Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

Friday morning.

When I left the dormitory early, I saw a message from the Holy See.

[Holy See] (link to article)

What's the story from this morning?

I hesitated and pressed it.

[More than 50 public middle school embezzlements and accounting misconduct caught in the "blood leak" match]

[Gyeonggi-do Education Agency "Implementation of audit of all public middle schools in Gyeonggi-do"]

Gyeonggi-do, public middle school, embezzlement and misconduct.

As soon as I heard this word, I remembered the bulletproof middle school where I graduated.

Last time my complaint was buried, I asked the Holy See, but it seemed to have been dealt with well.

In addition to finding misconduct elsewhere, my playable character was different.

Thank you.

[Holy Testament] As a representative of the people, I did a natural thing. I appreciate it.

[Holy See] Call me when you need me.

I left the message room and checked the list of schools currently accused by the Holy See.

Of the more than 600 middle schools in Gyeonggi-do, more than 500 are public.

More than 50 of them have been caught.

I felt a faint faint facade checking the names of those 50 schools.

'I think the location of all the schools that were spotted is near the bullets. Given the nature of the sexuality, I would have checked the accounting data of all middle schools in the Gyeonggi-do, even if not nationwide.'

I put a map in the hologram to confirm my location.

The schools on the list were nearby middle schools.

'· · · · · · coincidence?'

Though I thought about it based on the information in the game and the information I have now obtained, I have few clues that make it difficult to come to a conclusion.

"My God? I think you were a boarding student."

"Hello!"

It's still too early. In front of the front door.

Two of the leaders who were mapping the school gate, Wisdom and Margin, spoke to me.

"Hello."

When I greeted her, she smiled lightly.

"I heard about the posterity from Su-hyuk."

Hye-ji actively stepped out of Chimopolea and surrounded the city.

It wasn't uncovered in the game, but the two seemed quite close.

"I heard that if my conscience hadn't contacted me, my future would have done something stupid. Thank you so much."

"No, I didn't do anything. It was the Hanmyung teacher who found the city poster, and it was Jang Nam Wook who took her back."

"If you take the head teacher, you can get in touch with the school or the house, right? If it wasn't for Nam Wook and his godliness, the future would have suffered. For Nam Wook, he really lost a lot."

Hye-ji thanked me once again with gratitude and anxiety.

I don't know what to say, so I stared down and noticed her wristwatch.

Bezel and lug are finished with a leather strap in rose gold.

It was noticeable that the hand pointing to the poem, the minutes and the beginning was platinum and the scale was adorned with diamonds.

'It's not unusual to wear expensive wristwatches because Hye-ji, a Javulgar lover, also performs as a player. I like that the dial and the leather are sandwiched pink.'

Not long ago, I had a sandwich with Su-hyuk.

Why did you do this colored wristwatch?

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"The wristwatch design is great. Can I ask you a brand name?"

I wanted to check the source, but I couldn't ask myself, so I asked as many indirect questions as I could.

"Oh, this? So..."

All of a sudden, Hye-jee blushes her cheeks.

"I heard it was a slow order watch. There won't be the same design."

It's not anywhere else. It's the only watch you've ever spell-made in Slow?

I might have two more zeros on my watch.

'There's no way I ordered a sandwich watch myself. I got you a present.'

I like the person who sent me the gift because I don't feel comfortable with expensive accessories and wear the most hated sandwich accessories.

'I don't think he's got a freak.'

That perfect title hero, Su-hyuk, is an eyeless comedy. Who the hell is that?

I think we need to investigate more when we're getting deeper.

"Billion! That's not the first grade 0th grade guy!"

Margin raised her voice.

On the other side of the front door, I saw a stone walking into a depressed face, clinging to a corner that did not match the tall one.

'Mingreen said he was going to the art room early this morning. I can't see you all morning while going to school. You must be depressed.'

Ming Green was busy testing all kinds of fireplaces offered by art clubs.

Starting next week, I entered the exam period and stopped working at the club, saving time.

Since I knew the situation well, I couldn't interrupt it, so Song Dae-Stone seemed to be more depressed.

"That's the zero and a half I wore when I didn't really go back to school!"

The rattling voice of the margin winner struck his ear.

Song Dae-Seok replied with a glance at the margin, without hiding his vigilance.

"But why?"

"Are you going to school?"

Songdaemon wore a T-shirt that was sold on the market instead of a uniform shirt, so I didn't get a good uniform tee.

Staring at the margin that was blocking the way, Song Dae-woong said bitterly.

"Pants are uniforms. I didn't break the doctrine, so get out of the way."

"You decided to go to school!"

Margin stared at Song Daejeon and said loudly.

"Yes, welcome to school! Call the lead if anything happens. We're better than the student council!"

Margin said kindly the last time she forgot to disassemble the souvenir stone.

In that attitude of margin victory, Song Dae-Seok quickly fell intoxicated and shut his mouth.

I heard Hye-ji muttering in a small voice next to me, "The promotion is still booming."

"I'll go then. Hey, let's go."

I will also come to Song Daejeon, who was waiting for me.

I greeted the two forerunners and dragged them to Song Dae-Stone.

Songdae, who did not know how to react to Margin, followed him gently.

"What, you're a boarding student. Why are you at the front door?"

"I have something for you."

I'm not making a particularly suspicious look, but it seems to me that Song Dae-woong is very suspicious because of the situation and the words.

