Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

"· · · What are you doing there!"

Hearing the air taxi's scheduled arrival, the blind money did not react for a few seconds and raised its voice.

"To have a good time."

"Me too!"

Joo Soo Hyuk agreed with me in a bright voice.

Gu confidently looked at the two of us and said, "It's ridiculous.

Su-hyuk who eats two Fretzels to see if he was hungry for that kind of blind money.

Seeing Joo Soo-hyuk's food, he made an impression.

"Oh, you're such a jerk."

"Pretzel, we haven't got any merchants in the country yet and we only eat them when we take an air taxi. You have to eat it now!"

Taking the pretzels of Joo Soo-hyuk away, the food of the younger students became a pretzel advertisement.

I made a better impression as to whether or not I had a similar idea.

"You bastards."

I was holding the Carnation Flower Basket tightly.

'I'm afraid I'll take it again.'

Joo Soo-hyuk also smiled brightly and looked at the basket of flowers that was held by the ferocious money. He seemed to think similar to me.

"I'm not going to splash with that, so just leave it and eat the pretzels."

I don't intend to use persuasion anymore.

If Hyo-hyuk tries to run away from school, I and Su-hyuk will capture him and drag him to the third floor.

"Who's worried about that?!"

Blind money to refute my words with a choking face.

Still hesitating, I put the handle on the flower basket and reached for the pretzel.

You were really worried.

"· · · · · Uh, delicious."

"It's delicious, isn't it? You can have coffee here, too. Gossip, you don't want anything to drink?"

"Recommend me another drink instead of coffee."

"If you don't mind, drink lemonade."

While I was drinking the beverage that Soo-hyuk recommended, I was afraid of the pretzel menu.

Flavored dough made from cinnamon and hazelnut.

I asked him if he seems to be eating too well.

"Didn't you have lunch, too?"

"· · · Uh."

I don't think he's Joo Soo-hyuk's friend. He's not having lunch and he's shaking his palace alone.

"I didn't eat it either! It's good money. Let's stop by school and go eat."

"So why are you guys going there?"

I didn't argue with him that he would eat again, whilst roaring.

The pretzels we're both having are not lunches, but snacks.

Outside of Gyeonggi-do, too.

Mother of Blind Money, Tan Rae Middle School, which arrived in about an hour by air taxi.

"It's like a movie set!"

Su-hyuk admired the old school.

It was called a public middle school, but overall the facilities were badly fallen.

Even the prime school I attended only once was backward.

'Did you even get over the budget from the Bureau of Education? This is a bit harsh.'

The blind money, who looked at the half-rusty door with a nice face, suddenly shouted in a harsh voice.

"Oh, crazy! What's that?"

The end of the blind eye.

Two banners were hung.

[Axis] Silver Advertising School Blind Money [Accepted]

Bulletproof Middle School

[Sir] Proud Son of Bully, Blind Money! Congratulations on accepting the Silver Ad! [Axes]

Bulletproof Middle School General Assembly, Parents' Association

Silver ads that are more emphasized than the name of the blind money.

The letter Silver Advertisement uses large, bold characters and has colorful colors.

'It's not a student council, it's a school, it's a general gathering, it's a parent council.'

The miserable experiences of middle-school remembrance.

There were not only teachers among them who used to make spicy noises about the blind money.

There was also a congregation of parents who represented their parents who had been robbed in protest against the blinding money.

"Motherless bastards."

I stared at the banner as the blind money rolled its teeth.

'It's not the Ipsie season. You were so worried about promoting it that it would be May.'

They didn't even know that the blinding money was sold as a slave to the fight.

Joo Soo-hyuk alternately observes the reaction of banners and blindness money.

"Are you suggesting that this is without consent?"

"Uh."

I would have snuck in because I knew there was no way for me to agree.

It is against the Privacy Act to name and disclose personal information without the consent of any graduate.

"Let's get it down."

I activated the device.

"Gossip, where are you calling?"

"Player Association. These school people are" unconscious bastards "sneaking banners. I don't think it'll work if I talk to them myself."

In the game, and only a short piece of information we have now, it is estimated that the bullets are overflowing with rubbish that is crumbling on the student.

Student rights were improved and the law was maintained, but it was impossible to catch all the teachers who had decades of struggling careers to get rid of the poorly paid, underprivileged and underprivileged students.

