Chapter 41 – Episode 41- Class Battle (5)

A refreshing morning with bright sunlight.

The roaring noise and the smell of food passing by the tip of the nose matched the festive atmosphere.

The students of Class 3 of the 1st year were all laughing and chatting loudly in the festive atmosphere that they felt for the first time.

Except for one person.

A girl with short black hair and a fierce look.

Cheonghwa was sitting at her desk in silence, isolated from the friendly atmosphere of the class.

It’s like she’s on an isolated island.

Everyone in the class naturally ignored her and continued the conversation.

‘Damn it.’

It was like this from the beginning.

Thanks to her ferocious appearance and this ability that caused her to avoid those around her, her classmates naturally ignored her.

Indifference, neither good nor evil.

I can’t get used to this feeling of being alone in a bright atmosphere and holding a sense of emptiness no matter how much I feel it.

Fluff.

Chungha silently made a pillow with her arms and buried her head in it.

Covering your ears with your shoulders, the sound is slightly lowered and the vision is dim.

In the past, I would have erased the thoughts that came to my mind in this darkness and forced myself to fall asleep, but now it is different.

Jung Jo-jun is docile but has sharp eyes.

I smile lightly thinking of the man and review the skills he taught me.

A man who fills his empty void.

Chung-Hwa spent time thinking of Jeong Jo-Jun.

Drooling-

Along with the sound of the sliding door opening, there was the sound of footsteps.

This is the new homeroom teacher.

When I look up, I see a teacher taking out a school affairs notebook and unfolding it.

“Guys, you all know today’s class match, right?”

“”Yes!!””

All responded with excited cries.

“Yes. Yes. Well, it’s an event-type match anyway, so don’t tell me to die too much.”

Chin.

After taking out the folded paper from the school affairs notebook, the teacher said, fixing the paper on the blackboard with a round magnetic pin.

“Hey guys, until yesterday I was worried a lot about the ranks, right?

After confirming that the paper was fixed, the homeroom teacher said with a grin while looking back at the students.

“Okay then guys have a good time and see you in the afternoon.”

“”Yeah!!!””

When the homeroom teacher leaves the classroom, the classmates jump out and check the paper attached in front of the blackboard.

Gulp.

Cheonghwa also swallowed saliva and slowly approached the paper clinging to the ranks of the children.

The more the dealer is at the center of the display, the more important it is.

Most of the battle lines are concentrated to protect the center of the column.

‘It can’t be’

No matter how much it was, thinking that it wasn’t herself, Cheonghwa checked the paper on the blackboard while whimpering among the children with a wry smile.

Cheonghwa slowly sweeping the middle heat from the outside.

‘Ah!’

Soon, Chunghwa found a name for herself.

3rd from the center out of 15 people in the middle heat.

What do you mean by this?

It was said that the homeroom teacher thought of himself as an important dealer.

Yesterday, the teacher who summoned me separately and asked me to show my ability seemed to have a high opinion of my ability.

Laughter was built up.

I was so happy to be recognized.

Those few weeks of suffering were not in vain.

“Ai-san! I’m the most outskirts!”

“Well, this isn’t bad.”

Cheong-Hwa smiled and came out of the crowd of classmates who were talking and staring at the paper.

In a class match, she wipes out the opponent’s class with her own ability, and imagines happiness of being noticed by a famous guild.

Cheonghwa tried to leave the class holding back her laughter.

Swoop.

Soon, she stopped walking thanks to a man blocking her path.

When he lifted his head to check, the one blocking him was class president Kim Soo-han with a thin face and snake-like eyes.

Kim Soo-han looked at him with a dissatisfied look and said.

“Hey.”

“What.”

He’s the guy I’ve never liked before.

Cheonghwa answered in an unpleasant voice to Kim Soo-han, who was strangely ignoring her by sticking next to the shitty muscle pig who was the homeroom teacher of the first year class 3.

