Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

'Even if it's hard to answer, you have to give it to me.'

The silence has become longer.

Breaking the silence was the voice of a moaning nuisance.

"Why don't you say anything! A · · · · · ·."

"Breadshuttle."

"Oh, really! Where else did you pick up that word?"

At a critical and serious moment, the atmosphere was ruined.

Takzan may have called it the name of Wang Yun-sup to give him a sense of intimacy, but he should have called it now.

Somehow the taxidermist doesn't know the meaning of a bread shuttle, but 'Hahaha, that's what my students call my temporary disciple! Let's call it that too!' I think I would have written it.

"The puppies who want to be grandparents are lining up all over the country. Don't bother me. Get the bastards out of the line."

Wang Yun-sup threw the last ambassador without energy and ran out of the special school room.

I was surprised to see me leaning against the wall near the door, muttering and running out of the first grade building.

'What to do.'

Wang Yun-sup is a sleepy, pathetic teen smoker.

I was insulted, beaten, and went around doing cheap things, and after being beaten and scared, I went around again for a moment.

He had the character to be caught and kicked out in order to emphasize the cool and justice of the protagonist.

'If Yun-sup is strong, it will lead to a rise in silver advertising power, so it's not bad to force him to have a priestly relationship.'

There was also a way to get hold of it as a "Promise Breaker," or to sell it to the taxidermist by hanging a larger shackle with Bilmie.

When I suggested something, I almost reacted unconditionally to bluff.

But somehow I didn't give up.

'It's a bit hard to push with a light-hearted mind like during a silver mining training course. It means a lot to be the first disciple of Taekwondo Mountain.'

I remembered half the kids who used to eat all the bread that he bought to die.

The good half of us said we had a good meal, and when I saw my bread shuttle, I said hello and sometimes I was friendly enough to share snacks or milk.

'Let's look at the situation.'

I knocked on the door of a special classroom that was open, thinking so.

"Hello, Mr. Takgasan."

"You're the deputy commander. Come in."

When I entered the classroom, there were boxes everywhere.

The taxidermist was pushing him into the box with a tap and a broom, and he asked because he was not aware of the situation.

"Are you moving to a different classroom?"

"No. Now there was nothing for the disciples, so I tried to retreat."

"Yes?"

"Have I not made a promise to you, and I have become ignorant, and have not hurt that bread shuttle?"

The taxidermist was staring at the luggage in the box with its wrinkled face.

"It's true that that jerk has no talent, no tenacity, no patience, no personality, and no floor."

Following the call of the bread shuttle, a dispersion of bull 's-eye was poured out.

As my disciple declared that I was strong, Taekwondo made a tremendous contribution.

It's all true, though.

"Though I thought he was a petty man, I taught him hard enough to think that he would receive the money as a disciple. But the more I said that I hated it, the more fun it was to teach someone, not just to be shy."

The taxidermist looks at the side of the door where Yun-sup ran out.

If Taekwondo was good enough to eat, he would have caught her in the air even if she ran away on the airboard.

Still, I think you let him think you hurt him.

"I'm glad I didn't interrupt my school schedule because I'm also on vacation soon. If you don't mind, tell them I'm sorry later."

Takzan felt guilty about the words of Wang Yun-sup and seemed to be willing to retreat like this.

I shake my head.

"Don't go."

"Huh?"

"I'll leave my disciples and go somewhere."

Takzan looks suspicious of his ears.

"Before the holidays are over, the blind money will be a pupil of Mr. Takasan. So please don't go and wait."

"What?"

Taekwondo opened his eyes.

It's an unbelievable face, but I was sure.

His personality or behavioral style that he watched beside him as the same half-breed of walking and words he left behind in the game.

It was a conclusion when we put everything together.

"I don't know how it's going to work, but maybe he can be a disciple. I have a favor to ask of you."

Takzan, who heard the words that followed, said yes, considering that there would be no harm done to him or his prospective disciples.

"It seems clever, as Whitey said."

