EX rank supporting role’s replay in a prestigious school

Central district student center, student council room.

Student council officials were talking about the last Children’s Day incident.

“Oh, if I knew this would happen, I should have gone to Jamsil Baseball Stadium that day. I pretended to be busy because I didn’t want to hear Wonwoo whining.”

The vice president of the student council, Ji Myung-soo, was half lying on the sofa and grumbling.

Yoo Sang-hee, a clerk of the student council who sits across the street and drinks juice, also expressed regret.

“I hate to be with Wonwoo, but if I knew Junyeol and Sanghoon’s friends were coming, I would have taken my brother with me. Sanghoon doesn’t say anything, but he seemed to be disappointed.”

“Oh, if your brother’s friend, are you talking about the kids in Group 13 of the entrance exam? They keep getting caught up in the case, so I don’t know if they’re lucky or bad. One went to the military high school, right? I think I heard Wonwoo’s cousin’s roommate.”

“Yeah, I think so. It would have been nice if Namwook and Shihu came to our school. Wonwoo needs to transfer.”

“Hahahaha! Don’t send my clown away. Sometimes, I mean, I get annoyed a lot, so I think, ‘Please transfer.’ But Wonwoo worked hard this time. Give him a compliment.”

Although Ji Myung-soo teased Do Won-woo, there were times when he pushed between the two on a whim once in a while.

Recognizing the meaning, the student council executives smiled at Ji-myung unnoticed by Yoo Sang-hee.

Ji Myung-soo gently clenched his fist, meaning, “If Sang-hee finds out, I might be hit, so shut up.”

“Yeah, I think Myung-soo is right. Wonwoo was nice to me this time, but he was talking too much. All my brother’s friends were safe and unharmed.”

Yoo Sang-hee said with a gentle smile whether she knows the silent communication that comes and goes behind her.

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The automatic door opened, and Do Won-woo and Yeom Joon-yeol appeared.

They were two people who played as attackers at Jamsil Baseball Stadium’s two-game attack party.

“Hi, I’m sorry I’m late. I had something to talk to the Hwangmyeong Foundation with Junyeol today.”

“Hello.”

When Do Won-woo and Yeom Joon-yeol finished their greetings, Yoo Sang-hee got up and talked to them.

“I saw the article, Wonwoo. You’ve done a good job. My brother’s friends were there, and I’m glad everyone got back safely.”

“Thank you, Sanghee! I’ve been thinking about you the whole time!”

Do Won-woo was ready to hold Yoo Sang-hee’s hand right away.

Without caring about him, she turned right away and talked to Yeom Joon-yeol.

“Junyeol, you did a great job, too. It was like a star player. I’m proud to be your senior. I saw a video of him pitching the first pitch. I don’t know much about baseball, but his form was very neat.”

“Thank you, Sanghee.”

Do Won-woo felt complicated when he saw Yeom Joon-yeol, who heard longer compliments than him.

Yeom Joon-yeol is an excellent, friendly, humble, and polite junior.

However, I didn’t want to see smiling and saying “Sanghee noona” with the face of most idols or actors.

In the end, the ugly heart that was wriggling in Do Won-woo’s heart was expressed in words.

“Don’t act like you’re close to Sang-hee, Yeom-joon…Urgh!”

Oh, my God.

Before finishing his speech, Yoo Sang-hee threw something toward his back.

It was Do Won-woo, who felt a sign but decided not to avoid.

“What are you saying to your junior? It’s dirty, Wonwoo. And you think about me the whole time you’re taking care of your enemies? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Sanghee, I always think about you.”

“I feel bad.”

“What! Sanghee, are you in a bad mood? If you’re sick, let’s go to the nurse’s office. I’ll give you a piggyback ride.”

“Lazy.”

Do Won-woo was not daunted by Yoo Sang-hee’s sell-off.

Meanwhile, Yeom Joon-yeol, who is accustomed to this situation, chatted with Ji Myung-soo with an expression of no offense.