'It would be useless to protest in person.'

There were some expected reactions when the blind money protested.

"Where do you hear the grownups doing this?"

"I graduated and I lost my packing."

'I can check with someone who's somewhere and take care of it.'

The above nonsense and out-of-fluid liability evasion remarks.

If you listen to all that crap, you won't demolish the banner.

'If you were a common man, you would go to the municipality, the police, the lawyers, but you can ask the association for help because you are a player.'

The Association's objectives are 'Subjugation of Enemies' and 'Protection of Players'.

Its protection also includes the protection of personal information.

Following the guidance of the association, I had the blind money write a document as a device.

"Can you do this with an electronic signature?"

"Uh, you can just use your name."

"Transmitted."

After completing and transmitting the paperwork with the advice of me and Su-hyuk.

When we go through the front door of the bullets and head to the classroom.

"Demolish it!"

"Oh."

Several middle-aged teachers rushed out of the window to a banner with the name of Hurricane Vengeance.

'The association has been waterlogged a few times, but I think there are only people who are good at their job.'

The teachers of the bulldozers barely succeeded in demolishing the banner after a long time.

In front of the classroom.

The three of us who killed Kichul and came all the way here.

I haven't met any other teachers or students yet.

The blind money murmured while looking at the classroom window.

"· · · There you are."

The current bulletproof middle school is open during the afternoon classes.

I was worried about the third wall of the blind money, but fortunately I didn't have a class.

'That's the third wall of blind money.'

Beyond the scratched glass window.

A shriveled teacher was looking at the work.

Other teachers in the classroom were surfing the web or chatting and laughing.

'The work is done alone.'

It was a middle school where talent like blind money was impressed, so there was no way that the school administration could go back properly.

"What are you doing? I'm not going."

The blinding money didn't take its eyes off the glass window, he said.

"· · · Hey, can't you just deliver it for me?"

Of course not.

"Uh, no."

"Yeah, no."

Me and Su-hyuk spoke decisively at the same time, but the blind money just grabbed the carnation basket and didn't answer anything.

I had to put him in the classroom, but I was thinking.

"er · · · · · · ·."

The third wall of Blind Money looked here and was surprised.

There's no way you can detect someone who's not a player, but how did you know the pupil was here?

He hurried out of his place and jumped toward us.

"Hyodon!"

The door of the classroom opened and a dry hand grabbed the arm of the blind money.

"I don't know how worried I was. Why didn't you ever come to school after the acceptance announcement? I've been to the house a few times, and my father says Hyo-don is busy, and soon the house will be sold and gone!"

"· · · Sorry."

Blind money to hear the silver ad acceptance announcement through the wall.

Blind money was probably sold to the Fight Club right after that.

'He was always worried about the blind money.'

The teacher, who kept talking like a dagger, listened to the apple of blindness and said helplessly.

"Thank you for coming, Hyodon. You're not sick anywhere, are you? How are you eating?"

"· · · Yes."

The two priests who sometimes answered the teacher's worries, but started talking.

Me and Su-hyuk decided to vacate for two.

"I wait outside."

"Yeah, talk to me."

We waited for the blinding money near the nearest building exit in the office.

After about 30 minutes.

A slightly blinded teacher appeared with a basket of flowers in one hand and a drunken money back in the other.

"Is Hyodon a school friend?"

"Yes!"

The teacher was very pleased with Su-hyuk's answer.

"Yes · · ·! You sure you want to call me if anything happens?"

Me and Su-hyuk exchanged device codes for the gift of blind money.

I still have classes and work to do, so I said I was sorry I couldn't buy you a meal, and I said hello to you next time, and he went to the classroom.

"You've been in touch with the teacher, haven't you?"

"· · · Uh, I decided to ask you if you don't know any math problems."

Did you even choose a math class?

He didn't tell me in detail what he was talking about with the wall, but his face was better than ever before he came here.

I would have said thank you.

'I'm glad I delivered Carnation safely. By the way · · ·.'

I looked back at the front door.

Inside the gym, there is also a slight window.

I saw a man sitting on a table with an ugly face who seemed to be writing something to the wall of the blind money.

He was one of those guys who didn't work before.

'· · · The level of facilities is subtle compared to the budget that would have been assigned to the school. Let's put the complaint in the Gyeonggi-do Bureau of Education or the National Newspaper.'

