Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

A vision that precedes convention.

Half the children were buzzing in anticipation of the big event in a moment.

Except for the blind money.

"Here's a sequin on a '10' shaped embroidery, right? Wow, it sparkles because it spills a bipolar wave."

"These jewels were ordered separately from the handcrafted accessories store on the east side of the gate! Because of budget issues, I bought something cheap and the output is weak."

"I bought a holographic application, so you can cover the output with it."

"· · · · · ·."

Among the children who spoke with a thin cheerful towel, there was a blaze in their gym costumes.

Leaving the protagonist blind money, the children's conversation continued.

"Cheering towel picked up well! It would have been nice to have something like this ready when you were cheering for the chess tournament."

"We were the first to cheer as an organization, and we were unconscious when we prepped. He gave me a lot of good opinions."

"I think it would be nice to have some souvenirs left."

Two and a half grade seniors saw the emblem they wore as a group anniversary at the Ho Associate show, but the idea came from there.

"Hyodon, I printed different designs on the front and back of the cheering towel, which one do you like? I'll take your favorite side to the main."

"I don't know. They both look the same."

Kim Yuri asked me a question and I looked at the front and back of the cheering towel.

There were not two children who were dissatisfied with the answer.

"Different color combinations and all the small embroidery here is different! The front is Hyodon's middle school award history, and the back is the rank and subjugation dates of Enemies who became high school students."

"The front is your left side face and the back is your right side face! We painted it because we cared about it. It's different, of course."

"The marble speaks. The face itself is symmetrical, but the left and right side face impressions are different because the head is creased. I worked hard to save the details."

"Sorry."

I was distracted by the moonlight and the cooperation of my two friends.

"Hey, why did you hide it when you went to support the deputy commander, but why did you go openly when I did? And when the hell did you get all this ready?"

Half of the children answered the question in a heartfelt manner.

"When Hyodon left his seat during the study meeting. It was a thrill to prepare secretly."

"I was told that the newspaper articles would expand significantly, unlike when the conscience was at stake. There's a name on the headline, but isn't it weird that we're not going to cheer?"

"I had an opinion about Surprise, but I decided to make a compromise before the match."

"My conscience will be calm even if I see support during the contest, but I think Hyodon will be surprised and make a mistake."

I too was in agreement with the opinions of half the children.

I was accustomed to malice and timing, but I was unfamiliar with kindness and support.

"If you're ready to go again, just go from the beginning."

"I almost got caught because of someone last time."

Moonlight and Han's gaze turned toward the Emperor.

"You didn't notice."

The Emperor replied audaciously.

Behind that audacious man, I saw Mingreen quietly staring down at the cheering towel.

"It will be a little chilly if you don't cheer, so you won't concentrate on the competition. If you're like me."

"Green, if you go to the tournament, I'll always go to cheer you up."

"Are you also interested in the tournament?"

"Absolutely."

Songdaemon spit out a multi-tensioned line and half the children were agitated.

As Ming Green said when he heard that, he waited.

"Well done. I can't go because there are a lot of people in the tournament today. The marble will come and talk to you."

I noticed that the face of the stone I was preparing to remove was distorted.

As expected, Mingreen would understand and deal with my companion well.

'At first, I couldn't cope with the attitude of Song Dae-Stone. Mingreen has grown!'

The class bell rang as I admired it.

Today's class is the Light Cavalry Overture by the orchestra.

The lively introduction of trumpets, horns and trombones was impressive with songs expressing the military life of Hungarian athletes.

It was a song that did not fit in at all with the convention of finishing all classes.

'It's a ritual song for today's event.'

You don't even know what this class means, Broadcasters. 'I heard a murmuring.

I can't hear you, but I always laughed at the hologram as long as I took care of the class information.

* * *

After school, third grade district.

Grade 3 district facilities were larger and more robust than Grade 1 and 2 district facilities.

Players' growth peaked during high school and became emotionally anxious due to high school stress.

Because of this, even for the safety of students, faculty, and residents nearby, more money and time had to be spent on high-3 facilities.

