Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

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Central district student council, student council room.

Student council officers were talking about the events of the last childhood.

"Oh, I wish I could go to the baseball court that day. I pretended to be busy because I didn't want to hear Wonwoo whine."

The student vice president's nomination was halfway out on the couch.

Yooseong-hee, a student council clerk who sits across the street and drinks juice somewhat, said with regret.

"I hate to be with Wonwoo, but I would have taken my brother with me if I knew Joon-Pyo and his friends were coming. I didn't say anything, but it seemed like it was a lot of cold."

"Oh, Sang-hee, if your brother's friend, are you talking about those 13 trillion kids on the entrance exam? They keep getting caught up in cases. I don't know if they're lucky or bad. One went to high school, didn't he? I think I heard it was Wonwoo's brother, Lumme."

"Yeah, I think so. I wish Nam Wook and Sihua had come to our school. I want you to go to the transfer."

"Hahaha! Don't send my laughing bell transfer. Sometimes, no, I get annoyed, so sometimes I think about transferring. But you worked hard this time, didn't you? Give me a compliment."

Although the appellation teases the dowry, it is very rare to push it between two people.

Student council officers who knew the meaning smiled at the nominee without noticing Yooseong-hee.

The nominee said, 'If Sanghee knew, I might be in the capital, so shut up.'

"Yes · · ·. I think you're right. Wonwoo did a good job this time, but he said a lot. All of my brother's friends were unharmed."

Yooseong-hee said with a gentle smile, not knowing if she knew what communication was coming and going from behind.

Shhh ―

Automated doors are open, and now there's chow chow and chow fever.

It was the two men who were active in the attack on the baseball field.

"Hi, sorry I'm late. I had to talk to the Imperial Foundation with Joon Fever today."

"Hello."

When Dowon Wu and Ji Jun Fever finished greeting, Yooseong Hee stood up and spoke.

"I saw the article, Wonwoo. Well done, my brother's friends were there too, and I'm glad they're all back safely."

"Sang-hee! Thank you, I've only been thinking about you the whole time!"

Helpline in a position to hold Yooseong-hee's hand immediately.

Yoo Sang-hee turned around and spoke to Pyeongjun Fever without even caring about him.

"Joon Feng, you've done a lot too. It was a star playdown. I'm proud to be your senior. I also saw a video of you begging. I don't know much about baseball, but the foam is very neat."

"Thank you, Sanghee."

Dowon Woo saw a fever of compliments that was longer than himself.

The fever is excellent, adherent, humble, and polite.

However, I didn't want to see Idol or the actor scratching his cheek, smiling at Yooseong Hee and saying, "Sang-hee's sister."

In the end, the ugly heart that twitched in Dowon woo was expressed in words.

"Don't be close to Sanghee, Jeongjun!"

Paak ―!

Before I finished speaking, the capital of Yooseong-hee flew towards my back.

I felt it, but I chose not to avoid the moment I decided it was Yooseong-hee's hand.

"What do you mean by junior? It's ugly, Wonwoo. And all the time you've been targeting me, you think about me while you're dealing with Enemies? What the hell does that mean?"

"Sang-hee, I always think of you."

"I feel bad."

"What! Sang-hee, you're not feeling well? If it hurts, I'll go to the infirmary. I'll carry you."

"Dirty."

A dowon woo that doesn't bend a bit at the sale of Yooseong-hee.

On the other hand, the fever with which this situation is familiar has been discussed with the nominee with a slightly unhappy expression.

Kim Yuri, who was watching the scene, smiled small and spoke to Andaine.

"Haha, you guys have fun today. Right, Dyne?"

"· · · Yes."

Andine's good answer to something.

Kim glanced at the hologram that Andaine was looking at with her head tilted.

I think this is a footage of the baseball field you're going to sleep in. '

What Andane was looking at was a footage of a subversive baseball field attack released by the association.

The face was blurred, but Kim Yuri knew exactly who was on the video.

'I'm casting with Lot. It's Hyodon and Su-hyuk who are defending their righteousness in front of them. Wow, everyone fights well.'

Andaine's gaze did not fall from Su-hyuk.

A free material that perfectly blocks the movement of Enemies by wielding the 'Twinkle'.

The spectacular dual sword skill of Su-hyuk was noticeable compared to the blindness of a heavy but cruel movement in one room and the immobile spirit in the other.

Andaine won't be able to open her eyes for another reason.

'Dyne, fight.'

Andaine smiles faintly and looks at the main revolution in the screen.

Kim Yuri cheered and scraped the footage that Andaine was watching on her device.

Kim Yuri couldn't help but admire the scrapped footage from the beginning.

'Everyone is amazing! I'm still shivering under the virtual energies. Me and the boys are in the same family. How can we fight like this? I want to hear it myself.'

I went to an article with two of my half friends.

No wonder I wanted to hear about the performance.

I'm not really in the mood for tickets today, so I didn't really talk much about the baseball case.

'Because I have suffered from good money and good conscience, I have to buy something delicious tomorrow.'

With Andaine watching the video, Kim Yuri plans tomorrow.

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Mingreen.

Shindong surprised the Korean art scene 10 years ago.

In fact, Ming Green was from a family with no ties to the art world.

'Mingreen was seven years old when he first encountered art.'

Song Manseok brought his grandson Song Dae-wook and his companion Min-green to visit the home of the old Korean friend-in-law, Hong Kyung-wook.

Min-green who was looking at the bruising of Hong Kyung-woong.

