Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

'Why are you here?'

A 30s version of the Emperor I noticed at first glance that I recognized the Emperor.

I smiled with a glimmer of eyes.

'I don't think I'm going to hide it.'

I had a clear expression because of the neat shape of my head.

A 30-year-old Yellow Hoe who's making his old face because he's dealing with multiple personalities by age.

I didn't see any pranks that Emperor Huangzhou was always throwing in his face.

The impression is so different that if you look at someone you don't know, you just look like a lot of relatives.

"Shining your eyes is the same as the teenage version. '

The group around the Huang Ho, who was walking in conversation, shut up as I came into a position where I could hear the sound.

I guess you were having a hard time listening.

"She knows. It's okay."

I know, but I don't know if it's gonna be okay.

I saw a group of suits staring at my side, the necklace-type staff nameplate.

"Daily Staff, Cousin."

"Cho Young-shin · · ·."

After reading my plaque aloud, four men and women in suits looked surprised.

"Oh, this student."

"You're a real human being."

"You're the one who saved Eun Ho's legacy."

I mean, these four were Ho clans.

'My name seems to have spread among the Ho clans.'

The culprit who spread my name among the Ho clans will be Emperor Ho.

There's no way that Baek Ho Gun, Red Ho, or Kim Shin-rok can talk.

"I thought you might be a faction or a progeny."

"You only look human."

"Wonderful!"

Four left the Empress alone and began to talk to me.

After exchanging the device codes, the Ho clans saw their domestic business cards and were all part of the Yellow Pagoda Group.

"I need to talk to him. Go."

Huang Ho jawed at four and said:

"Yes?"

"Can I really go, Emperor?"

"Really?"

"Are you serious?"

In the words of the thirties, the Ho Four did not hide their vigilance.

'Are you vigilant to leave me alone with the Emperor?'

Until a little while ago, what did the benefactor of the descendant of Eun Ho say?

When you're thinking about it.

"Hwang Ho. If we go in now, we'll use our tickets to sit right in."

"Hwang Ho. You're not gonna take the tickets, are you? I was really looking forward to this episode of Yang's performance. You just came, didn't you? Right? Can I really go in?"

"Hwang Ho! You can't change your mind."

"We worked hard to get some rest today."

"It hurts to hit the Tae-Ho Kwon, even the same Ho! I've been fighting for a long time!"

It's because of the head of the morbid Ho clan.

I said I'd cry if I took my ticket, but now that I see that desperate look on my face, I think I'll fall on the floor and cry.

"I really wanted to go to the Manchester Arena solo concert, but my passport came out late!"

"It was too late for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Religious Affairs to share the agenda of immigration issues with the factions."

"Then both the minister and the mischief of the army exploded at the same time."

"It seems that the dragon clans were terrified that their descendants could not go overseas as a group because they were on vacation."

"Oh, that's what our secretarial team helped. Even if those bastards are cut off, the concert won't come back."

I heard that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs have established a connection with the faction and have both been robbed of sharing the faction's immigration agenda.

It's not covered in the game, but the Ho and the Yong seem to have a surprisingly functioning corner.

"Anyway, if you're going to take a ticket, take it to Tae-Ho Won! You will not be harmed by the Emperor."

"We were the will of Chungho. Don't say anything weak before you fight! · · · I almost lost."

"I will do my best as the master of Tae-Ho Kwon, founder Chungho's handmaid!"

"Chungho, please watch!"

The founder of Tae Ho Won was Chung Ho.

These four are disciples of the Blessing.

A 30-year-old Emperor who watches four Ho clans howl.

"Go away before you change your mind."

I was secretly, no, openly scratching and trying to steal a ticket, but the Ho chieftain was merciful.

"Yes, I will go away!"

"Thank you, Emperor. Right now, I'm out of here!"

"See you later, Emperor. Never find it until the concert is over."

"Goodbye, Progenitor's Grace. See you later!"

Four Ho clans quickly came out in front of the Emperor of the Thirties.

Those who walked into the corridor and disappeared as if they were alarming above the speed at which humans were running.

Looking back at them, the Emperor of the Thirties pressed the temples.

"If it weren't for Chungho, I would have educated you in Tae-ho."

"The Ho clans who are disciples of Chungho seem to be enthusiastic fans."

"Yes, Chungho and his disciples are very good at the sound. If Chungho had been there, he would not have died and lived in the music of that author."

Another mythological system that appears in the opening myth, Chungho.

The sacred culprit never appeared directly in the game as an empty wish to God to serve the faithful all the time.

Where did Chungho's handyman go with the Emperor?

'Will Chungho still be by the Prophet's side?'

"No one knows where Chungho is."

"Huh?"

"I answered because I was curious. Chungho left a message saying 'I want to listen to the Prophet's wishes' and disappeared without any notice or foolishness."

Did Chungho disappear like that?

For the wishes of the Prophet?

I have no idea what the Son of Heaven wishes for.

"Our Ho people are in this silver advertisement, and the silver advertisement is full of wonderful sounds. Chungho will definitely come as a silver ad."

A faint longing was buried in the Emperor's voice.

'Was the Emperor thinking like that? · ·.'

Generous support for arts clubs.

Class type scheme of silver advertising.

Endless Merchant Invitation Show.

'It wasn't just about improving student welfare.'

An old friend who disappeared, what did you do while waiting for Qingho?

"His favorite sound is the voice of the Prophet, so it would be quick to catch the Prophet first."

