国产丝袜在线精品丝袜

Chapter 91



Yuri Kim sent text messages this morning.

[Yuri Kim] From the looks of the general bulletin board, I think people from the art department, oriental painting activity group, and your fans will come and see you……

[Yuri Kim] Let’s go to school with all our classmates in case too many people come!

[Yuri Kim] I’m really sorry, Green  I should’ve been more careful…… because of me you got mean comments and made coming to school difficult for you……

Yesterday, the class president, Yuri Kim, posted on the general bulletin board of the Eun-kwang High web community about Teacher’s day.

Green Min got involved in a keyboard battle of the comments in that post.

‘It’s not Yuri’s fault. There are so many weirdos on the internet.’

When Green Min was an active artist, there were human garbages who nitpicked her on the most outrageous things.

This time, it was about how Green Min plagiarized herself, so it wasn’t much of a problem.

Green Min replied that it was fine.

[Yuri Kim] Still sorry tho…… I’ll take bagel chips and maple milk tea as an apology tomorrow. Let’s eat with the others!

[Yuri Kim] Then see you in front of the main gate 〉▽〈♡

Turning off the hologram, Green prepared to go to school.

She wore AR glasses on a hooded jumper.

Then shoes that can handle Green Min’s psychic and physical abilities.

Green Min, fully prepared, inhaled deeply and opened her front door.

However, someone was standing there.

“Oh my god!”

In front of the startled Green Min stood a tall figure with dark bags under his eyes, Dae-seok Song.

“Since when have you been there? What’s going on?”

Dae-seok Song did not answer.

Green Min and Dae-seok Song were friends even before kindergarten.

Even without his answer, Green could see why Dae-seok came.

‘He’s seeing me off.’

Dae-seok, who doesn’t even come out of his room most of the time, came here for her.

He was smiling, his face pale from the lack of sunlight.

Green asked hesitantly.

“Don’t you want to go to school with me? The kids in our class are all nice. Our homeroom teacher is Mr. Geun-hyung Ham.”

Dae-seok shook his head.

Green’s shoulders drooped as she saw his reaction.

Green thought that if she built up the courage and went to school first, he would be able to come with her.

‘I guess it’s something I can’t fix……’

Green forced her voice into a cheery one.

“I’m going to come home after the core courses in the morning, the one I have with our classmates only. I’ll go to your house in the afternoon.”

“All right.”

Dae-seok said, in a hoarse voice.

Today, Dae-seok will probably be watching satellite observation data alone -again- in his room.

Just like art took Green Min’s heart, Dae-seok Song was obsessed with the player’s satellite.

Thinking of Song Dae-seok’s back when he watches the monitor in the darkroom, Min Green felt like crying.

“See you soon.”

“Come back home safe.”

After parting ways with Dae-seok, Green chose a route with minimum people and began running.

As she was running, her head was filled with worries about her childhood friend.

*    *    *

Monday morning.

The day after the review writing of the first-grade class 0’s Teacher’s day and the comments exploded with artist Green Min’s art.

Yuri Kim suggested that we gather at the front gate and move together just in case, and all of the children in the class agreed.

Normally, I moved directly from the dorm area to the grade 1 building, but today I headed towards the front door.

‘I came too early.’

In front of the clock tower at the front gate of Eun-kwang high.

The clock showed me there was too much time left.

I should do something while waiting.

‘Let’s write a complaint against Tanrae Middle School.’

Tanrae Middle School was badly underdeveloped.

The teachers and parents’ association treated Hyodon Maeng, who had a great award records, and his third-grade teacher horribly.

It seemed objectively suspicious, and in addition to that, subjectively my personal feelings were strongly against them.

In the game, It was often described what Hyodon had gone through in junior high school.

The game gave us a bucket load of shit that way, but as it was a nationally effed-up game, it didn’t give any solutions.

‘Let’s do it thoroughly.’

I opened the bulletin board of the financial disclosure of the Ministry of Education website.

I was checking the appropriations statement of the main budget, the additional state budget, and the closing statement of Tanrae middle school and writing a complaint.

Thud, thud.

With lifeless footsteps, a swarm of zombies appeared near Cheonik mountain.

