Ex Rank Supporting Role's Replay in a Prestigious School

After the first event, break time.

While the band, which had been recruited in advance, arranged and performed ‘Ssireum Song’ live.

“Ms. Lim Yeon-hwa, here is a towel.”

“Yeah, just wait a minute.”

Lim Yeon-hwa, who was in the waiting room, was posting pictures on social media without changing clothes soaked in sweat. Completing her post, she grabbed her sports wet towel and ionic drink and looked satisfied.

I wondered what she wrote, so I checked Lim Yeon-hwa’s SNS. A few lines of comments were written underneath the selfie she took against the Octagon stage.

[I had a good time with my classmates today too, haha. ​​I was worried about losing muscle because the kids cried so much. If you get weaker here, it would be difficult to play with meㅠ0ㅠ;;;ㅋ During vacation, the cuties in our class should roll hard and power up! #It doesn’t work for me even if you bulk up #I don’t think you’ve grown much this time #Should I take supplementary classes on an uninhabited island? #Bootcamp during summer vacation]

When I saw the Year 3 students of Class 0, it was written that they would bubble with anger. Lim Yeon-hwa seemed to be thinking of raising soldiers during summer vacation.

‘Your hands are shaking.’ Lim Yeon-hwa’s hand, holding the drink bottle, was trembling.

Although I didn’t give out a tee, it must have been a bit difficult to subdue the sloppy Year 3 students who were led by Woo Ki-hwan, the senior vice president of Eungwang High, with only muscle strength.

‘It’s strange to do it even if it’s a little difficult in the first place.’

Noticing her gaze on me, Lim Yeon smirked, put down her drink bottle, took off her glasses, and started wiping her glasses with her sports towel.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course. I’m playing with my cute disciple. That’s about it!”

Cute? That would be a usable adjective for everyone except Hwang Jiho in Year 1 Class 0. I remembered the Year 3 Class 0 warriors, who had bulked up and gained strong looks, were thrown at Lim Yeon-hwa and rolled over the wrestling board, crying.

There was not even a hair of cuteness in those dark bastards. Although she exuded the force of a loser at the end of the century, Lim Yeon-hwa, who smiled brightly with her cute disciple, was much better.

‘Wait, I think I resemble someone.’

Lim Yeon-hwa took off her glasses and began to brag about her disciple. She resembled Lim Ji-hwa, the team leader of the satellite management team that I had seen in the association before.

With that, she showed off her perfect make-up and office look that was comparable to her even as a shopping mall model. Lim Yeon-hwa usually wore gym clothes with her bare face and glasses that looked like bulletproof glass. It was only their outfits, but also their usual expressions were so different that we couldn’t recognize them, but the two looked alike not only in their names but also in their faces.

“Do you know Lim Ji-hwa, the team leader who belongs to the association?”

“Uh? Eushin, do you know Jihwa unnie? Oh, she said I saw it during the Jamsil Baseball Stadium incident.”

It seemed that Im Ji-hwa was her older sister.

“Are you twins?”

“No. Do you look a little bit alike?”

“Yes. She didn’t know until she took off her glasses.”

“Haha! Then that must mean that my stomach is eating well.”

“Stomach?” Lim Yeon-hwa said as she put her glasses back on.

“She used to dress up similarly to her older sister. Then, there were a lot of bad things that misunderstood her delicate, weak, and kind sister for me and quarreled with her. She deliberately dresses up to give a different impression.”

The player association team leader was inevitably weak. She looked older than Hong Gyubin, but she said at that age that she was the leader of the satellite management team, the core organization of the association, that she wasn’t betting on.

“Isn’t that what Team Leader Lim Ji-hwa is talking about?”

“That’s right. Unlike me, Jihwa unnie is soft and weak. She’s afraid she’ll get hit outside because the world is rough.”

She didn’t quite understand, but she tried to understand. Compared to Lim Yeon-hwa, most of humanity was soft and weak, so it would not be wrong.

“Then let’s make a boot camp plan! Eushin, I’ll go in first.” At this, Lim Yeon-hwa turned on her stretching once and went out of her waiting room.

Moon Sae-ron, who was burning her coverage, decided to stay. I gladly accepted the manager’s consideration and headed to the audience with Hwang Jiho.