Kim Yu-ri, who was watching the scene, smiled small and talked to An Da-in.

“Haha, you guys are having fun today. Right, Dain?

“·······Yes.”

An Da-in answered half-heartedly as if she were distracted by something.

Kim Yu-ri looked into the hologram that An Da-in was looking at.

‘I think this is a video from Jamsil Baseball Stadium.’

What An Da-in was watching was a video of the Jamsil Baseball Stadium attack.

The face was treated with a blurring effect, but Kim Yu-ri could immediately tell who was in the video.

‘It’s Ui-Shin that’s casting with the rod. Hyodon and Soohyuk are protecting him. Wow, they’re all good at fighting.’

An Da-in’s eyes did not fall from Joo Soo-hyuk.

Joo Soo-hyuk freely wielded a double-edged sword and completely blocked Enemy’s movement.

Joo Soo-hyuk’s colorful double sword skills stood out compared to Maeng Hyo-don, who was heavy but couldn’t move on the spot.

An Da-in may have another reason, so he can’t take his eyes off it.

Seeing her smiling faintly and looking at Joo Soo-hyuk on the screen, Kim Yu-ri cheered in her heart.

Dain, way to go!

After a short cheer, Kim Yu-ri also scrapped the video that An Da-in was watching on her device.

Kim Yu-ri, who was watching the scrap video from the beginning, was amazed.

“Everyone’s amazing! I’m still nervous just by looking at virtual energy, but how can I fight like this when we’re the same age? I want to listen to it myself.’

Two of my classmates appeared in the article.

It was natural that he wanted to hear about his performance in person.

I couldn’t talk much about the Jamsil Baseball Stadium incident because I was busy ticketing today.

Hyodon and Ui-Shin worked hard, so I’ll pack something delicious tomorrow.’

Watching the video with An Da-in, Kim Yu-ri made plans for tomorrow.

*    *    *

Prodigy, Min Green. who surprised the Korean art world 10 years ago.

In fact, Min Green was from a family that had no connection with the art world.

“Was it when Min Green first came across art when she was seven years old?’

It was when Song Man-seok visited the home of his longtime close friend, painter Hong Kyung-bok, with his grandson Song Dae-seok and his childhood friend Min Green.

Min Green looked at Hong Kyung-bok’s brushstrokes as if he was possessed and soon got into a big accident.

While the adults were away, she poured the brush on Hong Kyung-bok’s unfinished work, “Imugi’s Gwichon.”

Song Man-seok belatedly found out and bowed his head and asked for forgiveness.

However, Hong Kyung-bok expressed his admiration for the “Imugi’s Gwichon.” completed by Min Green.

The “Imugi’s Gwichon.” was destined to be completed by the hand of this prodigy.

Hong Kyung-bok said, “If Min-green becomes my disciple, I will not ask her to take responsibility for this.”

A seven-year-old child who had never held a brush completed a master’s painting and became a disciple.

After the incident, the Korean art community and the media did not hide their expectations, saying they had found a prodigy to lead the future art world.

Starting with the history of the prodigy, ‘Imugi’s Gwichon’ is on display at the National Museum of Modern Korean Painting and has become the most beloved work in the museum.

‘But now·····.’

Min Green stopped looking for Hong Kyung-bok’s studio and became a school reject.

“I knew I’d become a school reject, but I didn’t know that there were so many people.’

Considering the incident that led Min Green to become a school reject, it was understandable.

She had a small portion of the game, and even if she came out, she played outside of school as a duo with Song Dae-seok, so she couldn’t figure it out.

Fortunately, it is a hallway near the teacher’s office and it is quiet after school.

“Hey, you’re a freshman in class 0.”

“BUMP!”

Min-green, who was passing by me, was surprised.

Min-green looked this way, covering her mouth with a hooded jumper with her hand on the back of her hand.

“You, you were in class 0 on your midterms.”

