* * *
Silver Advertising Residential Area.
First grade dormitory, 10th floor, one of the dormitories.
The owner of that room turned over the blanket and trembled.
Red stains, black stains, dark red stains, stains.
The dark red stain began to dominate her daily life.
'Why, why!'
At first, I simply thought there was a problem with eye health.
She had all the tests she could get.
Precision vision, visual inspection, ophthalmic pressure measurement, abnormal angle examination, anthrax imaging, corneal superposition tomography, etc.
Initially in the Central District nursing home, the second in Seoul's most famous ophthalmologist, and the third in a university hospital.
But all three are judged normal.
'Now it's not just the eyes, it's the ears. · · ·'
I started hearing tinnitus when I wore an earring type device.
The small tinnitus that touched the nerve was at some point getting bigger and harder to bear.
I thought it was just a device problem. I applied for a replacement.
When you receive a new device.
[Hahaha, haha! Huff! Queek, huff, huhahahahaha!]
Strange laughter heard on the device the moment it was worn.
Throw the device away without screaming and put it in the desk drawer and never open it again.
Fortunately, there were many students who stayed away from devices with entertainment features during the trial period, so it was not unusual to wear earrings.
'Maybe he's possessed by a fantasy energiser.'
I thought so, but I didn't lose my mouth.
Fantasy Enemies break through the Silver Ad Protection Shield and take over the spirit of Korea's top elite player?
That's ridiculous.
It was more convincing to say that he was crazy.
'No! You'll be treated as a psychopath. I don't · · ·.'
I've been thinking about my parents more often lately.
The last time I saw a commemorative photo of the Grand Chamber merchant at the admission ceremony, I didn't see my parents' faces.
Having enjoyed the Silver Advertising life I had dreamed of, I recently lost touch with the device.
'Let's just listen to your mother's voice and hang up! Hold on, hold on.'
I turned over the blanket and walked out of bed.
One step, one step.
I approached my desk.
And when I opened the desk drawer.
"Argh!"
It was blood.
Inside the desk drawer was full of red blood.
All the contents inside were submerged in blood.
And the blood is getting bigger and bigger and flowing out of the desk drawer.
Knock, knock.
"I'm Dyne."
The room next to the dorm, Andaine.
Sitting next door in the dormitory orientation, Andaine with a room assigned close by.
I'm not as friendly as Kim Yuri, but I've become quite close to myself.
'Dyne!'
I opened the door heavily.
"I heard a loud voice. You got a bug?"
Andine's hand contained three types of insect repellent spray.
The thorough security of prestigious manuscripts and the care of the barricades also prevented the flying bugs from coming on Mount Cheonak, so the spray was a dormitory essential.
"· · · No."
I got something scarier than a bug.
Looking back, I saw a room that had returned to normal in between.
I didn't see any dark red stains in one corner of the field of vision.
Nothing unusual happened when I was next to Andine, the perfect superstar, who is considered to be the best student ever.
"What happened at the textbook editorial? You said it was hard before."
"No, it's okay."
"You look exhausted. Do you want to go to a good room?"
"It's okay."
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"It's okay!"
I screamed without even knowing it.
I was so overwhelmed lately that I jumped like crazy.
I was relieved that Andane was here, but why did she yell?
I immediately regretted it, but it was impossible to pick up what I had already spit.
"· · · Dyne, I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I'm sorry I asked. Then rest."
Andaine replied softly.
I was angry with Andaine, who ran because she was worried about who she saw.
I felt like I was a piece of shit.
Sweet.
Andaine's out of the room.
The door is closing.
The dark red stain covered my eyes again.
* * *
At the end of the 12th Alliance Talks, we'll be back in the week.
Monday.
The midterm starts next Wednesday.
In other words, the midterm is about ten days away.
'The diligent children would have been studying in advance.'
There were silver commercials and military high school first-year-olds who played basketball last Saturday.
Normally, it is normal to prepare for a midterm from two to three weeks ago.
'You're suspended from today.'
The Department of Broadcasting also reserves all classes and is on vacation.
"I'm an idiot. I'm a moron, a nasty moron."
"3.14159265358979323846264338327950 · · ·. Ha, why do you memorize the first degree that has nothing to do with the exam?"
"I don't have a language subject of my choice, but I memorized the tune last night. It's Jon Jam. He's got Gibber's favorite bottle. You taste the side of the Nier Room."
