Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

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[This is a slightly combed tackle, yes, I got it. Two roughs, three roughs tagged up. Three roughs home! TCKnights, this one's already got five points.]

"Oh, really! The very bullpen burns in a day, burn it all! You can't keep three points and blow it again! If the selection is good, the bullpen won't work, and if the selection doesn't work, we'll all just roll together!"

The octopus fell on the couch and ruled the boiling belly.

With his furious mind in his reclining position, he chewed the walnut cake as hard as he could, and the sound of wadding and wadding echoed through the spacious lounge.

"The natives seem at ease."

"Oh, what a surprise!"

I was astonished at the sound of the buzzing sound of octopus.

The protagonist of the voice has been a frequent adversary in recent times.

"How did you get in?! Did you use your skills to break through? Is that treason?! No matter how blind you are, you must have morals!"

"Octoyun let me in. He said if you don't kill him, you can hit him a few times, so keep him awake."

"Discussion Sister · · ·."

Octoyeon swallowed the bread that was left in his mouth.

Octoyun, a fellow who recently stared at himself with scary eyes.

Thinking about Octoyun, I felt chills and sat on the couch without even knowing it.

"I don't want to come into the realm of the natives either. If you have anything to say in the future, send someone to Silver Canyon."

"This is something I have to say for myself. I can't go to Silver Canyon because of the stupid contract with the Emperor."

"Yes, it's a contract that you made stupid."

"Hey!"

The words of the enemy still have a polite tone on the mysterious subject, so I scratched the inside of the octopus properly.

"I'm busy. Let's start with the point."

"I'm busy, too. I'm busy."

I looked at the big screen with the baseball live stream still flowing without the red flag.

TC Knights was making one more point about the absurd mistakes and the winds that came out of the defense.

Only 6 points this time.

Octo was choked by another changing score, but turned off the screen without saying a word.

"Well, well! I was wondering if you'd keep your mouth shut, and I was gonna say something."

Paa ―

A map outlining the flow of forces present on the peninsula observed in the Moon Palace at the fingertips of the octopus, the 'Moon Palace System', was developed.

The enemy glare narrows the glare as he watches the flow of all sorts of spirits and the movement of the pack of light.

"See? The flow of forces seen in the Moon Palace system. I think we've seen more factions come to the Korean Peninsula recently. There seems to be more of them watching."

"This is · · ·."

"Get used to it. The only thing that can develop the Moon Archery System is the head of the natives."

Octoyeon added a word.

"Well, now it's tailing first!"

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The salary of silver advertising teachers is high.

Teachers of silver commercials who are also excellent players.

Teachers are permitted to transfer from a line of work that does not interfere with school work to a line of work.

Most teachers in silver commercials were wealthy enough to roll the two player cars without difficulty.

However, there were exceptions everywhere.

That was the exception.

"Geum Chan, aren't you wearing the clothes you wore today last year? I want a new outfit. This time, after the new chief designer of our company, the design is really well chosen."

"It doesn't matter what we wear. · · · Although there are many clothes that are frequently seen. Anyway! Your memory of such a trivial thing is great, Wang Chan."

"The only thing I don't remember is that you're stupid."

"So clever that you forgot the transparency item last time? Do you want to hit it?"

The Chief of Staff of Silver Advertising was always frustrated.

Giving away most of the payroll and turnover.

Zegal was always dressed in a clean and neat way that was not contrary to the TPO, but did not occupy the castle of the second-grade 0th grade students.

It was in the common heart of all the disciples that the esteemed teacher wanted to be better dressed, to eat well and to live well.

"Geum Chan, it's a long time, isn't it?"

"Of course, King Chan. Who am I? You're the one who took care of the preparations. If you make a mistake like at the student council, you die."

"Don't worry, fast food. Did I ever make a mistake about Zegal?"

"Last year, Zegal threw him up to rinse his throat. He almost got caught in the Flying Ship that they blew."

Then King Chan-sol gasps and breathes.

"· · · Huff."

"What's" whoops "? You didn't make a real mistake, did you? What else did you miss? Hey, look me in the eye and tell me. King Chan Dog!"

When the golden chancel shook the king chancel's neck.

An automatic classroom door was opened and a hammock came in to make the convention.

He looked at the classroom and said he was having a hard time.

"Yo, it's been quiet for a few days. The commander and the deputy commander shouldn't fight."

"Yep!"

Kwang-bang!

The golden chancellor threw the king chancellor away and answered brightly.

A few empty desks were heard falling, but Wang Chan-sol landed on the floor of the classroom with a perfect fall.

Other second-grade 0th-grade students did not seem to care much about this situation either.

I wonder if Wang Chan Sol was injured when he had a worried face.

"That's right, Zegal. Just stand there for a second."

"Huh?"

Standing in front of the table.

The moment I felt that something strange was going on.

A bright voice of gold chansol echoed through the classroom.

"Let's go, boys!"

Pufferfung!

Smoke that blooms with the sound of firecrackers.

Ilsabulan, a movement of orderly second-graders and zero-graders.

It was a hoax trying to respond reflectively.

But if you use the wrong power, I think the students might get hurt. Stop activating the Spirit Skill and shut them down.

The sight of the zebra hanger turned black in an instant.

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Silver Advertising Grade 2 School District Office.

Automated doors in the classroom are opening.

Clothes were all over the place and there was a haystack with wrinkled hair.

Now is the time when the convention has just ended.

Colleagues went about guessing what happened, but I saw them asking politely.

"Chief of Staff? Did something happen?"

Bonamana must have done something in the second grade.

Few teachers who remained in the classroom had the same idea.

Zegul said, avoiding the gaze.

