

So it was uncomfortable. He was a man with no gaps to be found. So when you talk to Lee Min-ho, you find yourself getting caught up in his pace before you know it.

I gave a slight nod and moved away from Lee Min-ho. I stood in front of a new exercise machine.

Lat pull-down, a machine for back exercises.

“Gasp!”

I sat down and fixed my body in place, then grabbed the bar that was raised high. With effort, I slowly pulled the bar down.

“That way, it’s only an arm workout.”

At some point, Lee Minho was standing behind me. He quietly watched me exercise and then gave me some advice.

“Remember, when you pull the bar, use minimal wrist strength. Be careful not to raise your shoulders. Do it with the feeling of pulling with your chest.”

Lee Minho corrected my posture by directly touching my body.

What is this? Why is this guy suddenly interested in someone else’s workout?

Was my posture that strange? So bad that he couldn’t bear to watch?

“Okay, try again.”

“Huff. Huff.”

“Good. That’s it. Don’t you feel some stimulation in your latissimus dorsi?”

I didn’t have the leisure to answer. It was tough enough just to pull the bar.

“Huff. Huff.”

Sure enough, correcting my posture made the stimulation in my back feel different. Muscle soreness tomorrow is guaranteed.

I barely managed to complete one set.

“You need to repeat this for a total of five sets.”

“Five sets? Of this?”

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“For beginners, finding your own stimulation point is the first step. To do that, you need to repeat more sets. If it’s hard, you can reduce the weight.”

“Lower the weight and do more reps. But that’s not cool…”

“There’s no time for this. Start the set again.”

Lee Minho interrupted me. He was even checking the rest time. I had no choice but to grab the bar again.

“Huff. Huff.”

“Oh. Your posture is much more natural than before. Keep it up.”

“…”

I’m not sure if I should like this or not. It’s nice to have a free personal trainer, but it feels a bit uncomfortable.

I couldn’t exercise comfortably. After all, it’s because of who he is.

“Phew…”

After finishing all five sets of lat pulldowns, I sat down to take a short break.

My arms were trembling. I planned to do just three light sets and go back, but I ended up overtraining unintentionally.

I should have lowered the weight as Lee Minho suggested earlier.

“Is this the end of today’s workout?”

While I was resting, Minho Lee naturally sat next to me.

I nodded.

“Yes. Well…”

“What’s your next schedule?”

Strange. He’s asking about my next schedule. Minho Lee is unusually interested in me today.

When he taught me the workout earlier, I thought it was just simple meddling. But even after the workout ended, Minho Lee is still by my side.

It’s not like he has too much time on his hands.

There must be another purpose.

“Haha. Sorry. I just wanted to have a little chat. If you have time, that is.”

The reason Minho Lee hasn’t left my side yet. He wants to talk to me.

It seems he came to this gym just to meet me from the beginning. Teaching me the workout was just an excuse to start a conversation.

So.

What does he want to say in an empty gym?

To me, of all people.

I was curious about Minho Lee’s thoughts.

“Do you remember the school open event? The day Yoonseong Shin participated in the evaluation match.”

Minho Lee brought up the event that was held recently. He specifically mentioned the last day when the international evaluation match took place.

“Actually, there was a small incident that day.”

Even while bringing it up, Minho Lee’s expression remained the same. He was still smiling.

I asked.

“What kind of incident?”

For reference, I remember the school open event ended without any major trouble.

Although Lloyd Hintz almost caused a commotion during the international evaluation match, Taehun Kang somehow managed to handle it well.

But an incident?

Could there have been a problem elsewhere?

“Didn’t Yoonseong Shin catch the culprit that day? The one who was distributing stimulants within the school.”

I know. The reason Lloyd Hintz went berserk. The face of the drug dealer who was secretly distributing stimulants behind the scenes.

Of course, I handed over the matter to the event director who was next to me at the time.

It was out of my hands.

“The problem is what happened afterward. The incident occurred during the process of handing over the culprit to the operations committee.”

“What is it? This incident you speak of.”

Did they lose the culprit or something? I don’t really know what happened after that.

I just caught the culprit, that’s all.

“On that very day, the culprit was found dead. Precisely in the parking lot behind the stadium.”

It was quite a serious matter. The drug dealer I caught was found dead not long after.

There was a reason they called it an accident.

“How did they die? Was it suicide? Or murder?”

I asked the obvious question.

I had a rough idea of how the drug dealer might have died.

If the drug dealer had committed suicide, Lee Minho wouldn’t have come to see me like this.

But I had to ask anyway.

At least I needed to confirm it.

And then Lee Minho spoke.

“It was clearly murder. Moreover, the examination of the body revealed the work of a professional.”