While the adults were away, she poured the unfinished work in the corner of Hong Kyung-woong's workshop, "The Earthquake of a Foreign Weapon."

Song Man-seok looked behind him and was frightened, bowing his head and seeking forgiveness.

However, Hong Kyung-wook said a word without admiring Mingreen's completed 'Earthwork of Foreign Weapons'.

['The Nature of the Foreign Weapon' was destined to be completed by the hands of this new god.]

Hong Kyungbok said, "If Min Green becomes his disciple, he will not be willing to take responsibility for this."

A seven-year-old boy who had no experience grasping a brush completes a painting of the maestro and becomes his disciple.

The Korean art community and the media did not hide their expectations that they had found a new way to lead the art community in the future.

Beginning with the history of the Shindong Dynasty, 'The Noble Book of Lee Weapons' is on display at the National Museum of Modern Korean Art and has become the most beloved work in the museum.

'But now · · ·.'

Mingreen stopped looking for Hong Kyung-suk's bathroom and became a refusal to attend school.

'I knew I'd become a referee, but I didn't know that so many people were torturing me.'

Thinking about the incident in which Mingreen became a refusal to attend school, it was worth it.

Ming Green had a small share of the game, and even if he came out, he didn't really know because he played outside the school with Song Dae-woong and two dummies.

'Then I was beaten in the hands of a black tent, and there was no description of going to school, but I don't think I'm here because I see the situation now.'

Fortunately, there is a corridor near the teaching room, and the time has passed.

"Hey, you're in first grade 0 and a half."

"Billion!"

Ming Green, who was passing by me, looked back in astonishment.

A Mingreen hooded jumper sleeve that covers the front and back of your hand.

"You, you were in class in the midterm."

"Uh, first grade Deputy Commander-in-Chief. Good luck with that."

Ming Green remembers the faces of the students who were inside, even though they fled the classroom in an instant.

Shindong's eyes widened as he listened to the Korean art scene.

"Yes, well done. Hey, I'm going!"

It's like throwing an ambassador in the lap and trying to turn his back.

Mingreen grinds and wipes his feet from his childhood to protect his hands.

If Ming Green decides to run away, he can't hold onto it unless he uses a clown.

I don't know when to meet again after the additional exam period.

I called it in first.

"Wait."

"· · · ah why again!"

"I want you to go to school. Our attendance rate is half too low."

"No, I don't! Too many people!"

Mingreen that refuses without a second of hesitation.

There are only eight people in Mingreen, but they can't.

'The only thing that can change Mingreen's mind is his friend, Song Dae-woong, and the painting. There are only two things.'

Mingreen is stopping to learn painting from Hong Kyung-woong, but he is not stopping to paint.

Mingreen is stuck in his room, bored by himself, and drawn again.

'It's too bad those works can't see the light.'

Middle schools are Ming Green and Song Dae Stone, who finished their curriculum with a test notice.

'If you don't go to high school to get Ming Green and Song Dae Stones out of the house somehow, it's a picture and nothing!' The two houses with the terror.

'But you two were useless good.'

Song Dae-Seong and Min-green, who received information that the silver advertisement was an autonomous school.

The two of them have passed the prestigious Korean high school award.

And right now, I'm sending a philosophical rejectionist life to get the backs of both parents.

'For a moment, it seems like the type of hammer that made Mingreen a martial arts teacher. I think I know Song Man-seok. Is there something?'

In any case, I can't write a card called Song Daejeon right now.

Then you can use the one left over, the picture.

"If you go to school, I'll give you this."

I took a card out of the item window.

A drop of water with the breath of a mermaid.

An SR item from the Fantasy Auction.

'Just use it for a light blessing. There was an explanation that if you use this item as a paint or mix it with a paint, it will not change color.'

If Ming Green wants it, there will be more people who will bring better paints and items.

But she is living at home eating snowflakes as a cubicle waster.

Now it's the first semester of the first grade, and I hate going out in the first place without being allowed to take advantage of the second-grade attack, so there's no place for Mingreen to get money or items.

"Oh, no. I don't like it."

Mingreen shakes his head firmly after a short thought.

This item makes it harder to complete Mingreen's refusal to attend school.

Too bad, but let's lower the conditions significantly.

"Then go to school only on Teacher's Day."

I want to make the attendance rate 50% even if it's just for a day and make it pleasant.

'I've only been reduced to one day on the condition that I go to school, so I'm going to be shaken.'

As expected, Mingreen began to ponder greatly.

"There are too many first-graders."

Mingreen's criterion of 'a lot' is strange.

I don't think I'll get the answer right away, so I think you should give me some time.

I entered my device code into the hologram and showed it to Mingreen.

"Answer me before Teacher's Day. Now, my device code."

"Uh, um, okay."

"Then I'll see you next time."

I turned my back on Mingreen, who was in trouble.

Mingreen would have memorized the code perfectly just by looking at the hologram once.

My dorm room back from the evening training.

I have a big homework to do after the baseball court case on Children's Day.

I erased the typed article in the hologram several times, then sighed loudly repeatedly.

'I made a promise with my playable character, so I have to keep it.'

No matter how itchy I looked, I had to do what I had to do.

It took me a long time to write a very short phrase.

'Then let's write an invitation.'

A system sound was heard, and soon a red dragon appeared between the gaps in the subspace.

Paa ―

On white paper.

The flame of the red dragon leaves a delicate soot, engraved one letter at a time.

[Closed area, come to the classroom we met before.

Don't call me Red Wall Gossip in the future.]

Ends