Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

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Air Hotel 'Icaros'.

A luxurious airhotel that designs everything from pillows to slippers to suit your tastes when you book.

Perfect for 5 restaurants and spas, fitness, aquariums, jazz concert halls, and wedding halls.

The roof of that Icaros.

There were tents and camping lanterns that didn't match this luxurious airhotel at all.

"Gazua, fight the tickle with an outdoor sleep!"

"What kind of outdoor sleeper is this place? You're crazy. Yeah, let's do it!"

"Take an outdoor nap and add breakfast tomorrow."

"I haven't even had dinner yet, so why the fuck are you eating breakfast?"

"If King Chan-sol hadn't forgotten the portable burner, he would have been eating by now."

"Yes! We spent three nights making a second-grade, zero-grade golden recipe for Zegal, and the vice commander of that idiot, Ahhh!"

"Ha · · · This is a fasting hotel. Why are we starving?"

Twenty or so students dressed in fluorescent hooded tees and trousers, grade two and a half.

Their semi-group tees and trousers were all over their clothes today with their dates, their names, and introductory phrases written by other students.

"This is not the case because of legislation on the prohibition of bribery, such as fraudulent solicitations and money laundering. It's a big deal if you give me a hotel room! If you don't want to get caught by the law, you'll have to get your share of Van Tee from Zegal later."

"First semester picnic designer, venue provider."

2nd grade 0th grade invincible commander Banchansol.

The phrase "golden sole with hood tee fastened vertically," he said.

"The rooftops are open only in summer, so we're still not using them, so instead of cleaning them up, we can only borrow them from the budget allocated to the DCs for half an hour."

Gold chansol in charge of this operation.

She was also the daughter of the owner of the Air Hotel Icaros, who planned a picnic for this one-night, two-day trip.

I have to make bait, so I have to dress Zegali with a half-pack of T-shirts and pants. 'I also presented the idea.

The second grade 0th class organized this picnic without any other jokes in the last few days.

"But the air and the scenery are good! And Zegal!"

Crafted from designs, phrases and colours of group t-shirts and trousers.

Picnic area acquisition and budgeting.

I could borrow the roof of the Icaros Air Hotel because the second grade 0 class had not touched on the budget allocated for each class.

"· · · In fact, it's not a good idea to rent a suite! If you don't pay for your stay with Zegal, it's an offense, and if you do, you'll have to live for a few months."

And, of course, since I only rented a place, I'm a second-grader and a third-grader.

Picnic on the rooftops of Icaros for a night or two.

Each of them paid their own entry fee and brought a tent and set up an operation to catch the gallows as cheaply as possible.

I wore a very noticeable piece of clothing to prevent the gallows from escaping.

"Wow, I thought you were a fucking maid and a woodworker."

"What if I catch a cold? No outdoor sleeping. It's still a chilly day."

Two and a half year old kids who had a tickle fight.

I stopped the competition right away, according to Zegal.

The student who had endured the attack for the previous three minutes looked very unfair, but looked at the face of the hammer and kept his mouth shut.

"Yes! I won't!"

"· · · nep!"

An adult man who calmed down half of his body in two words.

He was wearing a fluorescent yellow hood tee and trousers that did not match his age at all.

The garment had all kinds of coloured texts embedded in it.

It's our permanent residence, Zegal.

"Write it as a hammock and read it as a light."

"I don't like it very much, I love it."

and the like.

It had as many phrases as the number of second-grade 0th grade students.

In fact, two and a half grades went to the crisis of battle-royal in a fuss to write down the phrase that would fit into each other's clothes.

After a few hours of debate, they decided to write down a few words to get along with each other and set the color they wanted.

As a result, the clothes of the zebra hanger were most glamorous and clumsy to design.

"Teacher still has work to do in school · · ·."

"What's going on! Tell them to eat with me!"

"That's right! I do all the work all the time alone!"

Suddenly abducted in the classroom.

The clothes you were wearing, of course, and the device and the purse were all stolen.

It's a joke, but I want to be with my pupils who don't get sick even if I put them in my eyes. Of course I did.

But there was too much to do.

It was not the end of all the trials conducted by the Supreme Court. It was also a matter of newspapers and textbook editors who had to consult with teaching photographers.

