Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

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[Kim Yu] I think your fans and the Art Department and the Oriental Art Collection will be here.

[Kim Yu] We might be crowded, so let's go in with the other half of us!

[Kim Yuri] I'm so sorry. I had to be careful when posting on the board. I was being abused because of me, and it was hard to get back to school.

Device message from the morning.

A review post on the Silver Advertising Community Comprehensive Bulletin posted yesterday by Chief Kim Yuri.

Mingreen got caught up in the keyboard battle that was in that article.

'It's not glass's fault. There's a lot of weird people on the Internet.'

When Mingreen was doing his work, there was a lot of garbage in the house that made no sense.

The main thing about plagiarizing Mingreen this time was that it didn't hit much.

Ming Green replied that he was fine.

[Kim Yu] I'll take bagel chips and maple milk tea for real apologies. Let's eat with the kids!

[Kim Yu] See you at the front door.

Mingreen turned off the hologram and prepared to go to school.

AR Glass on hood jumper.

A player's shoe that can handle Mingreen's abilities and physical abilities.

When Mingreen breathes and opens the front door after he's finished preparing for the pans.

Someone was standing.

"Oh, what a surprise!"

Angry Mingreen's front.

The black marble under my eyes stands like a masterpiece.

"· · · Since when have you been there? What's going on?"

Song Dae-Seok did not answer.

Ming Green and Song Dae-Sook have been friends since before entering kindergarten.

Without hearing the answer, Ming Green guessed why Song Dae-woong came.

'The marble gave it to me.'

Songdae came all the way out of the room.

A blurry face of stone was looking at Mingreen due to the lack of sunlight.

Ming Green hesitates.

"Aren't you going to school with me? We're all good. I'm also a teacher."

Song Dae-Stone shakes his head.

Mingreen's shoulders sag when he looks at his head.

Ming Green thought that if he first got courageous and went to school, Song Dae-green might also go to school.

'Not with my powers.'

Mingreen pretended to have a bright voice.

"· · · I'll just finish my morning class with half the kids. I'm going to play this afternoon."

"Got it."

The voice of tons of submerged rock.

Today, Song Dae-Seok will be alone in the room watching satellite observations.

Just as Ming Green was distracted by the painting, Song Dae-green fell into the player satellite.

Thinking about the back of the rocks to watch the monitor in the dark room, Mingreen felt depressed.

"I'll go."

"Goodbye."

After breaking up with Song Dae-Stone.

Mingreen began to run by picking the route of the road.

While running, my head was filled with worries about my friend.

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Monday morning.

The day after the first grade 0 and a half teacher's day, a review post exploded in the Ming Green White incident.

Kim Yuri suggested that we get together at the front door in case, and all the other half of the children said yes.

I usually moved from the residential area to the first grade building, but today I headed towards the front door.

'It's too early.'

Silver commercials in front of the front door clock tower.

From the time the Clock Tower pointed to, there was still much time left until the promised time.

Let's do something while we wait.

'Let's file a complaint about the bulletproof middle school.'

The bulletproof middle school where the facilities were badly fallen.

A brilliant award-winning teacher and parents' association, and an impressive third floor.

I was objectionably suspicious and subjectively forced to express my personal feelings very strongly.

In the game, blind money often described what happened in junior high.

Plemago gave me a lot of sweet potatoes like that, but I didn't give him anything like that.

'Let's do it thoroughly.'

Financial Disclosure Bulletin during the Education Office home page.

When you complete the article by checking the main budget and additional budget statement, and the closing statement.

Tubbuck, Tubbuck · · ·

A pack of zombies appears on the side of Mount Cheonak with a lifeless footsteps.

What the hell is that? '

I was wearing a silver advertising uniform or gym uniform.

Clothes were like that, but they were muddy on the face, and they looked like a beggar or a vagrant or a zombie.

I was in third grade because I saw the color of my nameplate.

I heard students in school murmuring.

"Looks like third-grade seniors."

"Hush, why are you being such a jerk?"

"· · · That's the third grade 0 and a half."

"Crazy bastards who fought the Wall?"

Thirty or so third-graders who looked like they were walking a little less.

They stood in front of the clock tower at the front door.

"Why do you do that from Monday?"

"Why are you filming?"

"I felt like I should put it on first."

"What? What the hell?"

A student with the lowest upper limb in the third grade 0th grade popped out to the front.

Sanghai used the item card.

Fieueung!

A powerful flare launched into the sky.

Sanghazi emits a bifurcated wave and trims the horde of light into a letter shape.

I was surprised by the sophisticated bifurcated control skills, but I was just amazed by the finished letters.

[Section] 3rd Grade 0 Half Loss [Blessing]

I did something, and I surrendered in front of the clock tower at the front door.

'Did you want to give up like that?' '

I liked the look on my face, so I didn't think I was doing it.

Nevertheless, it was amazing to declare surrender in such a conspicuous way.

The Silver Advertising Problem Group was a zero-third grade and zero-third grade down loser.

"Goodbye, righteous man! Wow, Mr. Lee Yeon-hwa won."

"Hello! I saw a high-powered flare on the flight, and I came in a hurry."

"You're early, Deputy Commander."

During the third grade's zero-grade rides, half our children arrived.

"What are those seniors doing?"

"Let's see the bulletin board."

Waiting for Mingreen.

A third grade 0th class viewed the photos and overview of the mid-submission review with half the children.

[Teacher's Day Anniversary, Grade 0 and 3 vs. Teacher's Revenge Match]

[Event: Paintball Game]

[Place: Some designated areas within Cheonak Mountain]

"Paintball game?"

