Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

A black tent called "Him" or "Him."

The black film is aiming for the first grade of silver advertising.

'The youth retreat was the one that caused the black tent to procure the sacrifices!'

A youth retreat in the game came to mind.

In the dark.

A retreat chair completely disconnected from the outside due to a communication failure.

The sight I saw over the screen was still vivid.

'We have stopped the number of black tents so far, we will be more thorough than ever.'

It overlapped with the work of teachers, including Joo Soo-hyuk, Andain, and Ham-Kyung teachers, and Kim Yuri's recklessness, and the black tent withdrew without fulfilling all my wishes.

However, some unlucky students died without even knowing English.

'I don't know what sacrifice means, but I'm sure you're trying to save students' lives. '

The words of the Emperor continued.

"I also have a change of schedule in mind, but doing so will only change his yellowing."

"Yeah, I have the same idea."

When I spoke boldly, the Emperor kept an eye on me.

"I'm not surprised. Did you know this?"

"I didn't know about the sacrifice."

"Did you know that the youth retreat is aimed at."

The Emperor immediately switched topics, knowing that he would not answer even if asked how he knew.

"We'll discuss this quietly later. The story could spread among the students and get into his ears."

I nod at the words of the Emperor.

Following Kim Yuri's reckless measures, there was more to think about.

* * *

Lunch time.

Hong Kyungbok was looking at a portfolio of art club students.

Although he did not formally accept the students of Silver Advertising as his disciples, he was going to teach them as a teacher at a school.

'It seems to be rewarding to teach.'

I was disappointed in the attitude of young people towards Mingreen, but there were still a lot of talented and healthy young people left in the meantime.

Students from the art club of Silver Advertising who enthusiastically follow the two priests of Hong Kyung-woong and Min-green.

Cadets of the Academy who flew all the way to the mountains for friends.

Thinking of their faces, Hong Kyung-woong had a blurry face.

At that time.

"Whitey!"

Hanbok's elder, Takgesan, was looking for a temporary disciple who had fled throughout lunch time.

He hurriedly jumped to Hong Gyeongbok.

"The son of a bitch that Whitey tried to cut off before. His hand was cut off."

"What does that mean? Tell me more!"

The taxidermist began to speak of autochthonous species.

I found out about the investigation situation of the disciple in Hong Kyeongbok, who is known to be around the time of the examination.

The disciple was found with his wrist cut while dealing with a tailor and was arrested after being killed in the hospital.

"How the hell did such an accident happen?"

"It looks like the Gornom did something drunken! The blood alcohol level was over 0.2 at the time. There's a positive reaction from the drug test."

Driving with that degree of intoxication does not require an accident and is subject to criminal penalties.

It was not unusual to cut off his hand if he had even taken the medicine.

"You've been punished! That son of a bitch's hand was cut off."

"Herring · · · · · ·."

Taekwondo smiled and said,

Now it seemed reassuring to me that Hong Kyung-woong had no reason to do anything and that the object was gone.

Unlike the exuberant Taekwondo Mountain, Hong Kyung-woong's thinking was complicated.

He didn't believe in the existence of a thousand bees.

If there was such a thing, they wouldn't be able to live with their hands cut off a hundred times.

Someone was disguised as an accident and cut off his hand. It is possible to deceive the eyes of the police, and it must have been done by those who knew the situation. '

The first thing that came to mind was the Yong clan, which was the burden of the first grade 0th class.

'It would be possible if the Yong clan stepped up and systematically concealed it. One, they won't stand there unless it's descendant work.'

The next candidate was the director of the Yellowknife Foundation.

The Yellow Nam Foundation, which is known to carry the Jinn behind it.

The man with the wrist cut seems to have also had an accident at the Yellowknife Foundation, so it was not unusual to be avenged.

The Imperial Foundation could have seen what he looked like on the record-keeping device.

'You've lost.'

Hong Kyung-wook looked at the silver commander and was submerged in thought.

* * *

After school.

First-grade bankruptcy in the newspaper room.

Moon Sae Ron, who had organized the articles on Great Tak, Temporary disciple of Takgesan, Breadshuttle VS Hidden Stronger, and the Battle of Blind Money, coldly said.

"This is not going to be a story. I can't hit the shield. Bread Yoon Seop is too weak!"

Moon Saeron said by holographically floating a report that analyzed the power of the nuisance.

Short footage of smoking or possessing a cigarette and getting caught running away in vain was placed all over the report.

I knew my bread shuttle was weak, but it looked weaker when I saw it being looted in vain by a really small blind man.

"Mr. Blinddon and the bread shuttle. The difference between the two is too great! I'm running away from Great Tak, no matter how much I lose. I have no idea how desperate it will be!"

Blind money that has experienced harsh practice in the Fight Club since middle school, on a par with Su-hyuk.

The silver mining training course has grown a little, but it's still a long way to go.

If you don't get the map of Open Guru properly, the result is obvious.

'If I go like this, I think I'll win too easily.'

Moon Saeron, who threw up ten sides, looked at me and said with a face full of expectation.

"In that sense, I want a suspicious deputy commander to help."

I realized why Moon Sae Theory grabbed me and said:

Moon Sae Theory and my interests were consistent.