The third-grade gym we're here for now was one of those facilities.

"I borrowed a place bigger than where my righteousness first came from. How did you end up renting a third-grade gym?"

"The third grade 0th grade event will be held simultaneously. They know that they are ghosts, and they want to make it bigger like they're praying."

The head of the newspaper and the deputy head of the gym, who was wearing a staff badge, put up holographic posters in front of the gym.

The gym wall was filled with a hologram with the history of the characters who competed in the event today.

Other things stood out.

'Is that Emperor Ho?'

A sky-high adballoon equipped with a banner announcing the event.

The surface was engraved with a syllabus of silver advertising.

Moon Saeron glanced at the text on the banner.

"I'm a little bored because I don't have any third-grade modifiers."

In front of the booth, the word "strong wall."

Zero and a half, it was just a third grade, but I was bored.

The third-grade newspaper members who decided to take on third-grade coverage faceless faces.

"I was going to talk to the zero-half, but I couldn't get in touch."

"He's busy training. When you're fighting them, you can't put them in front of a bunch of modifiers. I blame all of us for losing because of the modifier in the article."

The Wu Ki-hwan Party must have told the newspaper that.

He seemed to know why the seniors were hanged for the energy of the universe and the mystery of the air garden.

"But why won't you come? I have to rehearse."

"Even the second-grader with Zegal's costume is not back yet."

The organizers of today's events are the newspapers.

The teacher in charge of the referee was, of course, Zegaljager, the newspaper's advisor.

It was then.

"Now that we've taken a picture of the group, let's go in."

"I haven't taken any personal photos yet!"

"That's right! You've been dressed well for a long time, so you should take a lot of commemorative photos!"

The loud voice of the golden chancel and the king chancel struck his ears.

The second grade zero-graders were taking pictures of the zero-grade zero-graders in their new suits.

'The referee dresses and fries, but it suits him well.'

In the name of the newspaper, I procured Zegaljagir's referee outfit as a newspaper fixture for the event.

Zegul initially refused to procure new clothes, but the head of the newspaper threw up ten pieces to help the weary children pass the test.

"Hey, what are you guys doing! Take a picture when you're done."

"What are you talking about? We'll take another picture after we're done."

"That's right! I'm going with Zegal."

"What are you talking about? We have to go to the newspaper!"

"Dr. Zegal is our teacher."

"That's right. Besides,"

Then Wang Chan-sool protruded forward and threw off his uniform shirt.

"I'm a sponsor," he said, with a rather small T-shirt.

"Praise me!"

"Praise the sponsor!"

"Zegal is our homeroom teacher, and this event is our second grade 0 and a half victory because we sponsor it in the vice commander's slow-down!"

I don't know what the victory is, but the newspaper director couldn't hide his true defeat.

But it is.

"Let's all go back together. I also want to take a picture later."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

When I said a word, the situation was immediately taken care of.

After a little happening, the rehearsal begins and you get to the audience safely.

An octagon stage in the middle of a second-grade gym with lights out.

A spotlight turns on as the gallows climb over it.

'I see why the second-graders hung from the commemorative photos.'

I was worried that a good, honest player, the Zeal Hanger Burgundy suit, would fit in.

Wearing a colorful suit, the zebra hanger on the stage was extinguishing nicely.

"Then declare the opening of the event."

The exterior walls of the gym changed in a transparent way.

The view is filled with firecrackers when the stare is taken from the sky with huge adbulun and banners.

Punk! Punk!

"Oh, my God, it's not CG, it's a real firecracker!"

"Blow a firecracker at something like this!"

"Wow, your school's running costs are bursting!"

"Money is just bursting out of the sky so many times that employees of the Imperial Foundation are boned!"

"How much is that? We don't pay for school anyway, so it doesn't matter."

The audience was not impressed.

Next to him, he looked at the firecracker with a face full of Empress Dang.

After the firecrackers stopped, I introduced the gallows.

The first thing that emerged was a strong wall painting.

"Whatever it is, it's okay. Come on!"

