Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

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Weekend morning.

Under a sunny window.

Kim sat alone with a glass of melted ice and a melted ice cafeteria.

'We have to prepare a brunch to eat together.'

Half of the children noticed that Kim Yuri, who had been left alone in a large house by his father's hospitalization, was lonely, and half of her children often came to play.

Yesterday, half the girls in school came and stayed.

Although Kwon Lena went to take lessons, Han returned early for Tae-Ho Kwon training, but Mingreen remained asleep.

Ding-dong.

A message sent by her best friend Andaman with a messenger alarm came to mind holographically.

[People] (Photo)

Cute, isn't it?

[Someone's got a little tongue in their sleep. It's a picture of a snail sent by a goddess, and it's cute!

In the photograph of Andane, a white swarm of puppies fell asleep with their tongues out.

It was a picture of my heart warming just by watching, but other thoughts hovered over my head rather than watching.

'Shouldn't I tell Dyne about the wilderness?'

Andaine, who has been my longest friend.

Recently, the frequency of messages she sends has increased.

I feel nervous that Kim Yuri has become unstable before and after the final examination.

"If it's someone else, they'll never avoid it. I'll keep you around, even if I'm scared. '

I knew that Andaine would take my side and stay by my side no matter what.

But I didn't want Andan to stand by the reference to be afraid, and I didn't want to be afraid to be by the reference.

Kim unhooks her wrist by walking her long sleeve.

I was depressed when I saw my wrist with nothing.

'· · · · · · I hope that there will be no such thing as Guangdong.'

Kim grabbed the feather pen that was being used for decoration on the table impulsively.

Knowing that it was of no use, I began to paint the wrist with lots of ink on the pencil.

The golden handle was uncomfortable and it was difficult to draw properly, and the ink was not properly applied to the skin, so I had to paint it several times to get the desired shape.

The skin scratched and ran red because of the sharp fennel.

Nevertheless, as if held in something, Kim Yuri painted a clumsy wilderness seal on her skin and wound herself.

"What are you doing?"

Choking.

Feather pens scatter ink and dots fall on the table.

Kim Yuri borrowed a pyjama he wore as a child and looked at Kim Yuri's wrist alternately with a feather pen with a hard face.

"You know, it's, uh..."

What would you say if you were wearing a long sleeved uniform blouse in the summer, revealing a wrist that you normally covered thoroughly and drawing something?

"It's similar to the seal of the Cantonese Seal. Are you trying to draw that?"

"· · · · · ·."

Quite a while after sunrise, the living room was fuzzy.

The silence felt heavier because of it.

"What should I do? Why would I do that?" '

Already in the same class, Joseon and Emperor knew.

The night the seal completely disappeared from the wrist, the two of them immediately penetrated the identity of the wilderness.

He also told me that it was okay to know.

It is also suspicious in silver commercials where unusual players are gathered, both of whom are treated as returning.

Apart from these two, it was unknown whether others would accept it.

"Do you want me to draw it? I remember the shape."

Mingreen said something unexpected.

"If I'm wearing an AR glass and a hood, I can relax. You need that painting in your favor, don't you?"

When I first found Kim Yuri acting strangely, I was surprised, but one Sainga Mingreen was speaking as usual.

After seeing Kim Yuri unresponsive, Mingreen turns his back.

"Draw with ink and pencil, and your hands will be erased. I'll get you a meteor pen. Wait."

Mingreen disappeared into the guest room with a large slipper that didn't fit her foot size.

I had a scratched wrist on my fingernail, but I was warmed up by the look on my back.

'I'm glad you came to the silver commercial.'

Kim Yuri recalls the words of a kind family who grabbed his wrist and blessed him.

January 1, when I just woke up in Guangzhou.

When my parents slept through the night, she came to me.

The faction, who offered to give blessings, said in a relaxed and gentle voice.

- Won't you be blessed?

- I was impressed by the way you surrounded your parents with courage, despite the heavy wilderness.

- Blessing is not a big deal. If you lose all your courage, I want to help you.

- When your courage is gone, I'll come back to see you.

Kim Yuri's blessing from the hidden faction said, "Be a little more courageous."

My friends were still there, so I thought I could have more courage.

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Tc Knights, a ten-year-old team that's been running for the last nine years.

A ten-year defeat that is as hard as a ten-year win.

TC Knights and Juo Dragon's weekend Derby match in the middle of a hard season with a tough track record.

TC Knights, who had already played Friday, was on the brink.

The patience and mentality of fans were about to burst.

"I will win today, I will win! Are you sure you want to lose the 10th?"

I heard Octoyeon, a fan of the network, mutter with a restless face.

She didn't seem to notice my presence, whether it was the 10th defeat or the escape from the game.

'That makes sense.'

Every time a new story unfolds in Plemago, you say, "Are you going to kill me again? 'No,' you wouldn't be more unhappy here. 'Yes,' would you do that? 'I thought optimistically.

And all sorts of unfortunate things burst out, just like the thought and the words that Mr. Holmes said.

"Uh, you were at the baseball field when you slept. I thought you might like baseball again."

"Who are you?"

"He's the chief director of the Dalmatian bunny cake."

"Oh, that bunny sells bread. I used to come out as a feeder."