After leaving the classroom, I thought I heard the word 'suspicious' behind me, but I decided to ignore it.

The corridor is frozen because it is not yet time for students to go to school in full.

I didn't see any signs of drooling.

There is also the "Open map around" function in the dedicated menu, but you only need to reconfirm the terrain or identify the Pia. '

Just look at the dots on the map and it will be hard to know where the nuisance is.

But there was a way to find it.

Use the 'Player's Trajectory' in the < Gwangwoo, Gwangwoo.

The sound of the system was heard, and a card embodied as a bipolar wave came to mind and disappeared.

The character you use is a second-grade leader with Cheonan skills, "The Suspension System".

Borrowing his wilderness made it not difficult to look into the entire first grade district.

Use the target character's Madness, 'Eyes with Gungon'.

I felt like my head had widened as soon as the 'Eye with Gungon' was activated.

By analogy, I felt thousands and thousands of cameras on at the same time, pushing information directly into my brain, not into my eyes.

'Found it.'

I immediately stopped the quarrying and moved to a place where there was a nuisance.

The place where he was found was across the street from a remote detour in the first grade district.

It only led to a warehouse where automatic cleaning machines were stored, and it was a bumpy street for students to evacuate.

Sitting in front of the warehouse wall across the street, the smoke-free statue of Yuan Seop was truly shabby and stunning.

"Hey."

"Child! Ca!"

Wang Yun-sup, who was swallowing smoke with the impression that he was worried about the country, was amazed and coughed unconsciously.

A pathetic man who still doesn't smoke properly looks at my eyes and doesn't want to say anything, so he smokes again.

"Why do you keep smoking when you don't smoke well?"

"I, uh, I like it, Cag, Wag!"

Wang Yun-sup couldn't swallow another sip of cigarette smoke and started to cajole.

"Hey, Mr. Takasan will be waiting for you."

"What does that grandfather have to do with me or not?"

"You don't have to catch anything if you get a chance."

Wang Yun-sup didn't say anything.

For now, that idiot is a player who deserves to be part of Silver Advertising, so you understand what a great opportunity it is to be a disciple of Taekwondo Mountain.

"Think again when your hair cools. If you change your mind later, don't think it's too late. Go see him right away."

The type of pride that was useless, such as Wang Yun-sup, was most likely not to go to Taekwondo Mountain if he changed his mind later.

I didn't mean to drag him away, but at least I wanted to let him know there was a door to open if he knocked on his own.

At the end of my speech, I just kept my mouth shut and looked at the end of the burning cigarette.

I don't think I'd ever want to smoke anything more than to put it between my fingers without biting my mouth.

I thought I was done smoking. I decided to say hello.

"Run and buy some bread before the ordinance begins. Summer seasonal fruit specialty ice breads in 'MITRON' in front of the front door, in a set of 12. Pick one with Cool Denish in it."

"Son of a bitch."

"Gangwon also said potato bread and corn bread are delicious."

"Oh, really!"

Wang Yun-sup, who was dubious, stopped insulting the word 'Gangwon Do' and began to run towards the prelude.

It was also a hot day, and I felt so fuzzy about feeding half the kids a cool snack from the morning.

When the jumping nutsub is completely out of sight.

"Godspeed."

Someone whispered.

"I suddenly felt the same energy in the first grade building. I was wondering if you used that ability again."

It was the void I heard.

The dragon was floating in the sky.

I used to deploy space around my body in the air with space technology to hide my body and follow it with flying skills.

I wanted to see if something was going on inside the school, so I loosened the perimeter and I felt stabbed in the heart.

I was a little upset that I couldn't read the plan.

"Then, when you're done watching, let's go into the classroom."

"Haha! You still have time until the ordinance starts?"

The solvent stopped using the flying skill and landed right in front of me.

A long head tied loosely while landing drew a line over the void.

At the time of Yongzhuan's contract with the teacher, it was said that his long rook hair was problematic because it was not yet a universal era of two-hair liberalization.

