Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

In front of the silver advertising front door.

I can't even see a student preaching because it's already sundown.

It was when the lighted clock tower pointed to the time promised to Hong Gyu-bin.

"My Lord, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Let's get in."

A player car that stops in front of the gate.

I heard Hong Gyu-bin's voice through the open window.

It was the first time that Hong Gyu-bin spoke in such a bright voice after his first meeting.

'Since then, I've met her when I was working.'

Hongyubin, who was always dressed up, but whose eyes were bloody or lifeless.

Still, today I looked energetic.

In particular, the face of Hong Gyu Bin, who stopped by the newspaper room and saw a paper envelope full of magazines, was vibrant.

"You must have been busy. Are you okay if you don't rest?"

"Of course. I was going to have a drink with my men today anyway. I'm more tired of going there."

"Oh, was it a ceremony?"

My boss has fallen out of the service, so my men won't like it.

"No. I was just having a drink with two or three of the guys you saw before."

"The last time you saw me at school, you said,"

"Yes. It's hard for Yoon to break up with his girlfriend. I tried to buy you a drink. I gave you a card."

So, you two had a drink with Yoon Delegate and Jung Temple.

I remembered the rattling of Jung Temple.

I think I'd be more flattered without Hong Gyu-bin, but I don't know if Yoon's surrogate would be okay.

"I was the one who looked like a proxy. '

Last April.

In the middle of the incident, Jung Temple once told her that Yoon surrogate was a car.

Yoon's surrogate is still in shock.

'You must have liked it a lot.'

I think Jeong Temple is comforting you. I don't know if you two can go get a drink.

"It was made by the newspaper, right? Oh, my God. Did you have so many pictures of Mr. Zegal as a young man? Where the hell did you guys get this?"

While I'm in the passenger seat wearing a seat belt.

Hong Gyu-bin opened a magazine and gave an elongated admiration.

I didn't feel any fatigue on the face of Hong Gyu-bin looking at the table of contents.

"There's also a holographic chip in the interview record! I've never seen anything in the table of contents. Have you interviewed here too? · · · · ·. Oh, there was a time when I was a little busy and I couldn't check. That's when."

You don't have to sit like this and listen to Hong Gyu Bin's magazine opener and admirer.

When I started to think about running away, Hong Gyu-bin took his gaze off the magazine.

"Then where are we going? Do you want to start shopping or do you want to start eating?"

I didn't have the items I needed, and I didn't even think about the menu I wanted to eat.

When I was thinking about turning the random menu board app, Hong Gyu Bin said he would guide me to a restaurant he knew.

Hongyubin asked if he was allergic, entered his destination in the navigation, and drove the player car into manual mode.

When the short drive is finished.

I don't have a sign. '

The place where Hong Gyubin stopped was in front of a Kiwa house in Hanok Village, Northern Village.

There was a large parking lot, but there was no clue that it was a restaurant.

'I can feel a bipolar wave in the biliary.'

A huge gate coming out along a tall wall.

The gate had a red altar and a blue altar adorned with finely decorated bronze.

Bite-

"Welcome, Hongyubin."

As he stood in front of the gate of Hong Kyu-bin and the gate, the gate was opened, and the man in a hanbok was greeted.

I don't think I made a reservation.

Hongyubin was the VIP here.

'Looks like a Korean restaurant that operates as a membership. A place like this is hard to come by without talent or connections.'

Hongyubin may be much better born than I thought.

Following him, he walks with a long, stilettos of various colours, and a sperm with his feet hanging.

One sperm was distributed per guest.

Hong Gyu-bin, sitting in a silk room, took out a horse.

"Oh, there's only one menu here. It changes every day."

The menu board did not exist, as Hong Gyu Bin said.

As soon as I settled down, the prepared food immediately began to come out.

The main dish is an ultra-hot bath made of olive oil.

The ingredients were also great, but I was impressed by the cleanliness of the chicken this year.

"Let's talk about it slowly, then. We have good security here, so we can talk."

Chocolate candy ( Decoction).

It was a traditional beverage that was boiled in honey with a grapefruit and almonds seeded from a fiddle.

"What happened to the onboard party?"

"That's what I said in advance. It was tricky to manipulate the player's satellite records."

Hong Gyubin briefly described the player association's response.

It seems that Joo and TC have had a little trouble responding to the desire to do this.

'This much, though, would not have noticed the veins. · · · · · · Not yet.'

Those planted inside the association were swept away by the hallucination gate.

I'll get the information back from the association in a different way.

"If my conscience hadn't prepared for that day, I'd still be working overtime. Hahaha!"

The light in Hong Gyu Bin's eyes disappeared for a while.

Hongyubin has a lot of work to do in the future, so you should throw some carrots to avoid falling too slowly.

'Hongyubin seems to have a lot of money, so there's only a lot of material for throwing carrots.'

Besides, I don't think there's a problem between the two of you yet.

I have to keep an eye on this part.

I moved on to the next topic.

"I want to hear about the westerners I told you about."

Hong Kyu-bin hardened his face when he heard the word "trickery."

"That grumpy, grumpy faction."

I'm not saying that Hong Gyu-bin can be crummy and squeamish in a magazine.

"I saw how interested the Westerners were in my background, and I started to feel more stubborn knowing that they had foresight skills."

Background on Hong Gyu Bin?

Then, Emperor Ho said it was fun to be a player before Hong Gyu-bin.

He said he had even made a few observations.

I don't know that Hong Gyu Bin almost had another strange faction attached to him.

"It bothers me too, so I ended up being blessed, and I became more annoyed. It was the stupidest choice of my life to have the blessing of a trickster."

Hong Kyu-bin sighed.