‘What the hell is that!’

I squinted to get a better look, and I noticed that the zombies were wearing school uniforms or gym suits.

The clothes were school uniforms, but their face was dusty, and they looked bad, like a beggar, a rouge, or a zombie.

Their nameplate color indicated that they were third graders.

I heard students buzzing about.

“I think they’re third-year seniors.”

“OMG, why are they dressed like beggars?”

“……That’s third-grade class 0.”

“The madmen who threw the gauntlet at their homeroom teacher?”

About twenty students of third-grade class 0 walked lifelessly under the stare of the students.

They stood in front of the main gate’s clock tower.

“What’s up with them on a Monday?”

“Why are you filming that?”

“I felt like I had to record it.”

“What? What is that?”

The student who looked the most shitty came out to the front.

That person- no, zombie- used an item card.

Zooooom-!

The item used by the zombie king was a psychic flare fired up into the sky.

The zombie king who shot that made psychic waves and molded the flare lights into letters.

I was surprised by the sophisticated control of the wave, but the finished letters were just absurd.

[We] 3rd Grade Class 0 Defeated [Surrender]

What they did was a declaration of surrender in front of the main gate clock tower.

‘They wanted to surrender LIKE THAT?’

By the looks on their faces, none of them liked this.

And yet it was amazing to declare surrender in such a striking way.

They really lived up to their nickname, the #1 troublemakers of Eun-kwang High, third-grade class 0.

“Hi Ui-shin! Wow, Ms. Yeon-hwa Lim won.”

“Hello! I saw the flare during my flight, so I came in a hurry.”

“Vice-prez, you’re early today.”

While being preoccupied with the insaneness of third-grade class 0, my classmates arrived one by one.

“What are those seniors doing?”

“Let’s see the general bulletin.”

We saw the post with pictures that said “Mid-surrender review” written by third-grade class 0.

[Teacher’s Day celebration, 3rd grade class 0 vs Lim Yeon-hwa teacher revival match]

[Competition: Paintball Game]

[Location: Some designated areas in Cheonik mountain]

“Paintball game?”

“It’s a game where you shoot paint bullets at each other. It’s also a known survival game. There are a variety of individual rules, but usually, if you get hit with paint on critical spots, you’re out.”

“For them, it looks like just getting paint somewhere on you means you’re out. Their weapon wasn’t limited to a gun.”

“If you don’t have the skills or Gwanglim to use, the gun seems to be the most comfortable choice of weapon······.”

They said to have made a barrier away from the walking areas of the mountain.

In it, they played a game of survival and paintball.

“Did Ms. Lim eliminate all the seniors in that class on her own? Unbelievable.”

“They didn’t even use card items? How did they fight in there, for 4 days, from Friday till Monday morning?”

There were also photos here and there.

It seemed that the third-grade class 0 wanted to record the moment of victory and had placed recording devices all over the field in advance.

However, only moments of humiliation and defeat were captured on the recording device.

“……Wow.”

“This teacher teaches the Understanding of Original clans, right? Wow, I just…… wow.”

Among the numerous photos, the best were:

0 class students walking around on their toes.

Behind them was Ms. Lim with camouflage cream on her face, hanging upside-down on a tree, barefooted.

Holding a knife with paint on the blade between her lips, she was quietly observing her soon-to-be-prey students.

‘Did she use a knife to stay silent, since paint guns make noise?’

Anyways, Yeon-hwa Lim hunted all the class 0 students by herself.

The class president, or zombie king, stood up against her a little longer, but he failed on the 1-on-1 duel.

‘By the way, the mid-surrender reviews? So, there is the final surrender? I mean, reviews on surrender doesn’t make sense in the first place.’

What’s coming up on the final surrender?

“Uh, there’s another post coming up.”

“It’s Ms. Lim’s review?”

Looking at other posts on the bulletin board, there was a post that featured an SNS post from Yeon-hwa Lim’s SNS.

[That was a fun event with my kids LOL

Get me a carnation as promised!

Cute things~^0^ LOL

#teachersdayreview #thatsallyougot #really #youguys #cantbeatme #butproudofyou]

Yeon-hwa Lim took a selfie with the surrender declaration of the 3rd-grade class 0, wherever she was now.

