Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

Mingreen wore the item I gave him without a clue.

A Mingreen who came to the front door of the first grade classroom, but couldn't get in.

It seems to me that there were a lot of people in the midterm based on the Mingreen criteria.

"If you go in, I'll give you the item."

"Oh, okay!"

Mingreen that swallows the saliva once and reaches for the classroom door.

In the meantime, I've run a pre-set program to get the device up and running.

Rest Profit ―

The classroom door opened, and Mingreen, who was looking around the classroom, opened his mouth.

It seems surprising, but Mingreen didn't run away.

"Uh, this is · · ·. Master, it's the bathroom!"

The AR Glass I gave to Mingreen.

The AR glass was an instrument that, when synchronized with the device, showed a mix of reality and fiction through eyeglass balls.

Mingreen is wearing an augmented reality device in the form of spectacles, instead of the unparalleled horn spectacles he wore to hide his face.

'You should create a familiar environment to catch Mingreen.'

It was my idea that the toilets of her teacher, Hong Kyung-suk, would be better than the classroom where Ming Green had fled before.

The AR glass interlocked with my device made my classroom look like a redcoated toilet.

When Ming Green shook the Korean art scene, it was not difficult to imitate the photos of the toilets that two people were working on in the media.

'The size and structure of Hong Kyung-suk's bathroom and classroom are different, but they are not perfect.'

The classroom desk turned out to look like a lacquered wooden table, and the room walls were decorated with red-green and min-green paintings.

A bottle of Hanji, Fleas, Quarry, Quarry, Quarry, and Groundcloth with water and gold on the empty desk.

If I wear the AR glass with the filter I configured, I'll only see the first grade 0th grade classroom in the bathroom.

There was more to it than background filters.

"You're really here!"

"She's from the midterm."

"Wow, he's green!"

First grade 0-and-a-half children sitting in a circle.

With the exception of Mingreen, there are now a total of seven people in the classroom.

On a min-green basis, many people were in the classroom but did not run away.

Instead, I muttered in a frozen voice.

"Chicken · · · · · · Rock · · · Violin · ·."

Ming Green looked back at Moonlight, Blind Money, and Irena.

"Yes?"

"· · · What?"

"Oh, you're talking about the filter set on the 'marker' the righteous gave you!"

Irena is right.

Unlike the immobile background, it was difficult to filter the moving person by making the AR device recognize them in real time.

There was a technology that complemented it, and there was a technology in this world.

That's a private marker.

'I'm glad the AR Glass and exclusive marker store didn't close early last night.'

The marker could have been designated a human face, but when the face was not captured perfectly in the AR glass's camera, the marker could not be recognized and the filter could have been turned off.

'That way, Mingreen will panic.'

In this world, an AR glass or device could use an electronically recognizable dedicated marker to overlay virtual information for that marker.

In other words, if half the children were wearing pre-distributed markers, the AR glass could always make half the children look like they were wearing the filters I specified.

"Hey! What a rock, Deputy Commander!"

"Chicken? Why?"

By the way, half of our children are in a unified state with a cotton doll that is about a third grade.

The cotton doll wore an apron specifically for use in the red-eye bathroom, but had no other time to care.

At the very least, I set the distinction to look like a picture on the face of a cotton doll.

The picture on his face, the soundtrack was a chicken and the money was a stone.

"I didn't have time to design because I cared so much about the background."

I thought it was enough if I didn't look like a person anyway.

"Green, what do I look like?!"

"Look at me, too."

Soon the children gathered around Mingreen.

Ming Green replied to the children in a panic.

Mingreen looks like a bunch of cotton dolls are coming and talking, so you don't feel threatened.

"So, he's a chicken, he's a rock, and he's..."

This is the picture I gave each of our half-children cotton dolls.

Quadruplets, chicken.

Blind money, rocks.

Irena, the violin.

Huangji-ho, tiger.

Kim Yuri, the maggots.

Han, cake.