"Stop it, you lunatics!"
The boarding school was already overflowing with stressful students.
Silver commercials that value freedom.
That freedom, which is not even reflected in your attendance rate, will be the highest in the country.
'Freedom always comes at a price.'
As prestigious as the best, the regular test of silver advertising was notorious for its evil and vicious difficulties.
Regular exams are midterm and final exams for each semester.
It was a silver advertisement that could be graduated without having to go to school for three years, but four exams were required during the year to be promoted.
If I get a drawback, I wait for supplementary classes and additional exams, and if I don't score here, it's a paid confirmation.
'The mini-test you see in the middle of the class is not reflected in your body, so if you don't take the regular exam even if you are good, it will be over.'
In addition, students who were unable to attend school were able to take remote exams.
Dozens of anti-conditioning spells have to be worn to take the remote test, but not the head gear.
'In the game, the blind money was manipulated with scores that barely escaped the stigma. Disappeared death certificates were still paid and should have been in the first grade at the time of their rescue.'
The way you walk around thinking like that.
Cherry blossoms were blooming on the back road, but the students were dying.
Students checking memorization courses with devices on the go.
Those who mutter something like a flame.
I can feel the exam is running out of time.
'Still, the test atmosphere is the party recruitment board.'
Silver Advertising's Trial Period Notoriety, Study Party.
The party recruitment board, which was opened as a device, was flooded with all kinds of study party recruits.
[Autonomous hot spots. Net study time per day (including class time) is only 12 hours or more. Comprehensive bulletin board stuffed Gandha when studying time manipulation! (9/10)]
[PLAYER SPECIAL ACT II, TEST SCOPE All legal provisions Perfect memorial party. Morning Test Correct Answer Rate Less than 80% [Caledown (8/10)]
[ Grade 3 Only Ice Labyrinth Targeting Practice. Helps five wheels. One Deal, Surpot. (6/10)]
[ENERGY Introduction The teacher is good, but the exam is not good. Survival Party (4/10)]
[♫ Composition Department ♫] Let's study while listening to the songs we've made so far! If you keep the manners, you're not the composer. (8/10)]
[Convenient, Lifetime (Hell Fire) Flower Walk Only! A pot that is tightly squeezed to make the most of the wanted phenomenon (10/10)]
[Most convenient pod 2 (10/10)]
[Form3 (9/10)]
I want to try a few.
Especially the study party in the back.
I can't even go to the fun one-time subjugation party.
However, before the midterm, the choice had to be discreet, as time and resources were limited.
'Let's check out our half atmosphere and get into the study party.'
I didn't want to have a fallout in our class.
First grade 0th grade classroom.
As expected, the classroom atmosphere was darker than usual.
"What if I pay? · · ·."
Irena said with a frightened face and a neat handwritten note.
Kim Yuri stood by and encouraged Irena.
"I'll help you with overlapping subjects! I'm not a boarding student, so I can only watch when I'm in school.
You don't have to worry about him among men.
But first let's ask.
"Emperor Ho. How are you going to take the test?"
"I'll avoid the drawbacks."
You mean to put it down.
I'm glad I didn't try to destroy the mentors of the students in the silver commercial.
Excellent, Emperor Ho!
'I've missed my class for a month, so I'm going to have a lot of time to study, but you don't have to worry about the daffodils.'
The thing that worries me the most is blindness.
A muscle-brain character who is obsessed with his/her talent, stats, and openness skills, strength, and fitness at birth.
He was the one who was hardened by looking at the paper textbook.
"Heroes don't study."
Are you crazy?
Blind money was talking nonsense.
"Black writing, white paper · · ·."
I need to dry up before I cross the river where the blinding money can't come back.
March was rescued.
Maybe then I'll rewrite all the lessons, with a real focus.
I wouldn't have been able to do that.
"You only wrote 'Player's Combat Theory 1' this time? That's almost a practical move. Just memorize a few terms."
I couldn't talk anymore.
It was not the player's battle theory 1 concept that was held in the hands of the blind money.
"Is that a math book? Did you choose math?"
I hope I saw it wrong.
"So what does this look like, Deputy Chief?"
The math textbook that the blind money opened before my eyes.
Great, polynomial.
Subsection, operation of polynomial.
