My Dad Is Too Strong

In a running bus.

Seol Yun-hee was looking out the window at the scenery. The last class of the second semester is just around the corner. At this moment, the four-character idiom, "The difference between life and death," came to mind. It feels like yesterday that I entered the academy, but I'm already in the third grade soon.

"Come on. You guys are so excited right now, remember, it's not a picnic, it's a retreat. In particular, it's reflected in your grades in your third-grade class, so do your best to practice!"

The last class of the second grade was a retreat.

However, unlike other ordinary school retreats, Hunter Academy designated a place for each class and led the cadets. In the case of Class A, where Seol Yoon-hee belongs, the temple "Bokwangsa" in Yeonje-gu, Busan was held.

"Yes!"

The cadets answered briskly.

The instructor put down the microphone and sat down again in the seat. The cadets were still excited and chattering, but they didn't bother touching any more. They are teenagers before their status as cadets, and it would be fun for them to go somewhere with all their friends.

"Oh, I need to get some sleep."

We have about an hour until we arrive.

The instructor put a sleep shade on his eyes, slightly reclined his chair and folded his arms.Perhaps because he was busy preparing for this and that from dawn, the instructor quickly fell asleep, and soon began to snore.

At that moment, the inside of the bus became quiet as if it had been.

The class president winked at the children. Then, each of the children began to take 'alcohol' out of his bag. cider with wine Pet bottles, soju from inside the Pringles cookie jar, and other unusual methods were all mobilized.

"Put it fast before the instructor notices."

The class president opened the duffel bag he had brought. Each child began to hold a bottle of soju or two cans of beer, the quota given. Then, Seo Jin-soo took out a bottle of wine. Children who saw the incised "Valentine" engraved on the sickbed exclaimed in a small exclamations were made.

"Wow, what is that?"

"Balentine, forty years."

"Oh! As expected of Jinsu! What about Hye-jung next to you?

"I'm soju."

"All right, all right. What about Yoon-hee?

Seol Yoon-hee seemed to be in trouble. But the captain quickly nodded as if he understood. It was not easy for minors to get alcohol, so even if they had friends who couldn't get it, they seemed to move on right away.

"I can't help it. So, we've collected them all now, ·······."

"Now."

"Oh! There was Yong-yong!"

"Ahem!"

Yong-yong showed his face by handing over alcohol.

It's a little different from regular liquor.

The Chinese characters in the white letters were written as "jukyeopcheong."

"Is it Chinese liquor? Anyway, that'sir. Whoo-hoo."

The class leader went back to the back seat with his thumb raised.

“·····.”

Seol Yoon-hee and Carthiel looked at Yong-yong as if they were dumbfounded.

"Oh, you don't think I stole from you?

Marmu asked, pointing to a box of 12 pieces of chocolate bread held by the Wei Zhonggi.

"The critical period. Where did you get that?"

"This? I barter with Overload."

The Wei Zhonggi took out a piece of chocolate bread and gave it to Murmu.

"Do you want one too?"

"I'd appreciate it if you gave it to me. But what did you barter with?"

"Juyeopcheong."

"Oh! That's a real gain!"

The Wei Zhonggi nodded as if to admit it.

* * *

The academy sought to stabilize the people's livelihoods and improve the students' skills through a training session.

Two weeks ago, the temple monks were in a state of anxiety due to a sudden crack in Bokwangsa Temple, and I was only happy to have such talented cadets at Hunter Academy.

The temple was able to eliminate the great rift, which is a headache, and from the standpoint of the Academy, it is win-win because it provides accommodation and cultivation of the cadets' hands-on experience.

"Thank you for coming all the way."

The monk bowed down to the lecturer with a thud.

Accordingly, the instructor greeted him and looked at the entrance of the cracks in the air.

The instructor, who had already come down by himself a few days ago and completed a preliminary investigation, ordered the cadets to prepare for the punishment.

The cadets, including Seol Yoon-hee, packed their own equipment.

And with the instructor at the forefront, the cadets confidently backed in.

The punitive action ended successfully in a short time of two hours and ten minutes.

No one was killed or injured, so it was a great success.

The cadets who changed their sweaty suits and finished taking a shower gathered in the temple's main hall.

The monk, whose troubles were gone, had an unceasing benevolent benevolence.

"I don't have anything, but I'd like a lot of course.

"Thank you!"

Thick.

A monk who closes his bowels and leaves.

The size of the restaurant was not enough, so the cadets huddled together in the main hall for a meal. Each of the statues in front of the cadets was decorated with so-called "jeolbap."

Mixed grain rice, spinach, bean sprouts, kimchi, dried radish soup.

It was a typical dress with no meat in it.

I didn't have any major complaints because everyone had some expectations.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

"Where can I hear a dog barking?”

Seo Jin-soo looked around and found Yong-yong.

Yong-yong seemed to be very dissatisfied with his diet, and he was grinding his teeth.

Monk Izaasu. Stomach, ····.

Carthiel couldn't finish his speech and took a sip of the soup.