“You. You were called separately by the homeroom teacher yesterday, so did you ask for a favor?”

“What bullshit is that?”

Growled and retorted.

The new homeroom teacher who has been appointed this time will never be like that.

Rather, if the piglet from before took a bribe and ate it, they changed their location.

“No. It’s strange.”

After raising his voice and attracting the attention of the classmates, he approached the blackboard and taught the paper attached to the blackboard.

“How could a kid like you be here?”

Taktak.

Seeing Kim Soo-han talking unlucky with paper, Cheong-hwa said in anger.

“Now I can practice my abilities diligently so that I can play my role.”

“Yes?”

Kim Soo-han found someone among the classmates with a strange smile.

Dragging the wrist of a male student who shrank timidly at the gaze directed at him, dragged him in front of Cheonghwa and showed the male student’s wrist.

“Hey look.”

Slightly thin scarred cuffs.

It was a wound that would be noticeable if you look closely, but the meaning of that scar is quite significant.

This is because there are almost no scarring wounds at this highly developed facility.

Except for the scars created by this strange black electricity of her own.

“Hey look.”

Kim Soo-han raises his voice while pointing out the thin wound on his wrist.

“How do you put the kid who hurts the kids like this in the center? What if the destructive power destroys our ranks like the instructor blew it up last time?”

“Now…!”

Cheong-hwa, who was about to say that she has now controlled her abilities to the point where she doesn’t harm others, hesitated.

The gaze of the classmates staring at him.

Those gazes that were not always looking at him were directed at him.

The emotions contained in it were ‘jealousy’ and ’empathy’.

“Ah… Uh…”

He stuttered and tried to speak, but he was speechless at the scar on his wrist that was raised in front of him.

It is also true that he has hurt others while taking afternoon classes.

It is true that she continued to interfere.

So why do classmates have anxiety?

It is an inescapable ‘fact’.

Percussion!

Spurs her foot and jumps out of her class.

As if running away, Cheonghwa got out of her class and walked absently through the streets full of street vendors.

“Ugh.”

The corners of her eyes were slightly watery, but Cheonghwa wiped them off with her sleeve and trudged along.

Hit.

That’s all right.

But I can’t give up that good location.

You may be shameless, but your greed does not allow you to give up everything.

And seeing Jeong Jo-joon who helped him, he can’t give up.

If it was Jeong Jo-jun, what would he have said in this situation?

Certainly.

‘Because such a wound is not a wound. For men, it’s just a tattoo. Just ignore everything and do what you do.’

Food.

Laughter flowed out.

That’s right, the man who ignorantly encouraged himself will definitely support himself this time too.

Anyway, what is Jeong Jo-jun doing now?

I took out my phone and looked at it.

We always met during afternoon classes to help with training and then parted ways, but we never talked about how Jung Jo Joon was doing.

“Ummm…”

Hesitant to contact me while fidgeting on my cell phone.

My eyes went to an accessory in an accessory store in front of a street vendor.

A cell phone ring in the shape of a black sword.

It is a cute accessory that is quite similar to the sword Jung Jo-jun always wore around his waist.

Yes this is enough

Cheong-hwa buys an accessory with a big heart as an excuse to meet and in return for helping herself.

Chung-Hwa, who was fumbling around and touching her cell phone as if she liked it very much, soon saw Jeong Jo-Jun’s profile passing by from afar like fate.

Jung Jo-jun is talking with a smile as if he is enjoying something.

“Hey! Aim!”

Cheong-hwa, who was approaching while calling out to Jung Jo-jun, who had a happy expression on her face, soon stopped moving.

Next to Jung Jo-joon, who was talking with a bright smile, was a beautiful girl with cat-like eyes and wavy hair.

Anyone can see that the feminine and elegant student president and the cold-looking vice president were together.

“Ah.”

Cheonghwa inadvertently uttered a word.

A powerless word that seems to have collapsed and realized.

Yes.