"Enjoy that tricky human drama. The most extreme human hymnalist I know." I love these things, "he said," the most creepy thing to do is write a disrespectful word. Perhaps a human with a more dramatic background would have endless underpinnings if it had a plausible ability. "

Dramatic background.

plausible ability.

What immediately came to mind was the authoritarian.

The housekeeping and talent and talent of authoritarians.

Maybe the trick was right for the taste.

'The plotter was in the room of the author that day.'

With his mind locked, Hong Kyu-bin stood up and said.

"Though I think I've been busy lately. I don't think it's a good idea to stay outside the Silver Ad Shield for long. Let's go, goddammit. If you have anything you want, call me right away!"

Hongyubin added a word.

"If you make another good magazine like this, make sure you take my share."

It was just a fast-paced combination.

And arrive in the dormitory room, just before you get ready to go to sleep.

Hongyubin sent a message like a storm.

[Hongyubin] Justin?!

[Hong Gyu Bin] I heard there's two of these. You don't have a first edition?

[Hong Gyu Bin] All three books are in two packs!

[Hong Gyu Bin] It's okay to have a lot of premium. Sell me!

[Hong Kyu-bin] Kyu-shin! Whoa!

There is a stack of second-graders who are obsessed with the first edition.

The thoughts of Zeal Jagger's disciples are all the same.

But there was no way to get a first edition without me.

I fell asleep ignoring Hong Gyu Bin's grumpy and nagging message to let the newspaper manager know.

* * *

The next morning.

In addition to Hong Gyu-bin's crummy message, another bomb fell on me.

'· · · · What is this?'

I have been contacted since the morning by the Jiiqi Council, which receives a surrogate courier within the dormitory.

When I opened the dormitory door, I noticed the courier boxes stacked higher than my height.

The one in the box is the logo of "Dalhousie's Pastry."

It was a set of lunar bunny cakes thrown by Octo Yeon.

[Octo Yeon] Eun Man, you were surprised, right?

[Octo Yeon] I prepared a set of all kinds of bread you sell.

[Octo Yeon] I don't know what the Silver Man likes. One of these loaves must have the taste of a silver man!

[Octo Yeon] Eun Man, have you eaten it all? What do you like best? Which bread is the best? I love the bread with the repairs!

[Octo Yeon] Eun-hyun, Eun-hyun.

[Octo Yeon] Why don't you reply? -

[Octo Yeon] What do you like best!

I haven't even ripped the packaging yet, but Octo's message is pouring out.

I thought it would be more bothersome if I didn't reply. Thank you. I made it simple and turned off the alarm.

'I don't think I can eat it all by myself.'

I picked up a few sets of different kinds of bread and took them to school.

First grade 0 and a half who arrived that way.

There was a child who arrived before me.

"Goodbye, righteous man! I made a blueberry today. Let's eat together."

Kwonna of the lower body.

She was setting up a boring bottle of ice.

When I ate the bread, I thought it was good to be thirsty. I prepared my seat together.

Kwon Lena, who distributed the blueberries in a paper cup, sighed a little.

"Well, it looks purple rather than blue, doesn't it?"

"Yes, I am."

Bo Lena, who heard my answer, made a sad face.

Unlike the original name, blueberries were close to purple and black.

If a blueberry beverage or food is blue, you'll need to mix the edible pigments.

"You're going to see your boss this weekend. I had a gift too big last time, so I wanted to prepare something. What should I do?"

I thought you might want to prepare something blue for the Tinnitus of Authority, the Blue Violinist.

That blue violinist would be happy to have a drink when she floats in the tap.

The blueberry seemed to like the author.

The day I went to see the author, the only food she had ever had before was blueberry jelly.

"Your boss likes blueberries."

"Huh?! Really?"

Kwon Lena, who was dying in the grass, raised her head and gave her a bright face.

"Thank God!"

I was glad to see the face that Kwon Lena was pleased with.

Soon other children went to school to hear her story and come up with a number of ideas.

The best comment was the talent leader, Kim Yuri.

"Then let's prepare something else besides Blueberry Cheung. If you're going to do it in blue, you might want to use blue curaso."

"Blue Curaçao? Isn't that a drink?"

"Blue Curazo is a liqueur type with alcohol and a syrup type with sugar without alcohol."

After hearing Kim Yuri's short description, Kwon Lena decided to make another Bluelemon Cheung.

"You don't have to eat a kind of turquoise, but you put it in a glass jar and it's pretty. Even if you don't eat homemade food, it'll be fine for ornamental use."

"Blue Curaçao · · · · · ·. We have to go buy it today!"

"I bought something while decorating my home cafe. Do you want to come play with us today?"

"Huh? Can I?! Proficient Yuri!"

Kim Yuri's cooking is better, and Kwon Lena has decided to make it with her guidance.

Hando and Thanksgiving were also interested, so I opened a cooking class at Kim Yuri's house after school today.

"Hey, can I come too? You shouldn't have too many family members."

Kim Yuri smiled and replied hesitantly to Mingreen.

"Yeah! It's okay. Nobody's home right now. Come play. Oh, you can just go to sleep!"

"Uh, uh, well, I had a kid who was supposed to have dinner with me, so that's it."

When I heard that conversation, I remembered the developments in the game.

Kim Yuri's father was hospitalized. She's in nursing. '

In the game, Kim Yuri mentally collapsed before and after the first semester's final exam.

And the balance of mind collapsed completely in the wake of the summer break.

'I'm not gonna let that happen.'

I looked at Kim Yuri smiling among the children and thought about what to count.

I also ignored whether I had a suspicious look on my face or whether the Emperor was staring at me with a glimmer of eyes.

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