Song Dae-seok returned home from playing in the class president’s house unintentionally. It was the first time since he was in elementary school that he played with children of his age other than Min Green. After he started school, he happened to hang out with the remote, wide, Year 1 class 0.
However, since it was an exam period, he made snacks and chatted, but he did not play for this long.
‘Oh, why did I do that? I’m such a dog…’
I had a good time, but I soon regretted it. No, it was accurate to say that I regretted playing too well.
‘When that cool guy fights, he doesn’t even have a green, so he’s so excited….’Amidst the afterglow of playing and the rush of embarrassment, he flashed back his excitement like a child. Before Maeng Hyo-don and Bang Yeon-sub had a match, I didn’t care who won or lost, and I didn’t like the fact that I had to go see it.
However, when I came to my senses, I got up from my seat and looked at the stage. I felt my hands and feet shriveled as I remembered myself clenching his fists and screaming in excitement.
‘In addition to that, in the board game….’
In such an unfamiliar place, I couldn’t sleep at night because I didn’t have the pillow I usually used. He tried to pretend he was asleep because he didn’t want to be looked down on that he couldn’t sleep without the pillow he was using, but somehow, he had gotten caught and dragged away to play a board game.
Even though he was fully aware of all the rules of the game and covered Song Dae-seok openly, he could not avoid being last. Then, after breaking a long losing streak, when he barely took first place, he shouted out that he liked it without realizing it.
‘It’s not this. I wasn’t trying to be friendly.’
The great hero, Song Man-seok, an iron arm. All of his children and grandchildren had no powers. This was all except for Song Dae-seok.
In the meantime, Song Dae-seok was born with strong talents and his appearance resembled Song Man-seok’s youthful days, so the expectations around him seemed to skyrocket. In order to repay that expectation, he smiled even if he didn’t like it, and swallowed the words he wanted to say.
As a result, those who had a crush on Song Dae-seok harmed Min Green.
‘But they don’t care if I’m the granddaughter of the Iron Arm, they don’t care about my face… … .’
Then, wouldn’t it be okay if we became friends? Would it be okay if I did what I wanted to do? Green also seemed to want me to be friendly with the classmates and to do what I wanted to do.
Such self-rationalization and the guilt and responsibility as Min Green’s childhood friend mixed up, and his head was in a mess.
I looked into his mirror and saw messy hair that had completely covered his eyes. With that, I remembered one thing I had been procrastinating on.
‘…I need to take a new photo.’
An intern at the Players Association, as told by the suspicious vice-teacher. I was still debating whether to go or not, but I tried to apply and think about it. However, due to security concerns, the documents were returned because the photos were not clearly visible.
Even if his hair was turned over for a short time only when taking pictures, it would have been a problem if he covered his face like this.
Song Dae-seok fell into trouble.
‘…Should I cut it?’
* * *
‘…Shall I ask you to cut it?’
room in the dormitory. He fell into trouble while organizing the conversation he had with Hwang Jiho alone in his head.
—Right now, the barbarians are chasing the whereabouts of the ‘Ghost of Imoogi.’
After Kim Yuri’s topic was settled, Hwang Jiho said so.
—There have been several incidents at the National Museum of Contemporary Korean Painting. There was a connection with Hong Kyung-bok’s excommunicated disciple whose right hand was amputated in an ‘unfortunate accident.’
There were two incidents that have raised such a hot topic.
First, the remodeling of the Museum of Contemporary Korean Art. It was said that the art museum, which earned a lot of money from admission through the exhibition of paintings by Hong Kyung-bok and Min Green, underwent extensive remodeling in the name of improving the cultural welfare of the people.
—In the process, the director did a lot of things in the process of selecting a contractor and bidding. Well, this case was handed over to the lawmaker who was investigating the theft. As the Jin people who pay taxes to the Korean government, they can pamper the representatives of the Korean people.
I could tell he was talking about Seong Guk-eon. Was this guy messing around with my playable character?
Although it was not something I would say to make fun of Hwang Jiho…
—In the past, it seems that a lot of school teachers, including our thinking group, were tormented in the name of requesting data.