“Ah, the spirit has come.”

“I left it blank! Here’s a cheering towel.”

“We’ve done all the hologram settings!” Maeng Hyo-don and Bang Yeon Sub, who competed as opponents.

Year 1 Class 0 and 2 were the ones to which the two belonged had group seats set up near the stage. All of the children who were seated in the group seats for the first graders, Class 0, were all excited.

“It seems that the first-year class and second-class students have been preparing for support as well.”

“He seems to have a lot of hair over there, but he doesn’t seem motivated…”

“It’s nice to have a small elite like this.”

It was not a matter of the few or the majority, but the result of Bang Yeon Sub’s usual behavior. The first-year and second-class children also came to this place for the first time, but it was to keep their loyalty to Joo Soo-hyuk, not Bang Yeon Sub.

‘Because Bang Yeon Sub is arguing every day with a guy who is better than me…’

There were few people worse than Bang Yeon Sub in Eungwang High. However, he had no friends.

‘If Joo Soohyuk hadn’t come out to cheer for Bang Yeon Sub, he wouldn’t have come.’

Even if he came to watch Bang Yun-seop break, he wouldn’t have wanted to sit in the cheering seat. Still, seeing the first-year and second-class children all sitting in line, I felt proud to be able to feel the popularity of the title hero Joo Soohyuk anew.

“Master Zhuge Jagul is here!”

“Uh? I think the tie has changed.”

“The pattern is different.”

Also, the kids in our class proved to be smart. In fact, I tried to match the referee’s attire twice, but only the tie was replaced by the opposition of Zhuge Jagul.

“Thank you for waiting. We will resume the event.” Zhuge Jagul grabbed his mic and began to read his script. The first to introduce was Maeng Hyo-don. In view of his long award history, voices were heard from all over the world saying, ‘Oh,’ ‘Oh, I think I saw you in middle school.’ and ‘You came to our school.’

“…Introducing the hidden strongman, Maeng Hyo-don!”

Wow—!

One more spotlight lit up amid cheers. Right in front of the cheering table in our class, Maeng Hyo-don had no tension at all and even had a face that looked like he was bored.

‘It’s because you risked your life to fight in a fight club.’

Maeng Hyo-don warmed up by breaking his joints with indifferent eyes. Then, my classmates screamed.

“Hyo-don, fighting!”

“Good job!”

“Win, come and buy me food!”

Hearing that voice, Maeng Hyo-don looked over here. As the children shouted louder, Maeng Hyo-don suddenly began to get nervous.

Even if he was not nervous against an unknown audience and Bang Yeon Sub, I still felt nervous seeing the children cheering for me. Someone from outside the spotlight approached and tapped Maeng Hyo-don’s back, which had stopped moving.

“Oh, it’s Geun Hyeong!”

“Takgeosan is over there, so Teacher Ham Geun Hyeong is here.”

When Teacher Ham Geun Hyeong said something, Maeng Hyo-don took a deep breath, calmed down, and started to warm up again.

‘You did a good job asking Mr. Ham Geun Hyeong.’

There was also a muscle tape, so it seemed that he was planning to take on the role of Maeng Hyo-don’s ring coach properly this time.

“…The legendary martial art that rips the wind and divides the sea with more than one career is a great tuck.”

Meanwhile, the introduction of Bang Yeon Sub continued.

‘It’s not like Bang Yeon Sub, it’s like an introduction to Tak Do-in.’

Since there was no story to write about Bang Yeon Sub, it seemed that he ended up writing the history of Mt. Takgeo line by line.

Moon Sae-ron, who wrote the script this time, felt the pain. “Takgeosan, … A temporary disciple of the Do-in, the vice president of Class 0, an unknown supernova. His bread, no, the messenger. Introducing Bang Yeon Sub!”

Even though Do-in spoke, he did not dare to say the word bread shuttle and immediately pointed to the other side of the stage where he was purified. The cheers broke out even more than the time of Maeng Hyo-don.

The spotlight shone on Mt. Takgeo and Bang Yeon Sub. Their faces looked very calm.

‘Bang Yeon Sub’s mood has changed. It seemed that Mt. Takgeosan had been properly educated.’