I saw the big writing and the incredibly clean textbooks and realized it.
'You're not even finished with the 1st class!'
The study party I'm going to is decided.
"One of the dormitories who will gather at night to study."
Blind money is compulsory participation.
After school.
Ji Ik Gyeong.
I saw people in the lobby who were assigning study rooms.
Seongxiwan, Chairman of Ji Ik, pretended to know me right away.
"Ah, you're awake! Five of the first-graders, all of the boarders, are in the study group, right?"
"Yes, did you get caught in the study room?"
"Yep! Kyungshine is in the study room of Ji Ik Gyeonggi University, 2nd floor, Room 210. Your password is set to 0000. Change your mind until the midterm is over."
Sung Siwan showed me the study room while looking at the hologram.
"Come on, first midterm. Hyodon, Seyim, Han, Lena. If you need anything, tell me right away."
"Here's a snack."
"I took care of my first-graders this year because they were so nice!"
An executive from the Ji Ik Association next to Sung Siwan handed out a box full of food.
Nuts, dried fruit, boiled eggs, confectionery with cacao, chocolate, low-fat yoghurt, soy milk · · ·.
There were tons of snacks that could be broken without harming health.
Hani, who can't use a dead man for the only thing, gets a cold box next to him.
"Thank you!"
As a necessity, I was greeted by Hahn, Irena, a dormitory student in my class, and they all moved to the study room together.
Study Room 210.
Dark wallpaper to relieve eye fatigue.
A generous table for 10 people to sit around.
Ergonomic chairs designed to keep you in the waist for extended periods of time.
Couch the size of a bed for one person in one corner.
It was a place for students to gather and study.
"Han, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, you can teach and study."
Han sat next to Irena and explained the concept step by step.
Descriptions that are orderly and penetrate the logic core even for listening.
'He is a disciple of the Public Hearing.'
The introduction to the aesthetics of public blueprints is a really great lesson, except for the poor test range.
"I'm not going to college, I'm going to be on a pro team or I'm going to be helping with my family business. It's not going to help because you don't choose math."
He was expressing his regrets.
What are you sorry about?
It's just that I've made a crazy choice. What's wrong with you?
"Is there a reason for choosing mathematics?"
"That's what happened."
I spit on the question of the overtime tax.
What are you doing?
I almost know that the blinding money came in as a special type, but there is no way that Hammeleon would recommend mathematics.
'But I'm the only one who can help.'
I'm about done studying my exams anyway.
Let's help with the new challenge of blind money.
"How far did you go in math? Honestly."
"· · · · factorization."
Uh, surprisingly.
That's the third part of the polynomial.
Is Section One over?
"When I was a junior high school student, the factorization was perfectly cooked."
Completely screwed.
You mean the factoring that you learn in the first semester of the third grade, not the factoring that you learn in the first semester.
* * *
In the course of the desperate struggle with money and mathematics, time was running out.
About a week before the midterm.
Parliamentary elections in the Republic of Korea, with general elections, became a court holiday.
Horses are a holiday. There's no way I can rest.
It's just that I have more days to teach without classes.
"Hahaha The memorization of the periodic table of chemical elements, which was a class paper yesterday, continues to turn around in your head. I didn't choose chemistry!"
Irena was making a desperate look.
He said that the amount of study he had to do because he missed a month of class was not enough.
"Last year, someone played a talent ban."
Proficiency Prohibition.
When you hear it, it won't be easily forgotten. It's a withdrawal song that lowers your concentration.
'· · · I don't know who he is, but I think he's in the second grade 0th grade now.'
Meanwhile, staring at the troubled house with the face of a lost soul was unresponsive.
Seeing his hands move sometimes, he seems to be alive.
I was the only one who looked like a person at the first grade 0 and a half boarding school meeting.
Han and I beat up the other kids and whipped them so they wouldn't get too long.
The five of us who've been together the whole holiday.
I'm happy to have dinner together and study late at night.
I checked the hologram while drinking the tea that I had taken care of to keep my eyes healthy.
'According to the story of the game, he was elected.'
Next to the name of the playable character I remember, the phrase 'definitely won' floated.
Exhibitors, too, are voting, but it would be nice to just be elected.
"Should I wake you up or should I get a blanket?"
Hani whistled.
Turning the hologram off and looking back, one Saien fell asleep and Irena fell asleep.
