Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

In this world, where the boundaries of fiction and reality became obscure, the boundaries between merit and science were also unclear.

There were laws of physics that could not be transcended by merit, and merits that ignored logic and science.

Above that ambiguous boundary were talented players, factions and player satellites.

The player association's satellite, which detects the transfer and records the subjugation of Enemies and the player's performance award, was a crystal made with the scientific skill of humanity and the talent of a faction.

How player satellites work has also been dealt with in the General Headquarters, which oversees players' associations in different countries, and the information made available to the general public has been limited and it has been extremely rare for those who understand it.

"· · · · · · Guest researcher?"

"I saw a satellite information interpretation web application developed by a Songmare student. The engineers and programmers from the lab under the team have seen the algorithm envisioned by the Songmare student, and they need to get him to the lab right away."

Are you referring to the web application that the player association that Mingreen said blocked access to the web page?

Song Dae-Stone is just a good player who likes satellites, but he thinks this might be a bad judgment.

The Association's satellite management team has no time to rest in preparation for the blackout.

There was no end to the retreat, but during this busy time, Jem Ji-hwa, the team leader, was moving.

'Can Songdae read the number of black tents through satellite?'

Imperialization continued, leaving me in awe.

"Songmare students supported the Association internship. However, the intern's security level has limited access to information, which is insufficient to save Song's marble students' abilities. Although unprecedented, executives with the human resources of the satellite management team unanimously voted in favour of recruiting Songmare students as guest researchers."

The more I heard about Imperialization, the more surprising it was.

After hearing those remarks, I was so proud.

As expected, my playable character had other talents!

"Hey, can a high school student be a researcher?"

"It's rare, but it's not! Players' societies are performance- and skill-oriented. I heard that you are also a guest researcher at the Private Lab in our school!"

Even in a disadvantaged world, there are children with special talents in specific fields, and they are recognized for their achievements regardless of age and education.

The same was true in this world.

It was a good example of such an intelligent monster.

"Marble, what do you want to do? If you don't give up, you don't have to."

Song Man-seok, who waited until the end of Imjee's words, opened his mouth for the first time.

Song Man-seok said that the eyes of Imperialization are full of power.

If only Song Man-seok were not beside him, he would hold Song Man-seok with power and be Bill.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I couldn't feel the things that were happening, and the first stone that opened my mouth and dreaded my eyes spoke.

"You saw the web application I created?"

"Yes, I am."

Song Dae-green, who was lying down, was raised by Min-green.

It looks like Ming Green is holding a stone in his arms because of his body size.

"Which web application are you referring to?"

"Huh?"

Song Dae-Seok said something unexpected.

"Satellite Indicator Interpretation App? Or a relapse pattern analysis app? Oh, is it a relay variable conversion prediction app?"

The face of the Imperialization that heard the name of the program that was never heard of grew brighter.

"Wasn't it one? More, more?"

"We're still working on it. The observations are only published on the Association's homepage. We used an algorithm to extract hidden information values based on the published values."

"Let's sign a work contract first! Marble!"

"Huh, let the marble check with the doctor and proceed!"

"Mr. Iron Arm! Get out of the way! Marble is the talent we need!"

Song Mangstone interrupts the embellishment by breaking the polite tone and handing over the tablet.

Chaos has followed for some time.

* * *

After leaving Songdaemon and Songmandon, Hong Kyung-woong and four Imperial shoes, I left them outside the room.

The children in the hallway were all trembling and celebrating the marble.

"I guess he didn't just like satellites. Somehow, every time I talk about satellites, I don't know what I'm talking about."

"Greene, have you been studying satellites for a long time?"

"The marble caught the player's satellite model toy even at the feast of stone!"

Ming Green was as pleased with what had happened to Song Dae-Stone as he was with his work and unraveled all kinds of denunciations.

Although most of our social life has been cut off since elementary school, we could only tell when we were very young, that Song Dae-green liked satellites and Min-green liked Song Dae-green very much.

'I think a new phase will unfold before the information.'

Song Dae-Stone is information about satellites and only knows the extent to which ordinary high school students can get it.

What happens if such a stone enters a laboratory that deals directly with satellites?

'The number of satellite-related scenarios for the Association will increase!'

Song Man-seok and Hong Kyung-woong are standing in the middle, so there's nothing more to eat than Song Dae-woong.

When Song Dae-Stone fell on the intern, my heart was flustered, but it was really good.

"I mean, maybe it's marble, Grandpa. Isn't he the one you saw on the picnic?"

"Oh, I see."

"I think you're the one with the goggles that greeted you! It's marble. It was your grandfather."

"Did you meet Song's grandfather during the picnic?"

"When I just arrived in the Han River, Mr. Hammeleon said hello to someone who dragged a bicycle."

Mingreen, who did not realize that he was still not wearing AR glass, opened his eyes and heard the story of the picnic.

Kwon Lena, who had been talking about the picnic for a while, looked down at the cookie box in her arms and said,

"Hey, I think the marble is going to be a long talk with the adults, so why don't you go see Glass first?"

"Yes, go!"

"Let's go. He looks fine anyway."

"Master Song and Grandpa are here, so the marble will be fine. I want to see the glass too!"

When the destination was determined, Emperor Ho walked ahead.

Unlike the room in Song Dae-Stone, which was just near the elevator, Kim Yuri's room was far away.