It was like being a common person. Hearing those words, considering the workload of the Eungwang High teacher, I decided to give Hwang Jiho’s hand this time. When I thought of the faces of the children in my class who said they could not play with Professor Ham Geun Hyeong and would instead pass on a lesson to the second-grader, it seemed that Seong Guk-eon was a little bit wrong.
No, there was nothing wrong with Seong Guk-eon after all, simply because he did what he had to do. Again, there was nothing wrong with my playable character.
—The problem is the second, a mental illness prevalent among museum staff.
—All the employees who complained of symptoms of mental illness were those who took care of the artwork during the remodeling period.
—Looks like you messed up their minds. It seems that garbage entered the art museum as a cleaning service and planted a medium for mental manipulation skills.
The moment I heard that, I was furious. The rubbish spread rumors that Min Green had been abused before, and argued that the mental disorder complained by all the museum staff was the aftermath of the abuse.
This meant that the same number of techniques used as a means of stealing the paintings of Hong Kyung-bok and Min Green was used again to uncover Min Green. Here I was, in trouble again.
‘…Shall I ask him to cut off the rest of his hands as well?’
I thought Hwang Jiho would do it for him.
—Hong Kyung-bok, who understood the situation, personally appraised all the artworks in the museum. As a result, it was confirmed that a total of over 30 works of art were replaced. Except for a few, they were all works by Min Green and Hong Kyung-bok. Today, this will also be reported.
When I checked the portal news site, there was an article on the front page that included Hong Kyung-bok’s face and a list of stolen art.
—The damage to those who caused the insanity is worse than expected. Guess I’ll need a little more time to get a clue through them.
Hwang Jiho’s words ended there. When I heard the whole story, I felt confused.
‘The list of stolen art is more than I expected. Maybe this is related to the scenario.’
In the game, playable characters that made the chaotic world more chaotic next year appeared thick and short and then disappeared. I was the rotten deceased who cherished all playable characters.
However, the character was a particularly sore, no, shriveled finger.
‘There are still not enough clues. I can’t decide!’
With that, I turned on the messenger with the alarm off, feeling like I was escaping from reality.
There were more messages than expected. In particular, one message room had a different number of digits in the number of messages piled up.
[Geum Chansol] Hey.
[Wang Chansol] Suspicious bastard, get a message!
[Geum Chansol] Hey!!!
[Wang Chansol] Are you sleeping?
[Geum Chansol] Are you sleeping now?
I was sleepy yesterday because I couldn’t sleep. Why the hell were these guys causing such an uproar in the morning?
[Geum Chansol] You called that poor, stinky first disciple. I know it all!
[Wang Chansol] How did Zhuge Jagul come to know about it? He showed me a picture, but when I looked at the location and angle where it was taken, it was just the position where the suspicious junior was sitting.
Did you just know that?! The madmen representing the Year 2 Class 0 students were also extraordinary.
However, what did Hong Gyubin do?
[Geum Chansol] The first disciple went away with Master Jegal after eating while talking about the association’s work! I couldn’t even eat dessert!
[Wang Chansol] Secretly, I prepared everything to sleep through the night!
It seemed that Hong Gyubin came to school after seeing the picture. As an added bonus, it seemed that the Zhuge Jagul was also taken from Class 0 and the Newspaper Department.
I also added Hong Gyubin’s message room next to it.
[Hong Gyubin] Euishin-ah, thank you for the report. Thanks to you, I had a good time with the teacher!
[Hong Gyubin] When you wear nice clothes, you should have a cup of tea or a drink in a nice place.
[Hong Gyubin] We will keep in touch like this more often!^^!
It was clear that Hong Gyubin was going to play with the Zugal Jagul using the excuse of work.
‘What the heck did the Zhuge Jagul, who had been hitting the iron wall thoroughly, went with Hong Gyubin?’
Putting this question aside for now, I continued to read Chansol’s truth message.
[Geum Chansol] You know that, right? there’s no way you didn’t know If the first disciple opened his mouth, he would talk about Master Jagul!
It was true that Hong Gyubin only talked about Zhuge Jagul when he opens his mouth, but I didn’t know that he would come this far and take it out.
[Chansol Wang] Shall I get a new outfit from Jagul just because I’m mad?
[Geum Chansol] ㅇㅇ Then. Was this outfit also designed by the chief designer himself? [Wang Chansol] ㅇㅇ It is. He said that he would like to meet him in person to reconsider his figures and receive inspiration.
