Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

Another new title of mine is,

red-walled lumps.

This is because during the fantasy auction, the Fire Wall and Red Wall gathered people and swept away illegal items from the auction.

A reporter who looked closely at the wall of fire gave me that title.

The public was fortunately buried because they had noticed a history of misfortune overflowing with waves and waves.

The problem was solved afterwards.

It was when I anonymously threw national treasures into the National Museum.

Cultural treasures found only by name in the book of fantasy auctions.

When it came back, my work came to an article, as the Cultural Bureau told the media.

With the title Red Wall Necromancer.

[Fantasy Gate Break, Red Wall Mass, Return Cultural Property]

['Thank you' to the Cultural Treasury Agency for the good conduct of the ceremonial red wall that exposed the fantasy auction]

Since then, my title has been completely hardened by the Red Wall gangrene.

The stranger got hot.

Red Wall.

What a freak!

[Title] Two-Dimensional Future Modifier, Anonymous Supernova, Red Wall Syndrome

I checked my status window and I added a red wall gangrene to the title section.

Of course, I am the only one who knows that God is the Red Wall gangster.

But I couldn't help but feel embarrassed and my hands and feet and my space-time ograde.

It was a few days after I was humiliated.

After all, the parade fell with those who should not be touched.

Related articles floated on the news portal site main.

[Fantasy Auction Participants, 'Crimson Dragon Flamingo Fever, There Was a Flamingo Fever', 'Red Wall Mass'?]

[Red Cliff Transformation, 'Investigate Red Cliff Red Dragon Flamingo Fever', I am a victim of arson, property grabbing, robbery, injury, assault]

The Flaming Flame is the only son of the 'Lord of Flame Flaming Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame Flame'.

He was also a star player loved by countless fans.

Attacking a loved one is like throwing that love on the ground and fighting.

'There's no way the parade understands that.'

I opened the comment window for the article.

Thousands of comments were already being made by fans who saw the name of the Fever.

[Suddenly Atmospheric Cold]

[I am a member of the Red Lion team. The parade told me that the Red Lion kept blowing Lovecall in, but I felt bad about it. This time the Red Wall freak is using irrelevant abilities, so let's die together.]

[I had a live dragon show at the Air Hotel that day. There's over 100,000 people watching it in real time.

[Our Red Dragon became famous. If you see these criminals clinging to each other;]

[Sighs] Don't be sick. Don't get sick and die.]

There were numerous witnesses with complete alibis and a clear identity, so the argument of the parade didn't work.

Team members of the Red Lion and the Fever were very unpleasant about this, so they gathered reporters and interviewed them in person.

At the end of the interview, the fever was furious enough to repeat the comment that the revolving circle wanted to be strongly punished.

Although the Red Lion dealt with it and the police ignored the words of the revolt, the anger of the fans of the Flame Fever did not cool down easily.

'The parade must be crazy and delirious.'

From the point of view of the parade and its parties, I have seen myself as a madman, a visionary and a turn-off.

One provocation on that day suddenly turned around in a parade, and every word I said to the end, I saw a red dragon, and I fell down with a fever.

It is argued that the same wilderness does not exist, and the same wilderness is impossible to copy, so there was a red dragon, so the fever was there.

'No recorder of any type was available at the Convention Center, so there was no record left.'

The turnaround was able to conceal the identity thanks to the use of a large-scale power, device control tool.

The pictures in the newspaper were also related to the Red Wall, which was a collection of red walls and walls that surrounded the Convention Hall taken from afar to ascend into the sky.

In the end, the words of the revolt seemed like a mere plot, a ghostly operation to drag the fever into the mud.

The revolt did not reflect a bit on the crimes he had committed and opened his mouth.

During the hallucination auction, there were many audacious people who claimed to be victims everywhere, saying they had seen a fever in addition to a parade.

In the end, Pandam, who was furious with the pole, stepped into action.

The result is a fantasy list.

It was a list of fans of the fantasy auction who mobilized all their information and editorial skills.

They have updated the list of fantasies in all communities around overseas fans, saying that they should file a complaint.

High-quality portraits.

Evil, Evidence, and Statue of those who participated in the fantasy auction.

A list of fantasies that thoroughly summarizes the progress of the investigation.

Since the list of hallucinations was unveiled.

Hundreds of people were surveyed, and some of those who were buried and lucky left their names on the fantasy list.

Those on the fantasy list are called defamation by biting the bubble.

Then it was impossible to bury the information on the web once.

Later, on the main search portal site, the fantasy list turned into an unsearchable keyword.

However, only consonant or metaphorically changed search keywords could be found in the fantasy list.

Thorough backups and quick uploads of the fantasy list also included rumors that a fierce team of red lions was secretly reaching out.

Eventually, the fantasy list became a public secret list for everyone to see.

I read the articles and comments and decided I should take what turned into a fever in Guangzhou to the grave.

* * *

Before the renovation, I decided to go to eat dinner shot by Yooseong-hoon.

Airhotel Snow and Air Winter Special Buffet.

A limited time dinner course to celebrate the birthday of the famous French patichette player.

The three of us pondered over the menu and the quantity.

Considering the amount, it was the pressing of the buffet.

