Raising a Newbie and changing it [BL]

Did I have to save one or two of them and make them boil it down? I saw you were good at playing with people. I couldn't kill him after all.

Sung Cha-hyun reflected on himself. I should have made them practice killing people, but I was too busy raising them. That's why they didn't kill Holly's shock. If he heard potato-flavored onion chips, he would fall down by grabbing them by the back of his neck, but Sung Cha-hyun could not see anything. He breathed a long sigh.

A can robot, which was diligently watering the Guild's garden, put a water spray.

[Can Robot: Oh, right]

[Can Robot: Mom's Pension]

[Can Robot: You said you'd empty it if you were coming]

[Can Robots: Are we going to have a regular meeting?]

[OvO: ᅲᅲᅲ]Is Jingoo healthy?]

[Can Robots: Very Healthy]

[Can Robot: I hear you're about to give birth]

[OvO: Jeong Mo-hae]ᅲᅲᅲᅲᅲ우리진구ᅲᅲᅲᅲ]

[HAMSTERY: Who's Jingoo?]

[Huridisco: Jindo dog mix in pension yard]

The parents of the tin robot ran a pension in Gangneung, MT's mecca, after retirement. Since it was a workshop for college students and office workers, parents willingly offered pensions for their son's friends because they were very free during the off-season. Sung Cha-hyun put down a can of beer and ripped off a butter-roasted squid leg.

[Intellectual: Want to?]

[OvO: Yes!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Intellectual: I don't like it]

[OvO: ᅲᅲᅲ]ᅲᅲᅲ???]

OvO fell on the floor and began to cry. Jungmo would be busy grilling meat and drinking alcohol. Of course, meat and alcohol are good, but I could eat them at home. Sung Cha-hyun bit the squid's leg in his mouth. The hillbilly, who was sitting next to him, tilted his head.

[Heal-and-slow: square face]

[Hillin' Soft: Are we playing together at the pension?]

[Huridisco: Yes]

[Huridisco: Nice pension facility]

[OvO: ᄆ여여 일단 일단 일단 일단 일단 일단 일단 일단 일단]

[OvO: Jingoo is cute]ᅲᅲ]]]

[Hillin' Soft: Sounds like fun]

I want to go. Haha]

Sung Cha-hyun paused and chatted.

[Intellectual: Hey tin can]

[Can Robot: ᄋ?]

[Intellectual Property: Forming a regular meeting plan]

[Can Robot: ??]

[Intellectual: To join hands in engineering]

[Intellectual property: Good idea]

[OvO: Wow, really?]

[North Korean Cheese Burger: Hey, I]

[North Korean Cheese Burger: Bring Grilled Ozzy Skewers]

[Hx: I'll ask my sister, too]

OvO jumped up from his seat and jumped up and down. Sung patted Hiljulang's cute head. My kid's supposed to be funny. Shouldn't we? Choi Soo-bin's good-looking face fluttered before her eyes.

The character of the tin robot, who had come up with a plan, cursed with his eyes. Of course, I couldn't see my face, but I cursed with my armor. Of course, even for Sung Cha-hyun, the least amount of conscience.There's no such thing, but with minimal sociality and courtesy, we'll plan together, but the abominableness was annoying!

Whether or not the tin robot cursed with his armor, Sung Cha-hyun was busy clapping and watching his favorite cute Hill Julang.

[Review of the work]

You're about to have a relationship... (Finally.

You have created a Twitter account!

It's @103writing. If I don't follow the official bot, my account will be locked, so I temporarily followed several accounts. This is not a strange account.

Follow your dreams.

Sung Cha-hyun was somehow lonely these days. I made reservations for the pension, and so did the planning and preparations for the regular meeting, even though they were being carried out step by step.

All friendships are useless.….’

'Turn another Reid in your time for online dating.'

"Oh, don't be a dickhead. Just play a game."

Sung Cha-hyun has been feeling a bit empty lately, overshadowed by such a gimmick. He climbed on a crow ride and gazed lonelyly at the distant mountain. The annual train tried to hold Gao by his side, but was kicked out.

In fact, the Hast guilds thought it was a hundred to a thousand times better to be decent than to be angry and go wild....... I was a little concerned. Because he knew what was wrong with Sung Cha-hyun. The OvO hiding behind the guild's pillar cried.