"It's because you haven't been playing lately and want to play together."

"That's right, Zegal is always busy with the textbook editor's newspaper."

The vibe of the sheep that just came to life was a lie.

Grade two and a half students became more and more immature.

Zegul said with all his heart.

"I'm sorry. I'm really busy. I'm just gonna watch you guys sleep today."

"No!"

"I'm going to play with you for a night or two! I've got a lot of games for people who use tents like you!"

"I haven't qualified yet!"

"But · · ·."

I don't think I can easily change my mind.

But in this case, it was the second grade 0th grade.

They've already woven up the operation in case the gallows come out like this.

Gold chansol nods small as he sends a signal to Ace in the theatre.

"Stop it. You're busy. Sorry, sir. Guys, let's pack up."

The desperate performance of the theatre department students was intense.

The theatre minister's eyes were already watering down without even knowing how to feel.

When I'm embarrassed by the gale hanger, I can't help but feel the extra tartar of the golden sol.

"· · · Because I just want to play with Mr. Zegal, that's why you apologize. Don't look at me like that. Don't cry, sir. I'm sorry. There's nothing wrong with the kids. I told you to do it all."

The perfect ambassador of timing, whether it's soothing or encouraging.

Second grade 0th class commander, Banchansol.

The ability to catch the wind was fantastic.

Students who are bowing their heads with a gloomy face say, 'Good job, Captain! Do more!' he thought.

Eventually, the gallows snapped first.

"I'm sorry, guys. I guess the teacher didn't think of you guys and only thought of my position."

The voice of guilt-filled zealots.

Students outside of the Zebra Girl's field of view grabbed their fists with a small high five.

"Sorry to bother you, sir."

"Yes, I'm sorry I'm a nuisance student."

"No, you guys prepared hard, but I didn't know. I'll keep my time till tomorrow morning. I'm so sorry."

2nd grade 0th grade smoke wave one-to-one punch.

I noticed that I was heartbroken by one of the ambassadors of the theatre department Ace and the 2nd grade 0th class commander Banchansol.

'I'm going to cry, stop it!' Yes, when I thought about it.

"And I've never thought about annoying my disciples. Don't say that in future."

I can't tell a lie with Tot's blessing.

Students' expressions loosened noticeably to understand the weight of the words.

When it leads to a smoky atmosphere.

"I'm back!"

The rooftop door opened and King Chan-sol appeared.

Wang Chan-sol in a fluorescent hooded tee that says' I'm an idiot 'by magic.

I heard an echo bag full of portable burners in my hand.

"Well, that sounds great. Idiot!"

"I thought you were starving to death! Hey, boil the water!"

After eating the raw cotton, the folded cotton bags are thrown towards the head of Wang Chan-sol.

"Zegal! We've developed a new recipe! Stay tuned!"

"That's right! It's delicious!"

"Yeah, I'll look forward to it."

A second-grade class 0 who takes out prepared materials and makes a busy move.

Seeing the peaceful spectacle, Zeppel was still blaming himself for not knowing the minds of his students.

― Then, the old disciple who used to send messages with him every day still had no news today.

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The Central District Central Library basement.

My skin tingles with the energy of the old books.

It wasn't as much as the basement of Yeongmyung Lake Mansion, but if you stay here for a long time, your body's energy will dissipate.

'The second grade 0th class will be playing well with the zealots by now.'

I wonder how you're going to play, but that's going to be the story of the second grade zero-and-thirty girl.

'This is as planned.'

I handed over the clothes of the Zeal hanger to the golden chancel and Wang chancel and used the player's trajectory to make the appearance of the Zeal hanger and enter the classroom.

While reading the dialogue log in the classroom using a dedicated menu, followers appeared as the game progressed.

"If you were going to answer, you wouldn't have worn a mask. Stupid."

The zealots in the game nodded at the demands of their followers to bear the curse, despite Tot's superior existence.

It's a high-density cellar, a central library.

There, he was blessed with knowledge, science, language, time, the god of the moon, and Hermes as the guardian of the library.

The language spit out of the totality of this knowledge and power was applied several times more forcefully than usual to bind him.