Unlike those who became zombies, Yeon-hwa Lim looked very fine.

I couldn’t believe she played a one-on-one survival game in a wild mountain for three nights and four days.

‘And I can’t believe that in the eyes of Yeon-hwa Lim, those guys look cute.’

The craziness of the teacher who dominated class 0 all by herself was on another level.

Then another unexpected happening broke out.

“That looks fun.”

“Right? 0 class seniors are really fun!”

I don’t know what Han-yi and Lenna Lee are talking about.

“I think it’ll be fun, too!”

“Uh…… can our class do it too?”

Se-eum Sawol and Hyodon Maeng said nonsense.

Behind them, Jiho Hwang’s eyes twinkled dangerously.

“They’re so cool. I want us to play survival paintball……”

“Green Min’s here.”

I stopped Yuri, who was a woman of action before she said something that was irreversible.

Fortunately, there really was Green Min running through the shadow, avoiding people’s eyes from the other side.

Thanks to this, the topic changed.

‘But if the kids in our class want to do it, I’ll do it.’

My playable and non-playable characters wanted to.

I did change the subject, but if someone says it again, I’ll start planning.

With the 2nd-grade class 0’s uniform picnic last time, I realized that we were indeed class 0.

“Huh? No one’s here.”

“They made that much of a scene. Strange.”

The door to our classroom.

It was quiet, as usual.

It was only yesterday when the art-related clubs and Green Min’s fans made a scene in the comments.

“You’re here.”

As the eight of us entered the building, Mr. Geun-hyung Ham greeted us.

He must’ve seen the post and got rid of all the students.

His face was extra scary today.

Most people will take off at one look at his face.

“Hello! You took care of them…… Thank you!”

“Th, thank you……”

Yuri spoke cheerfully, and Green, who was hiding among us, also thanked him.

Geun-hyung, looking at the eight of us, asked a question.

“You guys went to fetch Green Min?”

“Yes! Because of the post yesterday.”

“……I see.”

Geun-hyung Ham was wearing a stricter face than usual to scare out Green Mins toxic fans.

That face turned softer into a gentle one in an instant.

“Mr. Ham, I brought black tea and cookies. Come eat with us!”

Geun-hyung nodded as Yuri lifted up her bag full of treats and smiled.

First-grade class 0 had their morning tea time then and there.

*    *    *

After finishing the newspaper club activities.

I put the school device in my locker and went to the off-limits area.

‘My student will show progress today.’

Jun-yeoul Yeom was struggling because he couldn’t master “swallowing psychic power.”

But he had enough rest and did a lot of image training, so he’ll be better than last time.

I sat on the desk of the old teacher’s room and waited for Jun-yeoul.

Ding Dong.

A message came to my synchronized device.

It was from the club leader.

[Emergency meeting, all newspaper club members who can come within 5 minutes come to the club room immediately.]

Did something happen to the club?

I was worried, but I couldn’t dump my playable character, my student, and go there.

Jiho Hwang is a member, so if anything happens, he’ll take care of it.

“Mentor! I’m sorry I’m late!”

As soon as I turned off the hologram, Jun-yeoul appeared.

Joon-yeoul did not make excuses, but I heard that Jin-seung Ma had picked a fight on him.

“I didn’t wait a long time, so it’s okay. I heard you’re busy working for the Student Council. Am I taking your time?”

“No, I’m working hard in the student council! Don’t say you’ll reduce class time.”

Jun-yeoul said, slightly panicking at my words.

He seemed to be worried that I’ll reduce our class time.

As if he wanted to change the topic of the conversation, he pulled a transparent box from his pocket and held it out.

“It’s a little late, but it’s a carnation! I made it with my flame.”

In a box half the size of a palm, a carnation-shaped flame was frozen in it.

On parent’s day, I got carnations from the three siblings, and now, from Jun-yeoul.

Something tickled in my heart.

“Thank you. But let’s take our lesson lightly today.”

“What……?”

Jun-yeoul seemed disappointed, but I did not intend to withdraw my words.

“You’re going to a chess tournament this week.”

Depending on the outcome of the battle, Jun-yeoul will meet me as a rival.


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