The Chick Class Hunter is Being Filial
Chapter 123

These days, Serhi wasn’t interested in anything besides studying for his entrance exams.

He only went between home and work, and the only people he talked to were Gidan and Guru, the few he was close with.

Is the quest not progressing because Serhi still hasn’t opened his heart?

Or maybe Gidan and Guru were both still too young to be considered proper support.

Might take muji-muji long...

Just then, Nayun, sharing tanghulu with Romi, asked:

“Right, Guru, where did you say Dani’s class is running their café?”

“Uuum...”

Guru pictured the map in her head and looked around the school grounds.

Then she pointed to the side of the towering clock tower.

“Ovuh dere!”

“There?”

“Huh?”

Romi frowned, lowering her sunglasses slightly.

Guru understood why Romi reacted like that.

“They’re running a café... way over on that deserted island?”

No matter how you looked at it, that place was literally the farthest corner possible. The worst location for a café.

****

Gidan covered his mouth, staring at the mountain of ingredients.

“So... all this...?”

“Yup...”

“Fuck. We really have to sell all this?!”

“Uh-huh... they said someone added an extra zero to the order...”

“And since it’s fruit, we can’t return it.”

The classmates around Gidan started explaining their situation with gloomy faces.

Class 1-S had decided to go with the safest option for the school festival: a class-run café.

But they’d agreed to skip coffee and prepare something different—fruit bingsu.

Class S was full of top-tier Awakened students, and if it was about ice, any magic Awakened could whip that up easily!

But lacking any real experience with festival prep, they had seriously screwed up.

“Dani...”

“Gidan...”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Gidan, full of desperate hope.

Gidan looked away, eyes clouding over.

“You’re all we got.”

“You’re the face of our class. No one’s coming to our café without you.”

Gidan backed away like a zombie, trying to escape their creeping approach.

“Wait... guys, come on. We agreed not to do this. You remember, right?”

“Gidan, don’t tell me... betrayal?”

The class president stepped forward.

“We covered for your attendance so many times... and now you’re throwing away your faithful, supportive family? Got it.”

Gidan barely suppressed the gag reflex at the word “supportive family” and grabbed the class president’s shoulder, spinning him around.

“Throw away?! Who’s throwing who away? Why you saying creepy shit like that?”

“Dani babe, these are our precious fresh babies. You’re gonna help take responsibility, right?”

The president pointed at the fruits.

“Babe, they’re our babies, yeah? Though... sure looks like there’s more than one dad...”

“You doubting our love? Wanna stop covering your attendance?”

Gidan swallowed dryly.

“...Not doubting, but... who’s even gonna come all the way out here?”

It was a massive campus, and this place was in the deepest corner. No one had a reason to trek out here.

But their class president, master of rigged raffles, had proudly drawn this remote corner for their class event and now declared:

“That’s your job—to make them come.”

Fucking class president, Gidan held back the curses rising to his throat.

That’s when a classmate burst in, panting.

“Outside... crazy... so fucking hot...”

No further explanation needed. Every single member of Class S bolted outside.

At the roughly set-up tables draped in white cloth, two girls with heart-shaped sunglasses and one baby with star-shaped sunglasses were huddled together.

Nayun lowered her sunglasses slightly, looking at Gidan.

“Aren’t you taking orders? This café open or what?”

A smile crept onto Gidan’s face.

“Nayun noona? Guru?”

“Hewwooo—!”

“Tadaaa!”

Nayun and Guru waved brightly.

****

“What?”

After hearing the situation, Nayun and Guru both gasped at the mountain of fruit.

They gotta sell all that?

Impossible. Guru, regrettably, thought it was impossible.

They didn’t even have a single customer now—the result was obvious.

“Eung, Dani Oppaw was s’pposed to show Gwuu ‘round da school...”

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll give you the full tour next time.”

“Dani, but... you really think you can sell all this?”

“Gotta try, right?”

All for those attendance cover-ups. Gidan handed over a black apron, forcing a weak smile.