I looked at the textbooks that two people were cutting.
"Looking at the page, I don't think I finished what I was aiming for today. Let's wake him up a little."
"I'll get a blanket from the gymnasium. I woke up."
Han went out of the study room by killing his footsteps to avoid waking the two of them.
One stamina, the gangster, couldn't sleep and was fighting numbers and concepts and loneliness.
I don't know why I chose that thorn path.
"Why did you choose mathematics? I don't think I picked it because it's fun."
Returning to silver advertising in second grade, the blind money in the game did not choose mathematics.
There was no such trivial portrayal during the midterm.
Knock.
I heard the sharpness of the sharp pen, which was held by the blind money, smash.
"Because it's a teacher's subject."
He's not a math teacher.
"I wanted to learn it because it was mathematics."
It was a subject in charge of the third class of blind money.
In the game, he used to talk to Soo-hyuk sometimes.
I wouldn't have made it to the silver commercial without a third wall.
'What would have happened if the blind money hadn't come to the silver advertisement?'
I'm sure you're doing something dangerous with the floor.
There are no other player specialties that are as striking as the special type of silver ads.
There are no special bookshelves for players who can't afford to throw up their studies, and there are very few schools in the world that don't need this much tuition or tuition.
Blind money may have lived through the middle of a lifetime.
"I didn't have any puppies like you in middle school. The only teacher in that school, the only one who could call you a teacher, was mathematics."
Blind money didn't tell me the details.
Still, I had a guess about what happened.
"I thought what would happen if I started high school. These bastards here are fucking smart. Textbooks don't make a distinction between math and bullshit."
Bland money pushes the Sharpsim back into an empty Sharp pen and says:
Did you have to use paper books and Sharp pens to study mathematics in junior high?
I didn't choose math in the game because I went to second grade, so I gave up.
I couldn't just tell him to abandon mathematics because he said so.
"Hey, just remember justice perfectly. Instead of a problem solving process, start with what this symbol means and what this word means. Then solve the problem."
That's how the math hell went on.
It is said that the money is stone-headed, but the stone is not erased.
Cheer up, Blind Money.
I recall what he said to me when I saw the blasphemous money memorizing justice.
'He's the only one who can be called a teacher.'
Some people put a lot of meaning in the word teacher.
I briefly recalled the faint feeling of faintness I felt before.
* * *
The first day of the midterm.
The first test is' Player's Combat Theory1 '.
This is the only written exam that the first grade class and the first grade class all take together.
On the day of the exam, all seven of them went to school early.
"Guys, let's work hard!"
Kim Yuri hand-packed the candy bag.
A transparent envelope the size of a fist contained several rhomboidal candies.
The children who were given candy said thank you to Kim Yuri.
The last one I got was me.
"I'll eat well. There's still a lot left. Are you with the other half of your friends?"
"No, it's all ours. I brought sixteen just in case."
Kim glanced down at the candy envelope in the paper shopping bag with her face full.
I'm in the middle of a midterm, so maybe you can come see the exam, think about it and get it all ready.
I can't see who's coming now, what should I comfort you about? · · ·
Shhh ―
At that time.
An automated classroom door opened and a girl with a hood over her uniform turned over and zipped up to the end of her neck appeared.
I can't see my face because I'm wearing horn glasses and a hat on my head.
"· · · Well, what is it. I hear attendance is low!"
It's low.
The other half has never exceeded 50% of the 16 people here during the 50 and 100% filling.
"Too many people! I'm going home!"
The girl spits out a line of lines and turns her back, as if she were a one-man pole.
Bang!
A mysterious girl who forcibly closed the door manually.
Doodadadadadadadak!
I heard him kick the floor out of the hallway and run out of the classroom.
I understand that even if you pretend to listen, you are the owner of a tremendous angular force.
When seven first-graders were looking at a classroom door closed with a dumb face.
The door opened again.
Is she back? I wanted to, but I didn't.
What appeared was a desperate expression.
"· · · I heard that one more person is going to school today. Are you here yet?"
That one.
There was, there wasn't.
"Oh, I'll give you candy."
Kim Yuri looks down at the candy bag with a regrettable look at the situation.
The first day of the midterm.
The first grade attendance rate was 50% and then it was not.
She really seems to have gone home, so the additional exam is confirmed.