In a gym uniform with an engraved school logo, Jeongyeon exclaimed curiously.

The third grade 0 and a half were still not up on the Octagon stage.

"I will reveal the discipline."

[Match: 1 vs. 1 wrestling]

A huge hologram came to mind and the gallows began to be briefly explained.

"It is forbidden to use any kind of talent or items. If I detect a bipolar wave, I will deal with the rebellion. Mr. Lee Yeon-hwa will deal with all of the third grade 0's."

The audience seat was flustered by Zegal's explanation.

According to that rule, it was purely a physical force that had to overpower the third grade 0th grade.

At the end of the description of the zebra hanger, a third grader wearing an engraved bar on a gym outfit appeared on stage.

"You didn't study at the end of your exam, you refused the newspaper interview, and you grew up behind your back! '

They hid and made the impression that they had to bulk up somewhere.

"I will check the requirements on both sides. When the third grade 0th class wins, the teacher will work diligently as a labor force against the energy of the universe 0th grade."

It was a mental condition.

While Zegul read the script, he noticed a panic, but calmly read the next line.

"When Mr. Lee Yeon-hwa triumphs, the third grade 0th class is a boot camp organized by all the classmates in person during the holidays. No, take all the supplementary classes. Is that correct?"

At that time, everyone standing on the stage nodded.

Is everyone more sincere?

"Teacher Lee Yeon-hwa, would you accept it?"

He said he was scouring the gallows.

Lee Yeong-hwan took the bar and shouted with a confident face.

"Cole!"

I was worried about the face of the hammock on that face.

Somehow, I seemed to be worried about the third grade 0th grade, not the unfavorable conditions.

And the contest that followed was one-sided.

"Hey, Empress."

"What is it?"

"Are you a human being?"

"Yes, a human being. I've double-checked it."

Immediately, Lee Yeon-hwa roared with a pleasant victory over ten third-graders.

"This is not fun. Come on, two by two!"

Immediately, Lee Yeon-hee offered, and the third grade 0 and a half responded with humiliation to raise the odds.

"I've heard rumors, but it's dehumanizing. Maybe it's the Gorillas or something?"

"He studied because he was considered a member of the Hado family, so he majored in subjects related to the Hado family."

When I heard the newspaper members complaining, Mr. Lee Yeon-hwa was really human.

As we were chatting, I saw Lee Yeongyeon grabbing the bars and throwing them into the air, one on each of the left and right hands.

"I am of the opinion that if the 0th floor is not strong, it cannot survive. Hammer, hammock, leather boots. I know you know, but I picked all the strong players. And I checked with my own eyes, but all three of them are human."

Emperor Huangzhou said with exciting eyes.

"Have you checked all our school staff?"

"No, this body is busy. I don't have time to meet all the more than 500 faculty. Normally, it's paperwork checks and it's over."

Is that busy guy watching the wrestling next door?

"Oh, so there are teachers who are comparable to those three who haven't actually met yet."

"Who?"

"Public turmoil."

You haven't caught him yet.

And soon the battle was over.

Finally, the cooperation of the 0th and 2nd commanders ended colourlessly, and they stretched out heartlessly on the sandboard.

"Teacher Lee Yeon-hwa's Victory!"

"Azaaaaaaah!"

When I declared the gallows, Jeomyeon shouted victoriously.

Outside the sand sheets and rings below, the third grade zero-thirds fell down.

There were a lot of grumpy people with angry faces.

After finishing the winning ceremony in response to the audience's cheers, he looks at half the children in a wretched state.

Suddenly, Lee Yeonghua took the microphone from the gallows and said,

"Don't cry, boys."

The voice was an ordinary teacher who was full of emotion, so the facade was tremendous, but the heartache rang somewhere.

"Teacher · · ·."

In the voice of Lee Yeonghua, Da-dok lamented them even more.

She smiled mercifully and added a word.

"If you cry, you'll lose muscle. What if it gets weaker there?"

At the end of that day, the third graders, including the rainfed, had a grave face.

The dead speculation seemed to rise again.

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