However, it was Jang Nam Wook's opinion that we should choose a dinner course to familiarize ourselves with the table manners in preparation for the upcoming official event.

This petty thought is over easily.

It was because Yooseong Hee heard it and concluded with a pathetic face, 'Go both ways.'

Yoo Sang-hoon's parents told me that if I wanted to, I would buy food every week.

Since Jang Nam Wook joined the high school dormitory, he decided to go to a limited dinner course on Saturday and a hotel buffet during the day on Sunday.

And Saturday.

I met Jan Nam Wook in the morning.

Zhang Nam Wook's hair was very short according to the two-foot provisions of the Military Academy Doctrine.

"What's wrong with your head?"

"· · · doctrine."

Zhang Nam Wook avoided the gaze and said in Yooseong-hoon's friendly greeting.

"Soldier's head. '

I was the same hairstyle I did a few years ago.

Jang Nam Wook, who is not an adult yet, is not a soldier, but the doctrine is not so different from the military school where adults attend, so he couldn't avoid it.

We also bought the dress code for the French restaurant and the suits we needed to attend the official event in the future.

After receiving the ready-made clothes recommended by the department store staff, it was time to book and we went back to the restaurant in our suits.

That's how the restaurant arrived.

Following the instructions of the waiter, take a seat.

"Jang Nam Wook, congratulations on passing the second half of the Player Military Academy."

I said congratulations on returning to the time of death.

Jang Nam Wook was a trembling face, as if he didn't know how to be celebrated.

"How did you know? Thank you, God."

Yoohyun, who was unfolding the napkin, said with a surprised face.

"Was it you?"

Zhang Nam Wook kept his mouth shut about this subject, which he always talked about.

'You probably wouldn't have known Yoohyun if I hadn't told you.'

I holographically floated an article scraped on a wearable device.

The article also included a photo of Jang Nam Wook and an unknown face.

"I accidentally saw a senior and vice president interview at the Player Military Academy. I can't get a picture of Jang Nam Wook."

"It's the same. It's ugly as usual."

Yooseong Hun giggled as he compared the real picture of Jang Nam Wook sitting in front of him.

Jang Nam Wook was very hard because he was overly nervous and compared to the natural and relaxed attitude of the senior sitting next to him.

"Anyway, congratulations. Who's the chief?"

Yoohyun, who was making fun of the photograph, also greeted him late and scrapped the article from Jang Nam Wook on his device.

Zhang Nam Wook was embarrassed and watched.

"Thanks for the congratulations anyway. It's like a one-room dorm room with a chief and two people, which is unusual."

When I heard about the chief, Jang Nam Wook made a complex face.

Is it unusual?

I'm a little curious.

However, asking too much detail about someone who is not here does not seem polite, so I decided to turn my back.

It was not difficult to change the topic because the first menu of the course came out at the end.

"Did you even start training in the dormitory?"

"Uh, Military Command High School is a little faster than anywhere else. It's hard, but the day is rewarding."

Yooseong-hun also showed more interest in the dormitory than the chief.

"How's the dorm?"

"· · · Ventilation and cleaning make me feel quicky."

I know.

It might be a little different from the military school dormitory, but the air in that living room.

Cleaning and ventilating the dust will not disappear the quickness.

I'm just waiting to get used to it.

"If you don't like it, come back with a silver ad."

Yooseong-hoon is still a fool.

"· · · Done. It was my choice. Even if I go the other way later, I will be responsible for my choice until I graduate from high school."

In Zhang Nam Wook's reply, Yoo Sanghun took a spoon of amuse bushes with a sore face.

Jang Nam Wook starts nagging to keep the table manners.

I was talking to these guys, and it was like I was dreaming about January 1.

I don't dream.

We talked about high school life in the future.

Then came the story of Fantasy Gate, the best hot potato in the world.

Of course, the Red Wall Necromancer was also on the topic, so I had to struggle for a long time to reach out to Ogred.

'Why is the reporter named Red Wall Necromancer?'

It's just a weird, unidentified person, that's all.

By the time Antre came out, Yooseong-hoon asked me.

"Choosing God, how many halves are you? I'm one and a half."

Half the assignments are notified in advance.

I was close to Yoohyun.

"I'm 0 and a half."

I saw a notice that flew on a wearable device and zero return was determined as a result of the director's transaction.

It's sunny.

Tuck.

I heard the sound of the dishes dropping.

Yooseong-hoon also dropped the tablecloth of the eldest son who was so loud that he asked Yooseong-hoon to keep the table manners.

What's wrong with him?

I humbled my head, but Jang Nam Wook and Yoo Sanghun were just opening their mouths with a horrible face.

"Are you with me?"

"Repent, Lord."

What did he say?

I guess the zero-class was more notorious than I thought.

I was moderately clumsy and enjoyed the rest of the course cooking.

They were worried about me even when I was dissolved.

About two months until the opening of the silver ad.

I ignored all events such as middle school classes and graduation ceremonies.

The middle-school teacher called a few times, but it was still hard to get a hand job. "

Not long until the opening of the silver ads.

There was no time to invest in the schedule of middle schools.

It was necessary to have all the necessary pieces before the opening.

I researched the world, bought the items I needed, trained my fitness, and prepared for the conversion of silver ads.

And March 2nd.

It became an admission.