Finally, me chess piece.

"Hey, can I change you?!"

"Oh, what is it! What's wrong with the two of us?"

All the other children, including the Emperor, liked his picture and did not have a problem, but there was a strong repulsion of overtime and blindness.

Between what the two of them said, I watched Mingreen exchange the device code with the other girls.

'I've had an ignorant operation to manipulate visual information. Thank goodness.'

When a person with an unspecified number of traumas sees people in front of their eyes, they usually react differently.

'Mastoderma, sociophobia is not just a matter of mind. There are a lot of people in front of you, and the moment you realize that, no matter what your will, your body reacts.'

The brain, which receives visual information from someone, overproduces hormones and adrenaline through the hypothalamus and pituitary glands, causing abnormalities in the body.

Pupils will expand, hearts will beat greatly, blood pressure will rise, hands and feet will tremble due to intense muscles, and the pace will become frustrated as if clogged.

In the end, a situation where the body cannot be controlled by will comes, chooses to flee or collapses from it.

'It's impossible to heal Mingreen's fundamental trauma right now. However, if Mingreen is willing to overcome it, it will be possible to help.'

On the day of the midterm, Ming Green ran away looking at our half of the kids who had nothing to say.

In other words, the number of people who saw the problem there.

I thought, well, maybe we should manipulate the visual information and trick the brain first.

And to that extent, it was possible at the technological level of this world.

"Green, are you okay with that? I even prepared a non-sugar ginger cookie."

"Eat something sweet."

"So you want to eat the Liege waffles? Pearl Sugar is best melted in half."

Rest Profit ―

It was still before the class bell rang, but the hammer type came in advance.

I didn't hide the kids preparing for the teacher's day party, so I thought I was early to spare time during the ordinance.

He was surprised to see Mingreen sitting among the children.

"There are eight of you."

"Yes, thanks to you!"

Kim Yuri summarized what happened today and told Ham Hyung-hyung.

When I gave the children a marker, the explanation was as follows:

When Ming Green hears what he left behind during the midterm, he supposedly covers his face a lot.

So let's use AR glass and markers to help Mingreen adapt to school.

"Yes, you did."

He smiled softly as he looked at the marker in the form of a badge worn by the children.

A smiling, nasty face nods at me with a small nod.

I think it's my own thank-you.

"Hey, hey, here. A gift!"

At the end of his words, Mingreen ran in front of him and handed out a paper bag.

What Mingreen had in his paper bag was a carnation painting.

Wild carnation represented only by black lines.

The delicate leaves depicted as Cefilo and the boldly drawn stems are lively.

"Did you draw it yourself? Wow."

"Totally well drawn!"

"Wow, it's like a painting in an art museum!"

Ming Green, who lived as a deserter, did not use good materials, but her painting was full of talent and qualities.

"Thank you, Mingreen."

He smiled very brightly and accepted the painting.

This painting was painted by Shindong from the Korean art community, so it can't be worth too much, but it was concluded that it still belongs to Mingreen and is decorated in the classroom.

"Then let's call the teacher's grace and cut the cake!"

Kim Yuri stood beside the hammock with a carnation flower basket.

After singing all the teacher's grace songs together, I started a refreshment.

I was worried that Ming Green might not have escaped in the middle, but he sat down to the end and joined us.

"It's been a long time since I've had this conversation with a child, not marble."

I heard Mingreen muttering in a very small voice.

Teacher's Day.

Our class has eight students, achieving 50% attendance.

Lunch time.

A bench on a first grade walkway.

After lunch, I sat and thought about picking up a can of coffee for supper.

'Mingreen said he would go to school in the morning, so he achieved a 50% attendance rate.'

Ming Green said he would attend a common class in the first grade and class in the morning.

I also gave you a drop of water with the breath of mermaids that I promised AR Glass as a gift for the school.

The AR Glass was Mingreen who said he would buy it for his own money, but he listened to the price and kept his mouth shut.

