Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

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It was last May 5th.

The eternal lake team building in England, the exclusive recital hall inside, 'for JANE'.

It has over 300 seats with stepped seats.

It was usually used by the author in a private practice room.

In the mood of that day, I invited guests to perform at my own pace, including senior government officials, nursery children, homeless people in the street, and contemporary artists.

Today, I'm alone.

I have the violin under my neck, but my right hand with the bow has not been lifted yet.

With his left finger holding the sign, he knocked on the top of the current table, a proposition that was locked in his mind.

'· · · I think you should start with a new song called Picicato. Let's play with the sense of ripping rather than bouncing.'

The inspiration came to mind and the author lowered his bow, took his right hand over the D Prefecture and closed his eyes.

I focused my attention on the sound of the hall ringing.

Sweet.

Before that, the back door of the stage opened, and the noise was mixed.

"Jane, I've knocked over 100 times, so why aren't you responding! Pick up the phone. He comes in contact with me too."

I didn't hear a knock.

A distracted author was frustrated, but she had never received any important contact before.

After a few accidents, the team's sub-master, Jarod Lee, allowed him to wear it freely while practicing.

"Got it."

It was when the device was powered off.

Dingdong, Dingdong, Dingdong, Dingdong ―

Thousands of unsettling messages,

The author was prompted to turn the device off again.

'If Jarod comes in person, it'll be an important call.'

While I was trying to check the phone list during my absence, a call came back.

[Sender: Mr. Yong Gun]

It was a name I haven't seen in a while.

The Yong clan, who used to be a teacher when they were doing silver advertising.

'If you're contacting him, it's natural for Jarod to react like that.'

The author received a call right away.

[Jane, hello.]

A voice, a tone that hasn't changed a bit.

I felt like going back to silver advertising school for a very short time.

South Korea, silver ads, family with old friends and gifted people.

I hit the puffy perfume.

He promised to refrain from going to Korea until he found the butterfly.

"Teacher Yong? What did you contact me about?"

[I know that there have been three SR + + class transfers without precedent in Korea.]

"I saw the news. I heard that Yong Clan and Senior Heat Fighter's team accidentally blocked it."

[I don't think it's a coincidence.]

Yongzegun said the incidents related to the South Korean and Yongzhou clans were in turn reported.

A hallucination gate.

After solving the incident, there was also a red wall mass suspected of being the descendant of the Yong clan.

Rescheduled and returned Salmonella fever to find the Red Wall Syndrome.

Suddenly, the Red Wall Bar stopped searching and became a seer.

An unprecedented turnover in the arena where he went as a rookie.

[I don't think this is all a coincidence. That butterfly you told me about, you're still looking for it, right?]

There was a laughter in the sound of the gun.

'· · · I think I have a face that is so ecstatic that I feel bad.'

I've heard that voice before.

It was the same voice that I heard when I proposed to the descendants of the Dragon clan in front of the Dragon Dragon and Cheongryong without fear of the Silver Advertising Senior Fever.

[As if butterflies led the eternal lake team when the transition appeared in Manchester without precedent. Maybe our dragons were attracted to something, too.]

The voice of the propaganda was ominous, but the content contained the clues of Heman Butterfly, who had been searching for authority for more than a decade.

[And there are factions that have the skills to penetrate this unprecedented epidemic. They almost got wiped out a while ago, and now they're working with the Ho clan. The Ho are caught in the middle of a silver commercial.]

The feeling of solvency fits very well with what he is interested in doing.

The fever is being baptized by the blue dragon and the descendants of the dragon clan are being slapped on the cheeks during the struggle and flew away into the blue tiger.

And when I saw that, I thought, "Those two are gonna get married someday." A proposition that says,

After all, the descendants of the heathen and dragon clan fell in love and immediately got married as soon as they graduated from the silver advertisement.

The feeling of solvent was believable.

[Come to Silver Advertisement, Jane. I think the situation is moving around the Ho clan in Silver Advertising. Do you want to contact the Ho? There are a lot of people among the Ho people who can't live and die because of the sound you make. I saw two ministers burst at your concert last time, Jane will catch you if you contact her directly.]

"Thank you. I'll think about it."

[Yes, I'll see you in Korea.]

I thought about it, but I was confident that Zhejiang would go to Korea.

"Jane?"

"I want to go to Korea."

It looks like it's moving the way you think it is.

I couldn't miss the butterfly clue.

"What do you mean suddenly, Jane? Why do you say that? What the hell did Mr. Dragon say?"

Jared Lee seemed to be saying something, but the author had already begun to plan a performance in his head.

There are people who like the sound of authority in the Ho clan, so I have to hold a concert in a silver commercial and send an invitation.

Performing in silver commercials may be convenient for the merchant, but it's a good idea to do it in an association with many memories.

"Jane, Jane? Are you listening?"

"If you're not going, I'm going alone."

"How can I let you go alone! · · · I'll schedule it from now on. When are you going? Half a year later? In three months at the earliest?"