"It's a game where we shoot paint bullets at each other to cover our losses. It's also called Survival. There are a variety of individual rules, but they usually work out when the paintballs hit the ground."

"I guess it's out if I just bury the paint. I read that the weapon wasn't limited to a gun."

"I think a gun would be most convenient without any skills or fanaticism."

Those who shielded around a point off the Cheonak Mountain trail.

It was a survival, paintball game.

"Did Mr. Lee Yeon-hwa take out all the juniors in the third grade by himself? Awesome."

"You don't even have a card painting? How did you fight in there for three nights and four days from Friday to Monday morning?"

There was also a picture in the middle.

It looks like the third grade 0th class recorded a moment of victory in advance and placed recording devices all over the field.

However, the record only captured moments of humiliation and defeat.

"· · · · · ·."

"You're the master of your faction's understanding, right? · · · · · Uh, um."

Among the numerous photographs, the best cuts were:

Zero and a half students walking around, vigilant.

Afterwards, apply a disguise cream to your face and hang it upside down on a barefoot tree.

The painting of the door with the knife in its mouth was a silent look at the student who was about to be hunted.

'Shooting paintballs makes a sound, so I used a knife to stop it.'

An amulet that hunted down all the third grade children by itself.

At least one captain survived the battle, but was eventually defeated in the last one-on-one battle.

'But the mid-submission review? Any final surrender reviews? There's no review of surrender in the first place.'

What's up with the final surrender review?

"Uh, there's something else."

"Teacher Lee Yeon-hwa's review?"

Turning to another article on the comprehensive board, there was a post that someone from the SNS of Jeomyeon wrote.

[Played well with my class.]

Bring me the carnation as promised!

Cute things ~ ^ 0 ^

# Teacher's Day Late # Did you get the energy of the universe? # You guys aren't for me # But you're a lot of people.]

A self-portrait of a third-grader 0th grade surrender.

Unlike those who became zombies, the boots looked very fine.

I can't believe I played a one-on-one survival game in the wild for three nights and four days.

'But they're cute in the eyes of Jeongyeon.'

The distribution and turnover of teachers who overwhelmed the third grade 0th class alone remained different.

Then another unexpected situation erupted.

"That would be fun."

"Isn't that right? You seniors are having so much fun!"

I don't know what Han and Irena are talking about.

"I think it'll be fun!"

"Uh, can you do this in my class?"

I also told bullshit about overtime and blindness.

After that, the eclipse also began to shine a little.

"· · · envious. We also play Survival Paintball,"

"Here comes Mingreen."

Kim Yuri, who was very active, stopped talking before making irreversible remarks.

Fortunately, the real Mingreen was jumping in the shadows over there, avoiding the human eye.

Thanks to you, the subject has changed.

'But if half of us want to, we have to.'

My playable character, if NPC wants to.

I turned my back, but when the second story comes up, I have to make a plan too.

Last time I had a group picnic in the second grade 0th grade, and I realized that my peninsula is 0th grade.

"Huh? There's no one."

"I hit that mess. Strange."

First grade 0th grade entrance.

The surroundings were frozen as usual.

Yesterday, fans of art clubs and Ming Green were so distracted by the comments.

"You're here."

Eight of us went into the building, and a nearby teacher spoke.

I wonder if the Hangouts who checked the bulletin board came in advance and took care of it all.

He's got a nasty face.

If you look at that face, people are just going to be on their own.

"Hello! Your teacher has arranged for you. · · Thank you!"

"Go, thank you."

Kim Yuri said brightly and greeted Mingreen, who was buried among the children.

The man who was looking at eight of us asked.

"Did you guys go to the yard with Mingreen?"

"Yes! I had a bulletin board job yesterday."

"· · · Yes."

A close-up that had a tight face because I was looking at the Mingreen polar fans.

The face of the hammer changed gently.

"Mr. Neighborhood, I brought sweets and red tea. Eat with me!"

Kim Yuri smiles as she lifts up her shopping bag and nods.

The first grade 0 class gathered in the classroom early in the morning had the same morning tea time.

Newspaper activities were also conducted after school.

The device paid for by the school was placed in the classroom locker and directed to the closed area.

'Today, my disciple will grow.'

The fever that was hard because 'Swallowing Proficiency' didn't work out.

I've had enough rest and I've been working hard on the image, so it'll be better than it was last time.

Sitting on the teacher's classroom desk waiting for a fever.

Ding-dong.

A message has been sent to the synchronized device.

A message from the newspaper director.

[Emergency convening, come to the newspaper in less than five minutes.]

What happened to the newspaper?

It bothers me, but I couldn't leave my playable character, my pupil, and my promise.

There is Emperor Ho among the attachés, so I will take care of him no matter what.

"Teacher! I'm sorry I'm late!"

The moment the hologram was switched off, a fever appeared.

I didn't make excuses for the fever, but I overheard that Margin had a problem.

"I didn't wait too long, so it's okay. I heard you were busy at the student council, but didn't I take your time?"

"I'm also working hard on the student council! Don't tell me you're reducing class time."

I panicked at my words and said,

I was worried that my mouth would reduce the class time.

I pulled the transparent box out of my pocket as if I wanted to change the subject.

"It's a little late, but it's carnation! I made it my flame."

There was a carnation flame in a box half the size of the palm of the hand.

Father's Day will be carnated by the descendants of Eun Ho, and on Teacher's Day by the fever.

I feel a tingle in my stomach.

"· · · Thanks. But let's keep the class light today."

"Yes?"

I had a feverish voice, but I had no intention of retracting my words.

"You're going to chess this week."

Based on the factional findings, we will meet as rivals against the Cold War.

Ends