Come to think of it, did Yong-yong have any "body" left?

Yong-yong was quite shocked by the meatless diet.

"I can't stop you, really."

Seol Yoon-hee sighed and bought it from a rest area in her bag and handed the leftover chicken gangjeong to Yong-yong. Yong-yong smiled mildly, smiling broadly, and began to eat fried chicken with rice.

"Poot. They're really the opposite."

Jung Hye-jung, who was sitting next to Seo Jin-soo, burst into laughter.

I don't know what kind of species it is, but I heard Yong-yong and Carthiel are monsters of the same species.

But it was amazing how different it could be.

From eating to personality and speaking style.

"But by what time do we have to get up tomorrow?”

"You said the instructor would leave at 9 a.m."

"Oh, that's right. You can get up at about eight."

The instructor has already finished his meal and is making a final check to see if there is any further abnormality in the already broken Great Crack. I don't know how long it will take, but I heard that once the confirmation is completed, I will sleep in the separate room provided by the temple.

A cadet noticed and carefully opened his mouth.

"··까까까까까까?"

Isn't it a little early?”

Apart from that, ····. Are we really okay to drink?”

"You'd be in big trouble if the instructor caught you. And the place is temple."

A strange stream of air flowed among the cadres. Everyone's finished eating.

They brought alcohol to recall their last class as sophomores, the last one for today. The class leader carefully groaned his bag of liquor.

"Gulp."

"Wa와···"

When I opened the zipper, the colorful drinks showed off their appearance.

Most of them were beer and the next was soju.

"This is the 40th year of Valentine's Day."

"What is this?"

"I heard Yong-yong has bamboo leaves."

"Grrrr. Jukyeopcheong sounds good."

"How do you know you like someone you haven't even tried?”

The eyes of the cadets, who had been agonizing over it until a while ago, went wide.

Drinking was like Romance at their age.

Seol Yoon-hee flinched for a moment at the eyes of her greedy friends.

"Hey, guys, wouldn't it be a nuisance to the monks if we had a drinking party here?"

"Yoon-hee has a lot of worries. Of course I know! Guys! Let's drink quietly, and clean up later."

The class president shouted quietly, picking a can of beer.

One person started, and the rest of the cadets also held a can of beer in their hands.

Seol Yun-hee, who realized that she could not be stopped at this point, was forced to join her.

But she knew her thin drink, so she replaced it with cola.

'Still, ···'

as time goes by

Seol Yun-hee smiled slowly.

Because it was really fun to be with my friends.

Carthiel must have noticed such Seol Yun-hui's mind, leaning just beside her thigh.

* * *

The liquor plate, which began at 6 p.m., continued until after 10 p.m.

Except for a few children who had already become unconscious, about 30 other cadets were in a state of mental disorder. Since it was their first time drinking, many people were very drunk even though they didn't drink much.

in a calm and quiet way

Karshiel confirmed that Seol Yun-hui was sleeping, and spread out the bedding and laid her down. And in turn, he spread the bedding for the other children. About 30 cadets who were still alive were now smacking their mouths when they saw a few drinks left. Then, the class president suddenly said,

"Guys."

"Huh?"

"You guys know what?"

A class president who suddenly sets the mood and makes his voice heard.

The cadets began to listen attentively, sipping alcohol or forgetting snacks one by one.

"Behimos is going down the center.”

The children's ears pricked at the word "center."

For many hunters, the words 'Behimos' and 'Central' were very interesting topics.

"You know, Hunter Administration announced that the strongest ranker in the heart was Impeleheim and Baal?”

"Right."

"I saw it on TV."

Jung Hye-jung smiled and drank a sip of beer.

Then, looking at Seo, who was sleeping, leaning against her shoulder, drooling to her saliva, he sighed, brought her a pillow and a blanket and laid her down.

The captain looked at each of his friends, who were focused on him.

"I heard from Kwak Young-ho." There's actually an informal ranker stronger than the two."

"Well, really? No, crazy. Not a lie?"

"Then Kwak Young-ho, a class S senior, would lie."

"He, so?"

Jung Hye-jung blinked her eyes and added a chime.

Then the class president continued to talk excitedly.

"It's called 'overroad' or something among the rankers. Anyway, that overloaded man is the king of the center. In a word, it's a dead end."

"Ahem."

"It is the king of the Dragon. So I said Dragon Road."

Dragon was a terror to the people.

A creature so powerful that it cannot be compared to ordinary monsters.

Not to mention the dragon's "road."

"But what's even more surprising is that the Dragon Lord has a foothold on Earth."

"Ahem!"

"It is said that Dragon is ranked by the number on his forehead, ······. Dragon Lord has number one on his forehead."

Eh-Eh-Eh-Eh-Eh-Eh!

"No, Yong-yong. Can you please be quiet when someone's talking?”

The class president was irritated by Yong-yong, who kept cutting off horses.

At the moment, the class president saw a number on Yong-yong's forehead.

“······.”

Yongyong pointed his forehead with his front foot.

Stretching his belly forward, he put on a brave face.

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