Dani Oppaw’s already becomin’ a zombie...!

He hadn’t even started, and his face already looked dead.

Just then, a classmate hung a promotional sign for the 1-S café around Gidan’s neck.

“Have fun, alright?”

Just like the last time they roped him into promo work, Gidan ruffled Guru’s hair, worry plain on his face.

Gwuu wanna hewp!

As if answering that determination, a system window popped up.

Ding!

[Emergency! Caregiver in Danger Detected!]

[Beginner business mistake: overordering ingredients has left bankruptcy imminent. Overcome this crisis with your Caregiver!]

[Reward: 500 Filial Piety Points]

Okay!

Guru threw her fists in the air.

“Gwuu hewp wif da café!”

Nayun bent down toward her.

“Guru... even if you help, I don’t think we can sell all this. You sure you’re okay with that?”

At Nayun’s savage truth bomb, Gidan closed his eyes, nodding solemnly.

“Dani, should I just buy it all for you?”

“C’mon, no way. We’ll sell it. Maybe...”

“Oppaw, Gwuu can buy it too!”

Gwuu’s woaded!

“Please, I’m not gonna swindle money from a baby.”

“Swindle? Gwuu?!”

Meanwhile, Romi had been quietly watching their back-and-forth, narrowing her eyes. Looked like actually enjoying the festival was out the window now.

“Hey, Jjang Nayun. Come here a sec.”

“Huh?”

Nayun trotted over, and Romi slung an arm around her shoulders, snapping a selfie with her phone.

As she uploaded the photo to her socials, Romi announced:

“Listen up. Cafés? It’s all about marketing and vibes.”

Spinning Nayun around beside her, Romi faced the 1-S students.

“Anyone here active on the school community apps? Grab some pics. Post about us being here—it’ll boost your café.”

Several students, faces lighting up, snapped photos.

Romi oversaw the captions they were writing.

“Don’t post about the menu—write that Romi looks prettier in person... yeah, like that. Nice job.”

She patted a blushing class president on the back.

“Me and Jjang Nayun’ll handle serving. Just give us two aprons. And Hunter Dani... and the baby...”

Romi eyed the sign hanging around Gidan’s neck, then swiped it off and slung it around Guru.

What had covered Gidan’s torso now hung on Guru, covering her from neck to ankles.

Muji-muji long...

The sign draped down to her legs, making Guru waddle awkwardly as she spun around.

With only her head and little arms poking out of the square, gasps and squeals erupted all around.

“Seriously adorable.”

“So cute!”

“Hey, baby, look over here!”

Click, click! Phones snapped from every direction.

Heehee, Guru smiled, flashing a peace sign.

Romi chuckled, snapping a few photos of her own, then crouched to Guru’s eye level and gestured.

“With the duck grabber... got it?”

“Nyeh!”

Eyes sparkling, Guru nodded hard.

“Alright, then.”

Romi patted Gidan on the back.

“Go promote with her.”

****

Ham Honggi yawned, watching the crowd of girls rushing off toward where Gidan was rumored to be.

If it weren’t for mandatory attendance, he never would’ve come to this lame festival.

His compulsive need to keep a clean attendance record was his only weakness.

His eyes drifted toward where the girls had gone.

Didn’t they all run off to see Gidan?

But for some reason, Gidan was just standing awkwardly to the side.

The crowd instead was huddled around a tiny figure, snapping °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° photos and chatting.

What the hell’s that?

Ham Honggi craned his neck, and a small head poked out from between people, then vanished.

Hold on.

...That tiny head...?

Platinum blond, almost beige hair.

For a second, pale coral-colored eyes peeked out. Big, round eyes widened as they spotted Ham Honggi.

Shit.

Act like you didn’t see her!

He whipped around, turning his back.

But then...

Waddle, waddle.

What the hell...

Waddle, waddle...

Ham Honggi quickened his pace, but the waddling four-year-old kept trailing behind him.

Why, why is she following me!