"No, as soon as possible. One week later."

"Dear Jane. Team mates who are responsible for team scheduling may cry."

"I'm sorry, then I'll go alone."

"· · · · · No, I was wrong. Don't ever go alone."

Jarod Lee faded out of the recital hall crying.

'Going to Korea · · ·.'

There were many people who wanted to see Korea.

'Some people have difficulty sending invitations. Maybe we should prepare another gift.'

I can't send you an invitation, but I want you to come.

With that in mind, the author lifted up the violin of the blue body.

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I think I noticed something in the conversation with Octoyeon at the time of the baseball court.

The abrupt endorsement of the author due to the request for that allowance.

A remark by the Emperor in his thirties that the Emperor was about to make contact with officials of the Ho clan.

The words of the author who came to find the butterfly.

'· · · The author is not here to find the clan.'

It is difficult to conclude that there is still insufficient information.

"There."

I frowned at Kim Yuri's butterflie-shaped hairpin.

"I came all the way to Korea to find butterflies, but I still don't like butterflies."

What am I supposed to do?

Kim Yuri, who lost his horse by seeing an authoritarian who speaks an unknown dialect.

The authoritarian began to sound increasingly strange.

"That hairpin, don't wear it while I'm playing. I hate having butterflies."

"Yes?!"

I don't think butterflies really like it.

Even in the game, I thought it was a very unusual character, but the real thing was added.

"I'll give you this instead. I think it'll suit you."

The author pulled out his hairpin and gave it to Kim Yuri.

A hairpin that imaged the maggots.

Hairpins representing petals in platinum, flowers in imperial topaz.

The accessories that the world-class violinist tried to wear during the performance were being transferred for incomprehensible reasons.

'You're just giving it to me now. Because Kim Glass hates wearing butterfly-shaped hairpins while playing?'

When Kim Yuri is not responding at all to anything out of common sense.

Phew.

The author threw a hairpin at Kim Yuri, who had no color to accept.

"Uh-huh? Now, wait a minute. Your Highness?!"

Kim Yu received a reflective head accessory.

If you're a player in silver commercials, it was natural to just grab them.

I'm sure he knew it and threw it.

Kim Yuri's accessories made him look satisfied.

"Change it before you start playing."

"Yes? Your majesty? No, you're kidding, right?"

The author shook his head firmly in Kim Yuri's words, as if sincerely.

This time, the author looked at Irena.

Irena's eyes widen.

"· · · Do you play violin?"

A violin-shaped badge on Irena's uniform.

Students playing violin on the strings were all wearing badges.

"Oh, yeah! I haven't even finished the scale books of Hrymaly and Siradic yet."

"Huh? That's a scaling and fingering exercise book. Why are you still trying to get into the basics?"

"Violin started coming to school, so I want to work hard and play songs that you wrote one day."

Irena barely breathed and talked to the author.

"What do you use a violin for?"

"I'm wearing a violin from school. The model in use is · · ·."

Over 50 years after the acquisition of the Yellow Name Group, the model name was released by a professional brand of musical instruments.

10 million won is a lighter model.

A stringed instrument famous for having no ceiling at all.

Among other things, it was difficult to say that it was the most expensive of the violins because it was treated as the most expensive woodwork.

However, less than two months after I started to turn on the violin, Irena seemed to have enough for practice.

The Emperor really doesn't save money for the sound. '

While admiring the money of the Yellow Name Foundation.

The author looks at Irena with a shocked face.

"You're a player. Why don't you use a violin made of merit?"

Irena and Kim Yuri opened their mouths.

Are you serious?

There are not many craftsmen who make things by merit.

There is only one artisan in the world who produces violins at the moment.

"We know that a violin made of talent is several times more expensive than a player car. '

No matter how much money the Yellow Name Foundation saves, buying a talented violin for billions of dollars will be difficult.

No, there was an event where some faction offered to buy the expensive instrument.

'Thinking about it, there was a portrayal of a talented musical instrument given to students by an impressed faction at a silver commercials year-end student presentation.'

The events mentioned in the students' conversation began to burst and the presence was faint shortly thereafter, which marked the event of the Plago concrete collapse.

When I was distracted by the authoritarian's sudden remarks.

Irena gave an exemplary answer to the authoritarian's low-world painting.

"Yes? Ha, but I still want to play the talented violin one day, if I get the chance!"

"· · · Yes."

Well done, Irena.

Irena, who overcame the crisis so nicely that she hoped the conversation would go away completely.

However, the provocative behavior of the author became more severe.

"Take this."

The author gave Irena an item card.

The golden violin on the card.

'It's a violin made of merit!'

Given the card border, rarity is SSR-class.

I don't know if the + will stick to the back, but the first school senior I saw today is not a jaw-dropping gift to juniors for playing violin.

'Though I thought the author was an unusual character, he added more than I thought!'

In front of us, the frightened author was handing out a card with an indifferent face.

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