"I heard you did a good job explaining the satellite to the kids last time. I think I was interested in that."

"So what."

"I don't think I'll check if I send you a message, so I'm going to show it myself."

I showed an intern recruitment announcement in the player association announcement box.

Songdae, who was looking at the hologram with an impression, opened his eyes wide.

"If you do an intern in the player SATK control room in the association, you'll see it for yourself."

The stone that was walking beside me stood still.

Maybe my feet stopped without me knowing.

"Think about it."

I sent the announcement link to Song Dae-Seong.

I left him standing with a stupid-faced face and quickly started walking into the classroom.

* * *

Just before lunch time.

Suddenly I heard a voice as I watched the news on a rare trail as a device.

"Dear student, I'm at school today."

Teacher Chengchao showed up without a question.

There were bones in his good, gloomy voice.

Ticketing to the baseball court, visiting during the teacher's day, and portraits of the celestial tree.

I had no choice but to skip the introductory ENERGY class too often.

I'm just missing that class, and I'm going to care.

'But how the hell did you find it?'

The place I used to go often was robbed by the Emperor and I changed my location.

The teacher who had just become an Orthodox teacher had no right to track the student's device.

"Let's go."

"· · · ·"

Lessons from the first semester were soon to come, but the Introduction to Energy followed him with a determination to listen diligently.

Hani and the children who attended class together did not say anything, but they were stabbed in the conscience because they were guilty of many sins.

* * *

After school.

The house of Kim Yuri, who arrived after winning the 2nd grade Ace Festival and the Great Kingdom with the support of the entire class.

"If my conscience hadn't dried up, I would have called all the other kids!"

"That's right."

"I didn't call you that!"

Although I won, I was upset that I was pushed out of the cheering war, and other children expressed dissatisfaction.

Different grades, but the same 0 class seemed to have a strange competitive consciousness.

"There aren't that many magnets in the Grand Chamber. There could have been a lack of room."

"If I don't have a seat, I can fly!"

"I can't fly, but I can stand."

The Emperor also added a word after the words of Moonlight and Blind Money.

"If it gets narrower, you can rent a gym."

Doesn't it take time for the gym to get a coroner's license?

If he lends himself, he'll borrow it as a freepass, no matter what.

"Ji Ho was right. I wanted to see the fluorescent card section that the zero-and-a-half seniors did."

"Even if I couldn't go, I could draw a cheer."

"Sorry, I'll call you next time."

Kim Yuri and Min Green said that, so I just started to think I was wrong.

I heard half our kids want to see it. We should come see it.

"When is the next Great Kingdom?"

"For the time being there is no · · · ·."

"But let's pre-weave it."

"Let's do it!"

"Didn't you come to study?"

Song Dae-Stone asked, but no one listened.

Eventually, I spent the evening thinking about the plan of support for the second grade 0th class.

* * *

National Museum of Modern Korean Art.

Visual acuity just before the pulmonary tube.

"Hello, Whitey."

"Huh? Who is this? It's not a national language!"

Parliamentary Secretary to the Holy See and Hong Kyung-wear White Paper.

The two met at the entrance.

"I didn't know you were in Seoul. I wish you'd come and see me."

"What's a busy man looking for, huh?"

Hong Kyungbok smiled at the Holy Nation with his eyes as if he was looking at his pro-grandchildren.

"Was there a hobby in art?"

"Yes, I'd like to see Whitey's painting for myself."

"Then I'll guide you."

"Haha, it's hard for you to leave the role of curator to White."

"Come quickly. Let me start with my disciple and Green Earthling. With more kids teaching these days, I have a lot of old thoughts."

The Holy Nation trembled at Nurse, but Hong Kyung-woong pretended not to listen.

The steps of Hong Kyung-woong walking in the corridor sounded very refreshing.

Finally, Hong Kyeongbok stopped at the very heart of the museum.

I saw a frame in the reinforced glass on the other side where he stopped.

'Is this the attribute of the forearm? · · · ·.'

Although it was a joint venture between the maestro and his handyman, I did not feel any special affection.

The Holy See concealed that sentiment and gathered the bipolar waves in the eyes of the higher beings.

Paa · · · · · ·.

After a few seconds of scrutiny of the painting, the Holy See immediately reaped the meridian wave.

It was only a simple picture with this eye.

'It's too much to know with these eyes. I wish I could hear from Whitey.'

When the Holy See thinks so and looks at Hong Kyung-woong.

Hong Kyung-wook had the same face as when he lost his disciple.

"Whitey?"

Hong Gyeongbok did not answer the call of the Holy Nation.

Instead, he said to the person wearing the museum staff nameplate with a reddish-blue face.

"Call the enema. I'm calling the police."

"What's going on, Whitey?"

After hearing the news of Hong Kyung-woong and the visit to the National Gallery of the Holy Nation, the chief came in person to say hello.

Before the maestro bends over, Hong Kyung-woong has a big castle.

"How the hell did you manage here!"

"Whitey, what's going on? Management."

"I don't know how you're making an enema out of that eye. Herring · · · · · ·."

The blatant red Kyung-wear refers to the 'Nature of the Foreign Weapon' beyond the glass wall.

"This is a fake. This crude graffiti is not the 'Earthling of the Foreign Weapon' drawn by me and my disciples!"

* * *

Ends