Ming Green apologized and promised to paint one of his desired paintings.

'· · · If you sell it, there will be a few AR glasses left in the accident.'

Of course, I had no intention of selling the painting my playable character drew.

'I wonder what the painting will look like once Mingreen has completely overcome the trauma.'

Mingreen's painting will not be accepted until she takes off her AR glass and goes to school later.

When I thought about it and drank all the canned coffee, I heard a voice that I knew.

"I wanted to have lunch with Green."

"Looks like there's a lot of people in the restaurant."

"Next time, let's take a takeout and eat together outside or in the classroom!"

"Yes!"

Irena and Han heard Kim Yuri's voice.

You failed to hold Mingreen until lunch today.

But from next week, Mingreen will be having lunch with those three.

"I have an introductory mini-test on aesthetics today. I'll go first."

"Yeah, see you at regular hours!"

"I'll see you later, Han."

The next lesson is an introduction to the ENERGY of Public Hearing with Han.

Han waved his hand and headed to the classroom with a bell.

I was thinking about going to class with Hahn in advance.

"Oh, my goodness!"

"Good, I was going to send a message to the goddess!"

You two have something to say to me.

Kim Yuri and Irena approached me while I was sitting on the bench drinking canned coffee.

"You know, righteousness. I have a favor to ask you."

I don't know what you're asking, but I hope it's not a ticket.

"Me and Lena and Hyodon. You've been around the flower market for three years. But Hyodon didn't seem very interested in flowers, so I told him to wait in the VR game room."

Kim Yuri told me what the Carnation Procurement team was going through.

Tired of watching the flower market all night.

Kim Yuri offered to rest elsewhere in consideration of the blinding money.

But he hesitated and said he would continue to follow.

"I think he wanted to buy a carnation. Later, he asked me to help him see what we live on. He said he'd give it to the middle school teacher."

In the middle school of Blind Money, I was told that the military teacher was the only one in charge of mathematics in the third grade.

"I bought a basket of flowers, went to Namdaemun Materials Market together, bought and put on some mathematical symbol-shaped ornaments, and I'm hesitant whether or not I'm going to tell them."

"That's right. I left a basket of flowers in my classroom locker, but I don't think I even contacted the middle school or the teacher."

"This way, Hyodon won't be able to deliver the Carnation message on Teacher's Day."

Do you hesitate on the subject of living to the Carnation?

'I don't want to know the contact details of the third wall without a smartphone until now, and I don't want to contact a school without a mouse horn.'

If you go to him yourself, he won't be easy to step on.

'After class, I wouldn't be going to work unless I was on night duty.'

Middle school finishes class earlier than high school.

I'll miss my chance to pass the carnation today while I hesitate.

"Son of a bitch, can I help you? I want to help myself, but Hyodon seems to be having a hard time with me and Lena."

Kim Yuri blurred his tail.

I can't even talk to the two of you yet.

'I think the stonehead is a teacher who admires math enough, but if you don't give me the carnation today, I'll regret it.'

Middle School of Blind Money.

The habit of blindness.

Today's lesson and the rest of the time.

Thinking in my head, I came up with the answer to what to do.

Unlike the ticket, I think I can help with this easily.

'Sir, I'm sorry. Han, I'm sorry.'

This afternoon's class, ENERGY Introduction, is going to fall apart again, but I can't help it.

"Got it."

Kim Yuri and Irena answered in a reassuring voice.

"Wow, thank you!"

"Thank God."

Suddenly the two of them looked at my face and opened their eyes and smiled at each other.

Why would you do that?

"You know, I'm relieved that your conscience is making that look!"

I was making that look suspicious again.

When you plan how to take the money and move to the classroom.

After the cherry blossoms ran out, I found a person trembling on a rare cherry blossom road.

'Joo Soo-hyuk · ·?'

Expecting a depressed face on a tree.

'That's the look you make when things don't go well.'

I knew it right away, the Goman of Mangem.

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