"Dog money."

"I saw Ji Ho take a security card a couple of times, and this floor was this big? The top floor didn't even lead to another building!"

"Due to the nature of the player, I heard that there was a special ward."

During the passage of several doors and a long corridor, children's anxiety grew.

The anxiety of the children grew, as the popularity of the village became increasingly rare.

"There have been a lot of casualties in this case. But the whole family went home the same day. Only those who were hospitalized were poisoned and Kim Yuri."

"Did the glass get poisoned?"

"Kim Yuri was neither poisoned nor injured. Those who have seen it for themselves will understand."

Huangjiho replied to Mingreen's question and looked at Wang Hyeong-don and Kwonna.

The two people who witnessed Kim Yuri's madness stared across the hall with a dark face without saying a word.

"Kim Yuri has a madness linked to the power of many higher beings. It continued to repress and then erupted into this incident, the aftermath of which remains. I've been struggling with the pressure of the bipolar wave, the bipolar pressure. This is not what you can do with treatment."

The Emperor stands in front of the golden door.

At the door of the light, which is completely incompatible with the hospital, the ancient language was written with a shred of magic.

'Did Emperor do the shielding himself?'

I couldn't read the Ancient language, but I was able to recognize the protection of the Emperor several times.

I don't know if the Emperor opened the shield, but the children who sensed the high density of this ability looked at the door with a nervous face.

"Don't fall behind me."

Immediately after saying that, the Emperor opened the door with a card key.

Shrik-.

As soon as the door opens, the pressure of the bipolar wave hits us.

Paaah! Paaah!

A wave of gold and water burst before my eyes.

When the clash of light and light ceases, the Emperor fills his tongue.

"It still bothers me to have a parent around Kim Yuri. There's no one here to hurt her."

When the shield unfolded by the Emperor initiated all blue bipolar waves.

I heard a small rumble.

On the other side of the dark room, I felt popular.

"Who are you?"

It was Kim Yuri's voice.

"Captain!"

The money ran towards the voice-over side, but was stopped by the moonlight.

"Ji Ho told me not to go forward!"

"The commander is not in the shield the bastard unfolded!"

"Rest assured, those who annoy Kim Yuri will not harm Kim Yuri alone."

Soon the automatic lighting that sensed our movements was powered on.

Kim Yuri, wrapped in a blanket and looking at this side, did not have a scar, as Huangji said.

"Hey, guys, aren't you here?"

Kim Yuri smiled brightly after confirming our appearance.

Kim Yuri seemed to be a bit of a Yawin in a short time, but seemed energetic.

* * *

The boy was wandering.

He wandered and wandered away, visiting all the cities he had left behind, where the gods of music and art had left their breath.

Paris, Greece, Barcelona, Sydney, Florence, São Paulo, Vienna.

The boy who visited both the city and the facility, where ancient and contemporary famous musicians had gone through it once, was in despair.

'Nowhere.'

The boy who discovered the greatness and joy of art even in the sound of falling raindrops was in the middle of a pit of silence and despair.

'The existence I seek does not exist anywhere.'

Following in the footsteps of all existing musicians, he concluded so.

The boy sitting under the mantra of a slum that collapses into a crooked shape recalls what the teacher said.

[I know you're not obsessed with life.]

The teacher, who transcended human life with an unknown power, whether it was a blessing or a curse, used to stroke the boy's head straight with his wrinkled hands.

[But one day you will also have meaning in life. As soon as I heard her play, I became infinitely grateful for this long life.]

But for the boy, the moment of 'gratitude' did not come.

Even her play, which gave the teacher the meaning of life, did not impress the boy so much.

'Is there a reason I should live?'

It was when the boy thought so.

An alarm was arriving at the boy's device.

Of the videos uploaded in the past week, one was tagged with a performance-related tag and an alarm was triggered when views exceeded a certain level.

'· · · · · You'll be disappointed when I see you again.'

Though he thought so, the boy checked the alarm and opened the video.

The name of the school was hashtaged when I entered the video, but I had never been to school.

"Silver Advertising"? Another club that performed well in that class? '

The boy presses the play button without any expectation.

When I pressed the play button, there was a scene other than the club room of the silver ad I saw several times.

Someone was playing the violin against the background of the sea.

The tone of the perfectly trimmed summit violin was echoing between the sounds of the sunset.

'Blue violinist · · · · ·.'

It was the teacher's muse.

The boy sighed.

A blue violinist was performing beautifully, but that was all.

The boy had never been touched by the admiration of the teacher in the performance of authoritarianism.

It was when a disappointed boy tried to stop the video without listening to the play.

"Huh?"

I heard a strange tone mixed with the performance of the authoritarian.

It was the tone of a stubborn stiff violin.

Careful, awkward and hard notes were mixed in with the perfect finesse of the author.

"Beautiful."

It is an infinitely immature tone compared to the blue violinist proposition, and every time that clumsiness followed, tears gushed from the boy's eyes.

"Beautiful!"

The moment he heard the ripe play, he could feel the meaning of his life for the first time.

On the screen, a girl who seemed like a high school student clumsily played the violin.

The violin tone of the girl who puts harmony into the play of the greatest violinist in the world dominated the boy's head.

"Finally found my muse!"

Silver Advertisement Grade 0 and above.

It was the moment when his return was decided.

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