It wasn’t like he did bulking up ignorantly like Year 3 Class 0, but Bang Yeon Sub’s energy was strangely strong.

“I will reveal the stock.”

[Fighting Event: Three-Pan Yang Seung-je Face-to-Face Match]

A murmur spread through the text that appeared on the hologram.

“It is forbidden to use items other than the weapons for sparring that were provided in advance. Instead, you are free to use your abilities.”

The competition event and rules were proposed by Takgeosan and revised after consultation with Zhuge Jagul.

‘I didn’t know that Maeng Hyo-don’s skill was aside and even Gwanglim would be allowed.’

Zhuge Jagul then held out a nunchaku with a sensor and a protector to two people, respectively.

“The armor that the two students wear in advance calculates the damage done by the weapon with the sensor attached. The first to accumulate damage that would be incapacitated in battle wins.”

This was a rule that had been proposed by Zhuge Jagul, and it was a device to prevent the case of bluffing even after being seriously injured.

If there was a situation where one would have to undergo a regenerative treatment, the vacation would soon be blown away due to the treatment and recovery period.

“If any part of the body comes into contact with the floor outside the octagonal octagon, it is a foul on the field. If the referee decides to stop the match at the discretion of the referee and then attacks the opponent, it will also be treated as a loss by foul.”

When they finished explaining the rules for jagging, Maeng Hyo-don and Bang Yeon Sub nodded. “I will check the requirements of both sides. filial piety When the Don student wins, the Tao-in of Mt. Takgeo will stop spreading spoofs… Stop soliciting disciples.”

That condition must have been written by Maeng Hyo-don himself, but did he write something like that…?

When Teacher Ham Geun Hyeong said something from the side, I saw Maeng Hyo-don bowing his head with the momentum to bang it.

“If student Yeon Sub wins, student Maeng Hyo-don becomes teacher Tak-geo-san, and student Jo Eushin cancels the effect of the ‘tweezers of promise’ between students Yoon Sub. Is that correct?”

Takgeosan and Bang Yeon Sub nodded with determined faces. Even though Takgeosan was like that, why did Bang Yeon Sub have such a serious face? Did he really want to smoke that much?

“Then we will start in exactly three minutes. Please prepare.”

A hologram counting down three minutes appeared in the gym. The tension was heightened when the band played ‘The Beast,’ one of the soundtracks of ‘Fight Night Champion’ live.

‘Shall we take a picture during this time?’

I wanted to talk to Maeng Hyo-don, but I thought I would be nervous, so I decided to take a picture. Perhaps the other children thought the same, they just kept their mouths shut and waved their cheering towels vigorously.

Zhuge Jagul, who checked the script and told Moon Sae-ron, ‘I think this introduction is too much.’

A photo of Maeng Hyo-don talking with teacher Ham Geun Hyeong while warming up was to a math teacher at Tanrae Middle School.

When the transfer was complete, the band stopped playing, and the countdown was completed.

“Start round 1!”

When the hologram reached 0, the two people collided at the same time as Zhuge Jagul’s signal. After a fierce battle, the first round ended with Maeng Hyo-don’s victory.

However…

“F*CK. It’s worth a try. I think I will win next!”

Before the second round started, Bang Yeon Sub, who used a recovery item, provoked Maeng Hyo-don with a happy expression. And that statement was true, not a bluff or anything.

* * *

The top floor of Huangming Tower.

A young man who looked like he was in his early thirties was organizing documents. A secretary with the same face appeared in front of him after completing the payment.

“Hwangho.”

I was done with work now, was it work again? Hwangho pointed to the desk with the meaning of handing out the documents because it made sense, but the secretary continued.

“I have found the whereabouts of the painting you were looking for.”

You are the ghost of Imoogi. Hwang-ho beckoned, telling him to keep talking.

“Do you remember the garbage that Hwangho himself cut off one of his hands and the chief shaman disturbed his mind?”

“However…”

“I pretended to be a public defender and put someone from our side next to the trash, but it worked. The psychedelic was relieved, the effect of the medicine went away, and I opened my mouth.”

The secretary then handed out a chip containing the transcript file and a pile of printed paper.

“It is certain that the garbage was involved in the theft. He said that he had a card that would reduce the sentence, and he mentioned ‘The Ghost of Imoogi’.”