She wanted that fight to be more intense, and I wanted her to be a disciple of Open Guru.

"Let's help Wang Yun-sup get motivated."

"I know something! Please!"

I summoned a message room full of bakery names in my conversation history.

It's me.

The message was read, but the answer didn't come right away.

After a while, a very short message arrived.

[Wang Yun-sup]

What are you talking about?

Does that mean you want to be killed for three generations, or do you want to buy three loaves?

It was great in some sense that the feng Yun-sup was not broken to become this border.

'Be patient.'

I didn't feel good, but I decided to persevere to grow and power up my playable character, Blind Money.

[B] If you win the blind money, I will break the contract.

[Wang Yun-sup] What?

[Wang Yun-sup] Are you serious?

[Wang Yun-sup] You're not lying?

The message flew out of my mind.

[I] If you don't believe me, I'll write an article through Moon Saw.

Even if this guy believes it, he's a knight.

I thought it was like me to frown at the doorbell while peeking at the hologram over my shoulder.

[Wang Yun-sup] The sphere dies.

You can't kill me with your bulletproof skills.

After that, when I closed the hologram, Munsaron said in a satisfactory voice.

"Now it's worth a look! Let's go public relations and set up a place!"

"I left it to you."

"Hahaha! I'll blow up a firecracker that day."

"Oh, Emperor, will you give me the money? Cole!"

Since then, newspaper members have discussed how to set up a duel between the two.

I think my class will be looking forward to this event, except for the blinding money, so we should be thoroughly prepared.

"Are you going to be great today?"

"Yeah, you can go first."

"I'm going to see it."

Out of the newspaper room, Emperor moved to the stainless steel room.

Hwang Ji-ho, I don't know what he's after.

Of course, it is a welcome thing to see a man who is passionate about studying chess.

"I've been waiting! Sit down!"

In the Grand Chamber, there was a big opponent, Margin.

My voice was tingling, but I didn't feel bad when I saw the cheerfulness of my playable character.

'I have a lot of chess novice teas for margin wins. That's enough for me to be able to study.'

Unlike me, who is carefully numbered, a margin winner who moves a chess piece extraordinarily.

In the end, the great nation with whom the number was immature and lacking in prudence quickly ended.

Not the last time I saw a scollamate.

"You've grown a lot more than four this time! All right!"

Margin was a sad and satisfied face.

When I was about to leave the Grand Chamber after a brief review.

"Son of a bitch, I need to talk to you for a second."

Yongjae grabbed me.

"Oh, then we'll go to Yuri's house first."

"I'll go first."

Hahn tried to disappear as much as he could, but the Emperor did not.

"· · · · · Hmm."

The Emperor flashes his eyes and alternates with me.

I wonder what kind of conversation to have.

I thought about how to get rid of him, but that problem was solved by our half of the good kids.

"Well, let's go."

"Let's go!"

Emperor Ho said he was not indulged, but he had no choice but to turn his back while talking on both sides.

That's when the Grand Chamber was left alone with me.

Just like that!

When the solvents fried his fingers, the Grand Chamber was covered with a colourful space.

It seemed like someone else was trying to have a difficult conversation.

"Did you get the message from Joon Feng?"

What are you talking about?

"No, I never got it."

"I handed over the device code, but you haven't got the message yet."

I also got caught up in that strange way of speaking.

"Yesterday, you met a sub fever with a red-walled gangrene, right? That's why I like the look of sub fever. You saw it when you were big, but you didn't like it, did you? It was a big deal because I wanted to taste it when I saw the bluetongue, the fever, and the sublethal fever."

And the word came out, and my head was shattered.

I made up my mind.

'· · · · · But I wouldn't be in a position to say anything else. The group that tried to mask the flavor had a condiment.'

I was just walking with my shoulders extended.

"Oh, Joon-Pyo said he likes to hold on to the new device, so he doesn't know what to do. I wrote a message and erased it and repeated it, so I thought I'd say hi, but you didn't get the message? You didn't falsely give me the device code, did you?"

Of course, the device code was real.

But the fever was going on behind my back.

I'm hesitating to send you a message, but I'd better send you a message first.

"Now that I've responded, it's true that I gave you the device code. The Red Wall gangrene, which is iron in clearing its tracks and is responsible for its actions, seems to be the exception. Of course it is for our sub fever."

I just kept my mouth shut and listened so I wouldn't get caught in the fire.

The reasoning behind the proposition led me to understand the deception of this reaction.

"As a burden, you have a solid standard when it comes to treating people. Isn't that right?"

The criteria that the solvent refers to.

There were assumptions about that standard.

A playable character I've been with for 10 years.

It was true for those in that category to retreat somewhat.

"I think I or our subordinates are inside that standard. So even if your identity is revealed or your risk is increased, you are responding."

"I don't know what you're talking about. If you don't have anything else to say, let's go. I made a promise to half the kids."

I kept dragging this topic around trying to turn it around.

"Are these topics turtle?"

Rather, the insides were read correctly.

It seemed more energetic than usual.

"I'm looking forward to what your 'standards' are."

Pot!

When I turned my back and approached the door of the Grand Chamber, the spatial magic was released.

I went to Kim Yuri's house without answering any more of the words of the solvent.

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