HE RETURNED AS A HIGH SCHOOL GIRL (PART ll)

Chapter 248: Fierce Attack (3)

There were five days left until voting day. Kim Han-Gyo, who had come to a market with his campaign personnel for canvassing, felt something was off. The market vendors who had always waved at him whenever they saw him were treating him rather coldly today, and some were blatantly avoiding eye contact with him.

The reporters who had followed him focused their cameras on the market vendors’ reactions. It was very bad for Han-Gyo if this went on. He spoke to save face as well as to reverse the situation.

“The vendors must be so busy that they can’t afford to give me any attention. Hahaha!”

Han-Gyo’s laugh had never sounded so awkward and embarrassing in his entire life. He had been a star ever since entering the world of politics, and had lived his life while being showered by the public’s support and cheers. However, all of this had suddenly changed.

The faces of a husband and wife who owned a rice soup restaurant instantly turned foul the moment Han-Gyo entered the restaurant.

The husband gestured to Han-Gyo while wearing gloves and said, “We’re not open, so get out.”

“I’m sorry? You’re not open?”

It was a bare-faced lie; there were already five customers occupying two tables. It was not like there were no tables available either. The reporters quickly snapped photos of Han-Gyo, who was on the verge of being chased out by the rice soup restaurant owner.

Han-Gyo laughed awkwardly and said, “Haha... Sir, please don’t be like that and sell me a rice soup as well.”

“Rice soup? Why? Are you cosplaying as the working class after all that you’ve done? Fucking hell, I wake up before dawn and work my ass off to pay for my son’s college tuition, but what gives you the right to take hundreds of millions of won from those colleges? Huh? And I heard your son managed to get a scholarship without even taking a single damn exam!”

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Han-Gyo had no choice but to stay silent as he was barraged with the working class father’s sorrow and rage. Congresswoman Hong Oh-Yeon had also brought forward the injustices related to his son Kim Chi-Yeol. They were not simply allegations either; she had also provided surefire proof, so the public had taken it as a genuine fact.

“Get out of my restaurant before I throw salt at you!”

Han-Gyo unconsciously took a few steps back after seeing the husband actually bringing a bucket of salt.

“Th-The owner must be in a bad mood today. I-I’ll come again next time.”

Han-Gyo was receiving cold glares even after coming out into the market alley. His current reputation was far too bad to pacify the people. He had never expected the atmosphere to be this sour.

Han-Gyo smiled as if everything was alright and said to the reporters, “The vendors must be having a bad day. The atmosphere here is quite gloomy. At times like this, we all need to come together and vote for someone who can bring the working class economy back to life—”

Passersby exclaimed while Han-Gyo was talking, “You’re tripping if you actually think that someone is you!”

“Mind your own goddamn business! I’d rather die than vote for you, so stop wasting your time here and go home!”

“I heard you’d even kidnapped and threatened a reporter who defamed you!”

“You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing! You demon!”

“Hong Oh-Yeon is far better!”

“Everyone, let’s vote for candidate Hong Oh-Yeon!”

Han-Gyo could tell that the minds of the people were shifting more toward Oh-Yeon than himself. He suppressed his gloomy expression with all his might and quickly left the scene as if being chased by something, along with the personnel who had come along to help in his campaign.