There was no way there were no other people by the side of that man who shone brighter than anyone else who believed in him without anything.

Because that man, who was not a rugged and ferocious loner like himself, was attractive to anyone.

A loner who has nothing like himself is the only one looking at Jung Jo-joon.

The way Jung Jo-joon looked at him was different from the beginning.

I just realized

“Ah.”

Tuuk.

He unknowingly dropped the accessory in his hand.

However, Chunghwa ignores it and takes a backward step.

He started running in the opposite direction of Jeong Aim.

I don’t like to show it.

His own look.

If you reveal yourself in that shining crowd.

Would definitely be ashamed.

Cheonghwa continued to run as if running away.

And there was a girl who was staring blankly behind him.

A girl with purple hair.

Violet stared at Cheonghwa blankly and picked up the sword-shaped accessory that had fallen on the floor.

“Ha…”

Violet let out a subtle sigh and looked at the blue flower that had disappeared far away.

Soon after, he put the sword-shaped accessory into his pocket.

* *

“Whip. Whip.”

In an empty classroom where everyone left for the festival, a girl was crying in the corner.

Contrary to her ferocious impression, the crying Cheonghwa stood blankly wiping her tears.

I think about why I am crying, but in my clouded mind, only tears continue to flow.

He has always been determined to be strong, so he doesn’t shed tears often, but today, strangely, tears continue to flow.

“Big.”

I forced myself to shut my tear ducts and looked out the window.

A sight where everyone is happy and smiling.

The tear ducts that had been blocked at the sight burst out.

“Cheup.”

But again, my tear ducts were blocked, and I pulled out a chair from the back seat and sat down.

Then, in a daze, I relaxed from my vision and stared into space.

Looking at the blurred vision thanks to the tears in her eyes, Cheonghwa sat there, erasing the thoughts that came to her little by little.

Turbuck.

But for a moment, I hear footsteps approaching from far away.

“Ah..!”

A flustered Qinghua.

Trudge.

The sound of footsteps constantly approaching this place was clearly coming towards this class.

“This..!”

Now, thanks to tears, her makeup is smeared and she is in an unsightly state.

Chung-hwa hurriedly looked for a place to hide, and saw a fairly large cleaning kit behind the desk.

I quickly hid in it.

Drooling.

The sliding door opens and several footsteps are heard.

The sound of footsteps heading here was also correct.

“Ha! So…”

A man’s voice murmured as if it were absurd.

As soon as I heard it, I could identify the owner of that weak, thin voice.

He is Kim Soo-han, the class president who pushed him.

“That’s right. That bitch is very strong.”

“I know.”

The voices of two men arguing.

Those two men were probably followers of Kim Soo-han.

“Ay, Mr. Pal.”

Took.

There was the sound of something being placed on the desk and the smell of sweet food.

Probably those three men found half to eat.

The sound of rustling vinyl came in, followed by the sound of chewing and talking again.

“Fucking slut bitch. She bites a man and her life blooms.”

These are the words of Kim Soo-han.

“So, Subin, I’m disgusted with that Cheonghwa who eats at that monster-like bastard.”

“You idiot. If you’re going to do that, just stick to me. It’s perfect if you eat a pretty face and teach it.”

At Kim Soo-han’s giggle, Cheong-hwa, who was in the cleaning toolbox full of acrid dust, muttered ‘Ah’ without realizing it.

“Yes?”

The three men were questioning as if they had heard Chung-hwa’s words, but Cheong-hwa just muttered “Ah” Once more.

Took.

As if something is broken.

Cheonghwa is ‘ah’. He continued to mutter.

Crackle.

Black electricity exploded from my wrist.

And soon.

Device device device gig!

The air was crushed with a ghastly sound like scraping glass.

“Ah.”

When Chung-hwa uttered a word again while staring blankly at the breaking air.

Black electricity crackled on the seven tattoos on Cheonghwa’s wrist.

Soon soon.

Hwareuk.

A black flame burned.