[Geum Chansol] The top designers of Neru have eyes to see. Let’s make an excuse for not being able to play yesterday and drag it away. Aaa!
[Wang Chansol] Let’s ask Garamgap to shoot a smoke of tears. Yes! The referee’s outfit that Zhuge Jagul wore that day was probably a custom suit, not a ready-made suit for Neru.
The two of them forgot my existence and began to talk about the design of party clothes and swimsuits for Zhuge Jagul.
‘… … Weren’t you sending a message to me?’
I thought it would be okay to ignore it, so I didn’t reply and decided to check the next message.
[Yeom Jun-yeoul] Hello, Master.
[Yeom Jun-yeoul] There is a 60% chance of precipitation in Eunkwang-gu today. It is said that the rainy season will start a little later than usual, but be sure to bring an umbrella just in case!
After exchanging contact information with Yeom Jun-yeoul, I received greetings every day. Comments on the weather and a summary of what happened to Yeom Jun-yeoul the day before were added to the greeting.
When I asked if it would be cumbersome to say hello every day, Yeom Jun-yeoul replied.
—My father taught me that it is one of the etiquettes of a disciple to say hello and say hello to the master every day!
The second master liked to travel, so he was often away, so he didn’t force it. It was said that it was the influence of his father’s teachings, but it was a strange sound because there was no way that the heat dissipation was strictly respected among the priests.
‘I think it’s because I just want to be greeted by Yeom Jun-yeoul every morning.’
This was probably the correct answer. I felt sorry that I was wasting time during the exam period, which I missed by one minute, so I told myself that I didn’t have to be so polite.
However, after a long time, after much thought, I wrote, ‘It would be disrespectful to send a message every day to take Master’s time…… ?’
In the end, I let Yeom Jun-yeoul do what he wanted to do and sent a brief greeting.
[Me] Yes, you also take good care of your umbrella.
[Yeom Jun-yeoul] Yes! thank you!
[Yeom Jun-yeoul] (stamp)
On the stamp sent by Yeom Jun-yeoul, there was a deformed picture of the Hongryeong that he summoned to Gwanglim. With a warm heart, I checked the following message.
[Kim Yuri] Eushin, tomorrow is the 2nd quarter student representative meeting!
[Kim Yuri] I have all the materials ready. Read it once! ^▽^!
Kim Yuri was acting as if nothing had happened that morning. She couldn’t decide how she had taken her words, ‘It’s okay to go crazy.’
That said, I didn’t want to dig out what Yuri Kim was thinking right now. She said, ‘This time, I wanted to help make the material.’
[Me] Yes. I’ll read it.
[Kim Yuri] Let’s make the materials for the next meeting together.
Even if she didn’t think about it, Kim Yuri would safely go to school next semester and participate in the 3rd quarter student representative meeting together.
* * *
Monday, after school. The tumultuous day came to an end when the final exam results were announced. This time, the 3rd year senior and second-seat was Do Won-woo. The 2nd year senior was Dong-ha Chun, and the second was Yeom Jun-yeoul.
Among first-year students, Joo Soo-hyuk and An Da-in took the joint top spot.
‘I heard that Yeom Jun-yeoul was aiming for the senior, but it’s a pity.’
My student studied hard because he said he was aiming for the senior. I couldn’t help it because Cheon Dong-ha was excellent like my playable character. With that thought in mind, Kim Yuri and I were moving to the student center.
Ding dong. A message soon arrived from Moon Sae-ron.
[Moon Sae-ron] Yap, Jo Euishin!
[Moon Sae-ron] Are you with Yuri-nim right now?
[Me] Uh, why?
[Moon Sae-ron] Don’t come in through the front door! Come through the back door!
Whatever it was, I decided to follow it. “Then let’s go to the back door. I’ll guide you!”
On the way to the conference room A for the student representative meeting through the back door after arriving as instructed by Kim Yuri, Moon Sae-ron’s intention was understood.
“I liked that both the lead and supporting actors had a clear sense of purpose.”
“Right. It melts in every line….”
Joo Soohyuk and An Da-in were also riding a thumb disguised as a reading appreciation party in the aisle of the front door.