'I'm sure these guys have been working in the basement looking for it.'

Visibly panicked followers stutter.

I said, "Where's the gallows? If you don't bring him in right now, these bitches."

Cuckoo!

Before I finished speaking, I quickly narrowed the distance and threw an uppercut into the mouth of the man who opened his mouth.

The unfaithful follower's jaw is cracked and the broken teeth are mixed with blood and spilled out of his mouth.

"I didn't see it!"

"What, what! That's not a hammock!"

I entered the brotherhood and stood in the way of the students.

They don't look like they're perfectly protected by the wind standing at each vertex, but they'll be some kind of deterrent.

"Keep your head down."

When I spoke to the only student who tried to make up for the hammock, I nodded my head and bowed.

Others are a bit caught up and get a few cheap ones, but she advised me because she has a very small extenuating circumstance.

I pulled out the weapon item and ran to the follower who was trying to use the skill.

Puck!

Punches and toes that snap right in.

A 'Fight' skill that can change the fighting skill used at that time so that you can inflict the most damage as soon as possible.

Hands and feet that were not even protected were sufficient to defeat followers who were lower than the best.

"Argh!"

"I mean, shit. I don't have time for skills!"

This is the library.

You can't use fancy fantasy or skill because the book may be damaged.

'I just can't see how precious books are ruined by these bastards.'

So the character you choose is the version of blindness that's finished.

The outer shell is still the same, so the penalty is also written due to the small size of the blindness money.

'And there's not just me and these bastards here.'

I couldn't use the noticeable madness or skill.

Using the skill of Blind Money to excitedly sell followers.

"I mean, shit! Take it!"

A follower pulls out an item card and points at me.

I don't know what kind of card it is, but the rarity of an item card is like an interpersonal bomb.

'Due to the high level of Blind Money I use now, there will be no effect.'

When he breaks the foot of the man who was trying to escape and heads towards you.

Root.

"Ughhhh!"

I can hear flesh and bones shattering.

With a scream, the finger holding the item card breaks in a direction that cannot be bent.

Holding that finger was a hand with a leather glove.

Behind the master of that hand, there appeared those in black coats and masks in the darkness.

"It's the player association regulations enforcement department. In accordance with the regulations of the association, seal your mining, skills, cards and materialization abilities."

It's the voice of Hong Gyu-bin.

A voice with no emotion, no ordinary fluency at all.

The fear spread among the followers who heard it.

"Player Association, Gyu, Law Enforcement!"

"Damn it! It was an association! How do you know? · ·!"

A follower who is defeated in an instant under the command of Hongyubin.

A black seal is engraved on the arms of the Valverduns.

"You're late."

"I'm sorry, my men dropped their school permits easily, but they dropped their permits to stand up a little late. You had to get permission after they got here."

Another face of Hong Gyu Bin is a member of the Korean Association of Players' Branch of Regulation Enforcement.

It was also a senior person with the right to use sealed items.

'Rather, it's strange that a fraudulent player with a foresight skill only does desk work.'

Of course, the title of Team Leader of the Press Relations Office of Hong Gyu Bin is also real.

An enforcement department that receives one more job on the surface from the association.

Due to their nature, it is customary for law enforcement officials to be vigilant against criminals, thereby slowing down their vigilance and eliminating suspicion.

'I have seen it several times as a background description for the Regulation Enforcement Department, and I have never seen it working directly.'

That's why overtime was more frequent.

It would also require the power of the law enforcement to investigate the incidents in which the Red Wall gangs were exposed.

"I was worried when I told you to take on the role of lure. I heard you use magic mainly. Do you have skills other than using everything?"

"Don't hold each other back."

"Hahaha! Are you still vigilant? We think we showed each other a lot of paddles."

I still think Hong Gyu-bin has more to hide.

This is Hong Gyu-bin, the type of rustler who was hit.

I can't have shown you all my defeats at once.

"Well, let's just be satisfied here with the 'Crow Mask' you used to purify that silver basket. I'll be hearing from the hostages for a minute. Let's go upstairs together. I'm waiting."

When I think about seeing followers being knocked out in the hands of Hong Gyu Bin's subordinates.

An unexpected thing happened.