New India, like Qinghua, is in a state of oblivion.

Neither is there a clue.

A much heavier atmosphere than when the disciples of Chungho were turned off.

In this case, it is best to change the subject of the conversation.

"You said you had something to tell me."

"Oh, that's why I'm here. The author has been in contact with our Ho clan. He wants to talk to an official of the Ho Clan. That's why I came."

The topic has changed too much.

'Has the Authority contacted the Ho Clan? Why?'

It's a development that wasn't there in the game.

However, there was no description of the authoritarianism at this time, nor of its approach to the Ho clan.

There's still the possibility that it wasn't dealt with in the game.

'Of the events that have occurred so far, what has changed the authoritarian behaviour pattern?'

One of the phenomena discussed in Chaos theory, butterfly effect.

It is likely that the consequences of my actions called for this situation, just as the wings of a butterfly could call for a hurricane.

When you come to this world and you look back at the events that have taken place one by one.

The words of the Emperor of the Thirties continued.

"I wish I'd sent someone else, but I have a story to worry about."

"Who?"

"Suddenly, the authoritarian insisted on asking for a condom."

The cause was a proposition.

I never imagined that name would come out.

"Not only did I come to Yeongmyeong-ho, but I have another vote in front of the spokesman for the Ho clan. Thanks to you, you can also enter the concert hall. I didn't tell Chungho's disciples."

An invitation came out of my suitjacket pocket.

"Actually, I tried to take one of their tickets, but it was good."

The Emperor in his thirties was making a playful little face like the Emperor in his teens.

Glad the disciples of Chungho didn't cry.

A concert hall where all the posters were placed and returned.

I just left my seat for a while and came back, and the air changed.

People who stop working and look onstage.

After everyone's gaze, there was a poet with a violin.

'The real thing is more attractive.'

A violinist in a turquoise off-shoulder dress gracefully stands on stage.

One nod to the acoustic staff and then take the jawrest of the violin under your neck.

The blue eyes, which seemed to contain the lake, seemed to be silently silent and soundless in the potato world.

When her bow crosses over the current, the concert hall is full of sound again.

"Wow!"

"I can't believe this sound even while tuning!"

A violin orchestration.

I'm just adjusting the sound with a string, one note at a time, and the admirer bursts out everywhere.

"That's great. I was mistaken for a one-on-one bipolar wave. I can't believe you're making such a great sound while coordinating."

The Emperor of the Thirties glanced at the author.

'I didn't know it was this great because I typed a musical note into the digital synthesizer in the scene where the author plays in the game.'

While imagining what real play would be like.

After coordination, the author lowers the violin and starts giving instructions to the acoustic staff.

Kim Yuri and Irena, who almost lost their mind and looked at the author, only noticed that I was here.

"Oh, my God. Are you here?"

"Oh, I'm sorry I left everything on the poster!"

"No, it's okay."

I couldn't beat the ticket war, but I could do as much as I wanted to put up posters.

"Then I'll see you later, Cousin."

As the two approached, the Emperor of the Thirties turned his back and said,

Kim Yuri and Irena stand out and the story gets complicated, so it's a good choice.

"You look like Ji Ho somewhere."

"Huh? Did you? · · · Looks like the atmosphere is too different. I don't know."

Irena's eyes seem sharp.

It's Irena who distinguished between me and the fever.

How to switch topics, I was thinking for a moment.

The need to ponder disappeared in an instant.

"Hello."

A silent voice that resonates with your ears.

No way. I turned my head and I saw the blue eyes looking at the three of us.

I was an authoritarian.

"Hello."

"Oh, hello!"

"Wow, wow!"

I also greeted Kim Yuri reflectively, but Irena kept her mouth shut without knowing what to do.

The author looked at us one after the other with a tranquil eye.

The last thing Irena stopped staring at was a staff badge hanging around her neck.

"· · · Daily staff? Do you have to work part-time?"

The authoritarian's voice is a little stiff.

That's surprising.

It would be strange for a silver ad student who can be targeted to work part-time because he doesn't have the money.

Irena, who stood still with her gaze, stuttered and said,

"Me, me. I want to see your concert close by!"

In Irena's words, the author had a relieved expression.

I was worried about the silver ad junior.

"· · · Yes, you did. It's an honor."

The author was an artist with a unique sense of humor, and now he looks like a thoughtful senior at school.

Kim Yuri hesitated to ask me if I had the same idea.

"Senior, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes, tell me."

"I heard you can use the Merchant Hall today. Why did you choose to associate?"

I was a little curious about that too.

If I was a merchant, I would have been able to afford a ticket.

"Because it's beautiful."

In response, Kim Yuri had a dumb face.

The emotions of world-class artists seem a little unusual.

"Then let me ask you a question."

"Yes?! Yes, tell me!"

Kim Yu didn't know the question was coming back.

Kyungjin asked for a nervous Kim Yuri.

The author was looking at a beaded hairpin that imaged a butterfly that Kim Yuri was wearing.

"Butterfly, do you like it?"

The hairpin that I bought at a handmade accessories store in front of my school alumni.

Kim Yuri relaxed and answered brightly.

"Yes, I like it! Do you like butterflies, too?"

"No, I don't like it."

Kim Yuri, a social worker, was also embarrassed and laughed at his head.

I really don't like butterflies. I asked Mane.

I don't know what the author is thinking.

The author adds one more word.

"But I came to look for butterflies in Korea."

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