"Nothing happened. It's a little hard, but it's okay."

"Hahaha, that's fine. I've been quiet for a couple of days with my sophomores. I'm not going for a week."

"Oh, I get a ringworm when I see the names of the second-graders on my class list."

There was one teacher who was not involved in this conversation.

The teacher grinds it and stares at the floor.

"Look at that wretched man! '

Teacher staring at the floor instead of the gallop in case it's too late to stare.

The teacher, who thought he was unhappy, was the best follower.

'It was the best. I get riches by doing everything I want to do, how wonderful it is!'

There were a few things that the great man couldn't do at his own pace.

One of them was the student opinion, and the other was the head of the superintendent's office.

'Ignoring you because you think that the young bitches who don't know anything have come to the prestigious book. The head of the Hogu administration, he's trying to catch a house.'

That ends today, too.

With this method, you can bend the student's opinion and cut the Director of Public Affairs from the silver advertisement.

'With the help of the High Priestess, you will also be glad that you are favoring them from afar!'

He slammed his time with his imagination open.

when he came back splendidly and took over the school, ate the Imperial Foundation, and even imagined himself as the right arm of the President of the Supreme Court.

I was finally alone.

Watching the air and thinking alone.

I laughed at the best followers, thinking that my destiny was so calm without even knowing my future.

'I turned off all the classroom recorders. All you have to do is run!'

Holographic player in hand.

Inside was a summary of the state of the hostages held in the Central Library basement and the progress of the curse.

'That hoe is not stupid, so you can see where the hostages are.'

Whoops!

The follower threw a holographic regenerator on Zegalgalgalgalgalgalgalgale's desk.

I looked up at myself.

"What is this?"

"See it all from start to finish."

I developed a zebra hanger hologram with a regenerator in my hand.

A hologram that goes beyond one chapter.

The look on the hologram was more vivid than I thought.

'No, the face is like that, but the students' lives will be turned upside down! '

That slogan will be nothing but a bluff.

The follower concluded so.

"From now on, come to the designated place unnoticed. Hypocrite son of a bitch. If you don't answer yes, all the bitches here will die. Even if you do something stupid."

A body blessed with the blessing of a higher existence tote.

I can't tell a lie, so the moment I say 'Yes', I am restricted in my actions.

"· · · Yes, I will go to the place you designate. Don't touch the students."

I won!

A cheerful smile spread over his face.

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Principal Silver Advertising's hobby is collecting Old Books, Rare Books.

One step further there is robbing payroll and material to buy books from all over the world and donating them to the Silver Advertising Library, the principal freak.

The school library budget added to the principal's property, so the book never dried up in the silver ads.

This book, the principal who collected the book without covering it.

He realizes that many of the books found in this world exist in the past, but there are also dangerous books that have touched the power of the faction or superior existence.

Books with abilities, magic, and power.

However, in order to preserve those books that were worth studying, the principal created a Prohibition of Entry booklet.

This is where the principal's manipulative hobbies and caring crystals are.

It was the basement of the Central Library of the Silver Advertising District.

In the midst of that enormous stand, five students sat quietly trembling in a hexagonal enchantment.

I was muttering or closing my eyes, twisting my ears, and stabbing my head to the ground to see if anything was in vain.

"Here you are, my boy!"

Dark Red Magic Mage of Siegfriendship.

At each vertex there were six teachers who turned the hood upside down.

"Are the students okay?"

I stood there in the dark, and I heard the voice of the gallows.

"You're gonna be okay with what we say."

"It was hard to get the seed of the curse, but it's worth it."

"Those elite bitches who pretended to be so good to you are finally like this!"

The curse on students is "stain of conscience."

Students whose mini-test results remained in the lower class.

For those who had never missed 1st and 2nd place in their lives, the bitter failure of silver advertising was unbearable.

Thus, he nodded his head at the temptation of his followers, the proposal to leak the midterm exam.

And the seed of the curse was secretly planted in the basement of the Central Library, where students were handed over the test.

As their conscience grew, stains took over their eyes, and hearing dominated to isolate them.

"Declare here. You will carry all five curses that these fools carry and all six curses that we give them!"

"If you don't accept it, the future of these young students is over!"

If you succeed in overcoming all the teachers and saving the students by exercising your talent.

There is no future for students.

Some students did not go beyond the temptation of these followers.

But these are those who have reached out to sexual manipulation.

This fact was almost revealed during the curse lifting process.

They will no longer be able to be in silver advertisements, nor will they be able to transfer to other high schools.

"Teacher, Teacher, save me."

"Please!"

"I won't do that in the future. Just this once, just this once!"

Students who were cursed on numerous days struck Aung San Suu Kyi

All that remained was fear and survival instinct, and students could not afford to think rationally.

But, thanks to Andaine, the student who was the slowest of the curse.

The student, unlike other students, still had Izzie.

The student came to mind.

That there was a gallop among the teachers that Andaine respected.

"No! Don't do that!"

Six followers burst into laughter at the end of the day.

Six teachers were convinced.

Rather, if there are students who say that, teachers like this Hogu are the ones who make choices for more students.

But it is.

"Yes, I won't."

The followers' laughter stopped.

The one wearing the dressing of a hammock.

Either Sain changed his body or his voice.

The voice seemed to be wearing a voice modulator, but I was frightened by how my body changed.

'Did you use Transformation Talents or Items?!'

How did you cope in the meantime!

Did you know that before?

It is not.

You can't let a student out of danger for a moment.

No matter how sinful the student was, he was not the one to dig this trap and wait.

"Who are you?"

The one who thought he was a douche bag.

Appearing in the dark, he was wearing a crow mask.