I wrote a complaint post in my head, and I saw my face and said a word.

"Why are you laughing suspiciously again?"

I have such a suspicious face.

Joo Soo Hyuk also said, "Oh, I see! 'Agreed.

The title hero was also rated as suspicious.

Calling an air taxi and waiting.

I spent time at the canteen on a bargain offer.

I selected all the dishes sold at the canteen one by one.

Bake roast, latte, noodles, sundae, mini kimbo, kim marl, fried eggs · · ·.

The table is overflowing with all kinds of snack menus.

"I wanted to try this house."

"You've never been here before? You've never had one?"

"Uh."

I would not have been able to afford to go to the grocery store because I had never received a blind allowance.

Su-hyuk conquered the snack menu without asking any more questions while doubting his face.

It tasted normal, but we ate it all without leaving any menus.

We tried to calculate each other, but the starvation cost was too high and the starvation cost was all paid.

When I arrived at school, the afternoon classes were all over.

I had an evening appointment with Sung Siwan, so I broke up with him in front of the school gate.

I checked the message thread by myself, and I saw a stack of poisonous messages.

'Almost all of them are from our half kids and club people.'

Often, I'm out of work and I send a message asking what's going on with the children.

I told Ham and the newspaper director that the delivery didn't go well.

When I gave you all the answers except for Emperor Ho.

[Mingreen] Hey.

[Mingreen] Send me a picture of my class.

A surprise message has arrived.

Mingreen wondered about the faces of our half-breed.

[I] Yeah.

I sent you a group photo from the last river picnic after the Duck boat race.

Vanti's name is written on it, so it will be distinguished.

I wrote a message specifically called "Chicken Moon Count" on the photo, because the Moon Count has no name.

[Mingreen] · · Lots.

[B] You want to use this picture as virtual visual information?

Edit the faces in the photo and paste them on a cotton doll embodied in AR glass.

If it's a photographed cotton doll, it's very unlikely that the brain will recognize it as a person.

[Mingreen] No.

[Mingreen] I'm going to use it as a portrait.

Mingreen painted the portrait.

Are you planning on drawing the faces of half the kids?

'I think my class liked it.'

They were all good kids, so I took it for granted that I liked them.

The Emperor is a little subtle to say he's a good boy.

[Mingreen] Can I ask you when this was taken?

[B] Picnic time.

[Mingreen] Going to the Han River for a picnic? Did you go to school?

I talked about a picnic where we were halfway there.

Group Van Tee phrase.

A duck race to taste chicken.

A board game dominated by Hammer.

At the end of my explanation, Mingreen said a word.

[Mingreen] Next time I want to go too.

[Mingreen] Not because there are so many people in the Han River, right?

I wish I could take Mingreen as well as Song Daejeon for the next picnic.

I remembered Song Man-seok who was dragging a bicycle from the Han River.

How can we take the two of you on the next picnic, when you're thinking about it?

Someone has been talking.

"Goodbye, righteous man! Sorry to keep you waiting."

It was Sung Siwan who made the dinner appointment.

"No, I came a little early."

"Hahaha, the person who invited you has to come quickly."

In front of the front door of the school.

I and Sung Siwan decided to wait for a man named his cousin.

"Who's your cousin?"

"When I start with my cousin, it's endless!"

Seong Siwan began to boast as if he had waited.

Tough but nice guy.

Strong to strong and weak to weak.

A player with a strong talent.

Excellent player who has never missed the Senior Leader throughout his time at Silver Advertising.

As Sung Siwan said, his cousin's boasting was endless.

"I came to the Ji Ik Society because of my cousin."

"Was your cousin the chairman of Ji Ik, too?"

"No, he was the student president. Thirteen years, no, now I'm in third grade, so 15 years ago. That's when Ji Ik's cousin..."

No way, Sung Siwan's cousin is the student president 15 years ago.

Suddenly, Seongxiwan stopped speaking before the decisive words came out.

"― Uh, I think you're here!"

Air sedan standing in front of us.

The first one was a driver's seat.

Then the one who got off the driver's seat opened the back door.

"Brother! Long time no see!"

Sung Siwan laughed and said that his cousin was a person I knew.

Fifteen years ago, the student president was a playable character.

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