“Uh, I’m Jo Ui-Shin, vice president of class 0 in the first grade. Take care of me.”

Min Green must remember the faces of the students inside even though she ran away from the classroom in an instant.

“Okay, good work. Bye. I’m going!”

Min-green threw her lines and turned her back as if she were rapping.

She has been improving her feet skills since she was young, perhaps to protect her hands.

If she decides to run away, you can’t catch her unless you use Gwanglim.

We don’t know when we’ll meet again after the additional exam period.

Let’s call him up.

“Wait.”

“······Oh, why again?”

“Please go to school. Our class attendance is too low.”

“·······No. Too many people!”

Min Green refused without hesitation for a second.

Even if she comes, there are only eight people, but I guess it’s not possible.

‘What can change Min-green’s mind is his childhood friend Song Dae-seok and his painting. There are only two things.’

Min Green stopped learning painting from Hong Kyung-bok, but never stopped drawing.

Min-green is stuck in her room, drawing and drawing alone.

Min-green and Song Dae-seok finished their curriculum with the qualification exam for middle school.

The two families somehow threatened to let them out of the house, saying, “If you don’t go to high school, there’s nothing to paint!”

Song Dae-seok and Min Green received information that  Eungwang High was an autonomous school and applied.

As a result, the two passed the prestigious high school in Korea with excellent grades.

“I think Ham Geun-hyung, who made Min Green go to school for a second, is amazing. Ham Geun-hyung seems to know Song Man-seok, so is there something?’

Anyway, I can’t use the card called Song Dae-seok now.

Then you can use the remaining one.

“If you go to school from now on, I’ll give you this.”

I took out a card from the item window.

Water droplets with mermaid breaths.

It was an SR—grade item that was auctioned off.

‘It’s an item that has a light blessing if you just use it. There was an explanation that if you use this item as a paint or mix it with paint, the color won’t fade.’

If Min-green wants, there will be plenty of people who will bring better paints and items.

But now, she is living in a deserted house like a parasite.

Now, it is the first semester of the first grade, so it is not allowed to attack the world and it is extremely disgusting to go outside in the first place, so there is no way for Min Green to get money or items.

“Oh, no. ······Anyway, no.”

Min-green shook her head firmly after a short thought.

With this item alone, it must be difficult to turn her refusal to go to school perfectly.

Unfortunately, let’s lower the conditions.

“Then just go to school on Teacher’s Day.”

I want to make the attendance rate 50 percent just for one day and make Ham Geun-hyung happy.

‘It’s been reduced to just one day on the condition that you go to school, so she is going to take it.’

As expected, Min Green began to think hard.

“There are too many children in class 0 in the first grade.”

Mingreen’s “many” standard is strange.

I don’t think the answer will come out right away, so it would be better to give time.

I entered my device code in the hologram and showed it to Mingreen.

“Answer me before Teacher’s Day. Now, my device code.”

“Uh, well, okay.”

“See you on Teacher’s Day if you can.”

I turned away from Min-green, who was in agony.

She would have memorized the code perfectly just by looking at the hologram once.

*    *    *

I came back to my dorm room after the evening training.

The Jamsil Baseball Stadium incident on Children’s Day ended safely and I have a big homework left.

I deleted and re-entered the typed text several times on the hologram, and sighed loudly.

‘I made a promise with my Playable character, so I’ll keep it.’

No matter how embarrassed I was, I had to do what I had to do.

It took me a long time to decide on a very short phrase.

‘Then let’s write an invitation.’

<Use ‘Gwangrim’, ‘Player’s Trajectory’.〉

<Use the target character’s Gwanglim, ‘Summon Red Dragon’.〉

The sound of the system was heard, and soon a red dragon appeared between the gaps in the subspace.

Paaaa-.

On the white paper.

The flame of Red Dragon left a delicate soot and carved one letter at a time.

[Closed area, come to the classroom we’ve met before after club activity.

Don’t call me the Red Phantom Thief from now on.]