"Well! Silver ads don't save money on student welfare. Even at the Academy, there are occasionally expensive dishes that don't come out like bunny cakes."

After hearing the word "bunny" and "bread", Zhang Nam Wook's eyes twinkled.

"The rabbit is fast and fast."

Yooseong-hoon tried to cut off the words of the city after expecting them to come out, but it was too late.

"The fastest bread in the world!"

They all shut their mouths for a moment and acted as if nothing had happened.

"Let's take a seat."

"Yes."

"Sifu, take out the bacon cheese hotdog first. I want to start with the drinks with the ice."

"er · · · · ·."

The disregarded city hue set the table with a gloomy face.

Today, the city council decided to volunteer for a drink, a porter, and an errand boy.

Chicken stews, chicken skewers, sausages, chicken, hot dogs, soda, etc. There was not enough food for 4 people, so there was not enough food to open.

And the game that started was the opening.

Is this the baseball of the famous TC? '

TC Nightingale was named for doing baseball trash, not baseball trash.

Volcanoes, fire shows, bottles, three consecutive inning bottles, Bonehead play.

Zhuo Dragon's fan, Jang Nam Wook, also said, 'My team scored, but that doesn't seem to be the case.' It was flat enough.

When it comes to scoring, whether it's a baseball game or a handball game, you're not going anywhere.

Ding-dong.

A device message has arrived from Huangzhou.

[Emperor Ho] Why are you in the baseball field with the Dalai Lama again? Another crack in the world?

How do you know this guy?

The question was then solved in the following message.

[Octoyun] Hello, Eunhyun.

[Octoyun] I made sure you were at the baseball field with the Knight. Tongyeon's there, too, right?

[Octoyun] (Link)

The link that Octoyun sent me included a photo article with a baseball stadium cheering stone.

There were pictures of octopus screaming wax and four of us sitting next to each other eating constantly.

A high school student player who was involved in the baseball court incident that he was going to sleep on the last child's day came and took a picture.

[Octoyun] Do you want to talk to him when the game is over? I want to catch him on the scene.

I felt the pain of Octoyun, so I said yes.

[I] Yes. But I don't think I can hold it long because I have a group.

[Octoyun] I'll be there within 5 minutes of the end of the game. I'm sorry to bother you. Please.

Oktoyun's message was disconnected as to whether he was ready to fly straight to the locker room.

On the other hand, the octopus, which saw a game with more than 10 points, was almost screaming.

Octoyeon was following the five steps of accepting death.

The first is denial.

"Are you going to lose like this? That's ridiculous! What do you mean, ten years?"

The second is anger.

"Gio, stop it! You got a coin baseball field? Pay for it! You missed it again! Argh! Argh! Hey, you bastards! Don't be talented, play baseball! Dismantle the DogTC!"

The third is fear.

"Aren't you counting Tragic's numbers before August?"

The fourth is bargaining.

"I'd like to lose by at least one score. It's a little more than ten!"

Finally, acceptance.

"· · · · · · Well, there are 18 losses in Korea's highest winning record! You can also win 10."

Eventually, at the end of the solstice to confirm the 10th consecutive defeat, Octoyeon laughed in vain with his mind completely destroyed.

As if she was preparing to go back, she seemed a little pitiful walking, but I decided to hold her for poor Octoyun.

"Hello."

"What, I'm not in the mood to say hello right now? · · · · ·? Why are you here?"

When I saw him say hello, other children bowed their heads.

I met you at the baseball field, but you might find it odd to go there on purpose and say hello, but once you say hello to an older adult, you're a high school student at the Eastern Ritual Station.

"You didn't come when I asked you to go see baseball! From now on, we'll go intuitively together."

The red eyes of the octopus, which was busy moving, looked at the posturban environment and stood still as if pressing the stop button.

A few seconds ago, an octopus that only seemed to be a fan of the network seemed to have had the head of the natives' eyes for a while.

* * *

The butterfly was walking in a dark corridor.

Lighting is just a few of the little frames on the walls of the hallway.

The butterfly used to look for this space every day after seeing him.

Her unconscious heart sank calmly when she looked at these numerous frames.

'It's not what you think.'

She walks out one step at a time, looking into the frame.

With wings wide open, butterflies pinned to the foundation pins were trapped in the frame and puffed.

The butterfly stops in front of a fixed butterfly against the background of a magenta painting.

'It was about this time that Miss Myung-geum collapsed. Why didn't he call me? The day the sealing ceremony went away, it was like calling me.'

A martial arts incarnation that was forced into a relationship with a god at a young age.

The Butterfly Spirit, who has been watching the bloodline since the Western War, never doubted that its powerful power would make good long-term sense.

The incarnation of the martial arts hides its power, and families who know its identity are powerless and frightened.

'It was perfect until then.'

I succeeded in giving and receiving blessings with sweet and plausible words.

At last, her father became ill because of the incarnation of the maggots, and she became alone.

So far, it has been the calculation of the Butterfly Spirit, but it has begun to go against where it came from.

'By the beginning of the summer the Ho chieftain had fallen into the house, and the child had not called me.'

I thought that when the seal was gone, all the courage that a teenage human child could naturally have would disappear and rely on himself.

'But thanks be to you. There's still a way.'

The butterfly took the small frame off the wall and put it in my arms and smiled.

Ends