In the end, one of the conditions for hiring him for silver commercials was to dye or cut his hair short in black, and I was told that he chose to dye both houses.

'If it were me, I'd just cut it off.'

I may blame it for being tied loose, but even after tying the hair of the towel, it looks too long beyond the waistline.

"Isn't it hot?"

"It's okay to get used to it. Do you have any more questions? I have a question for you."

The thinly opened eyes of the solvent gun are facing this way.

I nodded, meaning, "Tell me."

"You seem to perceive and act to some extent about the 'enemy' of the Ho clan you're dealing with. Isn't that right?"

"· · · ·"

"What do you think I'd do if I dealt with the enemy myself? Can we win?"

The question was a bit embarrassing, but the answer was set.

The power of the gun should not be enough.

It also seemed difficult as a prerequisite for the lifting of restrictions on teacher contracts.

The proposition of not answering me asked again.

"What if the power of the entire Dragon Clan is increased?"

The power of the entire dragon clan after the solvent gun.

I didn't even have to think about it.

"Not with the power of the entire dragon clan. '

When the 3rd grade fever died and the Red Lion and its alliance team, even the Yong Clan, were there.

After being betrayed by the dragon goddess after the uprising, the heathen who lost the blessing of the dragon god died in his own red flames and the blue dragon fell into deep sleep.

'If the Dragon King had raised the hand of the Blue Dragon to the end, the story might have changed. But the dragon god chose her side.'

The surviving Red Lion team members and dragon clans fought guerrilla warfare to the end, but did not achieve their will.

'I couldn't get revenge for the fever.'

After the concrete collapse, when Su-hyuk returned from his second year of studies and appeared in a silver advertisement,

New users were attracted by the spectacular in-game motions, illustrations and characters of the newly unveiled Flamingo Fever in PV.

After the death of the fever, the menthol collapsed completely, folding most of the game.

But about a handful of fans said, 'I need to see our Red Dragon take revenge!' John, 'John, wins!' I kept shouting.

In the end, I left after fighting over a declaration of heresy and dozens of pages of dearth.

'Still, the PLMAGO game app, which was above the app store's 1 star rating, dropped below the 0 point mark for the event.'

'I didn't think it was a star, it was a vision.' The star rating of Flemago fell to the level of the thickness of Sharpsim.

"I don't think so."

"Why are you suddenly asking me this?"

"Just, not silver. It took me a while."

I haven't answered a word of his question since then, but the proposition that I assumed my thoughts was asking me again.

"Your righteousness loves crow masks. Does it mean anything?"

"Why?"

"I have a Crow Demon King who doesn't fit my taste very well, and his officials have recently noticed it."

"Do you know the material of the Demon King?"

"No. Hmm, that mask you're wearing has something to do with the Demon King."

I read another thought.

Yong-gun, who continued to look serious, said with a playful face.

"I don't know where the Devil King is, but I know where the man he blessed is now. You can ask me if you want. In return, I will answer all my questions as I know them."

Bystanders and Silent Crow Demon King, Sidelentium.

A man of his blessing.

Though curious, I concluded by considering the in-game scenario and the current situation.

"I don't know yet. Can I ask you next time I need you?"

I made a face that was not fun to use, but I backed out gently to see if I didn't intend to do it deeply.

I didn't seem particularly dissatisfied with his expression.

My playable character, unlike Emperor Ho, was a heart wide dragon who knew he would retreat endlessly.

* * *

I haven't been in the classroom since I finished talking to Yongjae.

Whether the story was a little longer or not, all the children were in school.

But today's classroom landscape was a little strange.

"What are you guys doing?"

In front of the mirror hanging behind the classroom.

Kwon Lena stands with Tinning Scissors in her hand.

In front of him, with a subtle expression, I saw Song Dae-woong sitting in a chair.

And · · · · · ·.

Why else would he do that? '

The Emperor was also sitting next to Song Daejeon.

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