(OvO: I never thought Malang would go to the Gongpot.)

(OvO: Who knew?)ᅲᅲ)))

(Huridisco: So...)

(Hurridisco: We've raised Eulma or her dearly.)

(North Korean Cheese Burger: Now? Here? All of a sudden? Gongpot?)

(Yonggari Fireworks): What if Malang is in politics??)

(Jik-Sal: Because you're good.)

(Jigsaw: You'll be fine.)

(LETTA: LOL)

(Can Robot: You don't have to worry.)

(Can Robots: But)

Guild members, who were chatting excitedly in a party chat without heels, looked at the intellectual side as if they had promised and shook their heads.

"Gongpot. Hill Julang Malang, a member of the top engineering college, was a place where there was no need to go." When there was no Hilljulang, it was Gongpot where Sung Cha-hyun went on an expedition to save his partner Healer and abandoned his temper.

It is a place where political quality, ignorance, and random skills of party members as hideous as Gacha are rampant! It's harder to meet a good party member than an SSR card!

A few days ago, Hiljulang threw a bomb at a guild chat.

[Hillumala: Until the eighth Ten Commandments]

[Healin' soft: I'm gonna break it with a ballpot.Haha]

No, why not?

Sung crushed the can of beer he was holding. Hiljulang Malang was now helping Sung Cha-hyun to recycle.

[Hillin' Soft: Well... Guild members are so good]

[Heal] [I don't think I can judge cold skills]

Then he joined a public party. All the guild members rushed in and shouted that they would make a cold judgment when they came with us, but Hiljulang was really stubborn. He eventually left for the ballpot.

Sung Cha-hyun and Guild members also thought that Hiljulangmalang would roll in the ballpot for a day or two before returning to the arms of the cozy guilders. But after three or four days, Hiljulang did not return.

Worries rose slightly. I let them see only good things and hear only good things, so I raised them as gentle as onions. What if I get blamed for something that's not right? My lips dried up. Then suddenly, he realized.

Gongpot healer may not be able to make a deal, but he's not as soft as he is!

Sung Cha-hyun is in a hurry. Hill julang was gentle but quite ambitious. It was an ambition for a deal. I had a feeling when I asked myself to look at more heels with a staff of the 11th round and a reagent bottle of the 15th round.

Public party healers play games without knowing who the healer they met randomly is. In other words, he tends to pour out his heels without overcoming the anxiety, "What if he doesn't heal and the party explodes?"

What if you go to the Hill Jullang Malang Gongpot where you used to play with a partner healer like yourself? You can make a deal with less heel. It would be heaven indeed.

I could hear a song somewhere saying, "Fulfill your dreams." No, it's just how I raised him. The eyes of the intellectual character shook violently with a sense of crisis. Before I knew it, a tin robot next to me knocked on my shoulder. Pointing out a quarrel by conditioned reflection.

(Intellectual: What are you looking at?)

(Can Robots: If you care.)

(Canned Robot: 팟)

(intellectual: ;)

(OvO: Huck Gongpot)

(OvO: I'm coming, too.@@@@@@@)

(HARDISCO: Ahhhhhhhhhhh.)

(HARRIDISCO: I'm going to cancel the Necromance.)

(LETTA: Don't forget about Lexington.)

(Can Robots: They sell parties?)

(intellectual: sleep only)

(Intellectual: You're not going to Bourne, are you?)

(OvO: Um... Never...)

(intellectual: come to the bouquet)

Sung Cha-hyun intentionally accessed as a Fire/Land Battlemage dealer Buchar, who was not affiliated with the guild. Then, I clicked on the friend window and looked at the guild members who were accessing one by one.

A tin robot. Anyone can tell it's a can robot's wealth, so you're out.

Mokdisco. You're advertising it as a waistdisco bouquet, aren't you? Out.

vvᄑ. OvO You go PVP for nicknames.

After a delicate screening, Sung secretly invited Letta's five-year-old Warlanger savings account and North Korean Cheese Burger's Buccane In-Fighter Insadongbul fists.

(Five-year term deposit: ᄋᄋ)