Ak Simin was leading the first-years and walking sowhere.
"Thank you, guys."
"..."
"I didn't expect so many of you to help."
He was by no ans saying that as an empty complint.
After Ho Jeong-won had made such a ss and left, Ak Simin had really thought that no one might raise their hand.
He had thought it would be a break-even if he just got Namgung Il, but after that, as if a blocked hole had been pierced, the first-years raised their hands one after another.
"We are also mbers of the Vermilion Bird Class, so of course we should help."
"That's right. We definitely didn't volunteer because we were curious if there would be any beauties among the seniors, but we all volunteered for the class."
Jeong Hyeon-yeong and Gwangcheon said to Ak Simin.
These were the two who had raised their hands right after Namgung Il had raised his. And a little later, one more person raised their hand.
"..."
Tang Wol-yeong's figure was also seen in the procession.
These three had followed Namgung Il and joined the committee, and as four people raised their hands in succession, the three who were originally interested in this looked at each other and additionally raised their hands.
In that way, a total of seven first-years had joined the committee.
It was more than enough to et Ak Simin's expectations.
Nod— Nod—.
Hearing the answer, Ak Simin nodded his head with a pleased smile.
On the other hand, Namgung Il, who was still following behind with a sullen expression.
Ak Simin looked at him for a mont and then approached his side and said in a whisper.
"As expected, our junior is a lucky charm."
"..."
"Thanks to you, more people gathered than I expected."
Ak Simin naturally knew that the reason why Gwangcheon, Jeong Hyeon-yeong, and Tang Wol-yeong had participated in the committee was because of Namgung Il.
Gwangcheon and Jeong Hyeon-yeong were a group that usually went around together, and hadn't Namgung Il also had a connection with Tang Wol-yeong?
In fact, when Namgung Il had raised his hand, Ak Simin had slightly expected that the three would also raise their hands.
"Then please take
out of the committee."
"...?"
"You said you exceeded the expected number of people. So I'm not needed anymore, am I?"
Namgung Il said sullenly.
At that, Ak Simin answered imdiately without a change in his expression.
"No."
"..."
"If our junior Il is not here, I won't have any strength. I don't know about the others, but you have to be by my side."
At first glance, it was a very touching statent.
Because he wouldn't be able to say that if he didn't trust him that much.
But what touching? Namgung Il was so dumbfounded that he couldn't even laugh.
'He ans he'll keep
by his side and work
to the bone.'
That's how those words sounded to Namgung Il.
That smile, which might seem pleasant to the other first-years, just felt like a smirk to Namgung Il.
"...Well, since I raised my hand to help, I will help for sure."
In the end, Namgung Il said as if he had resigned himself.
In a case like this, it was much better to help for sure than to handle the work ambiguously.
Wouldn't Ak Simin also think that he had received help from him that way?
Namgung Il knew well through his past experiences that a mont would co when he could surely get back the debt he had accumulated like this.
"Very good."
"..."
"I'm counting on you, junior Il."
Ak Simin said and lightly patted Namgung Il's back.
Seeing this kind of social skill, what should I say... It made him think that this guy wasn't the class president of the Vermilion Bird Class for nothing.
Although he was slightly annoyed, he wasn't hateful. To Namgung Il, Ak Simin was that kind of person right now.
Thud—.
The first-years, guided by Ak Simin, arrived at the Vermilion Bird Hall.
Ak Simin, who stopped his steps in front of one of the doors.
Since he hadn't told them the destination, the first-years looked at Ak Simin, who had stopped his steps, with a doubtful gaze.
"We've arrived."
"...?"
"From now on, this will be the assembly point. So during the festival period, you guys can also freely co and go from here."
It seed this room was the headquarters of the preparation committee.
A place to hold etings or do other miscellaneous tasks.
It would probably be the place where they would spend the most ti during the committee.
"Class President."
"Yeah?"
"Then are there other seniors inside?"
Jeong Hyeon-yeong asked Ak Simin.
Since that place was the headquarters of the committee, wouldn't the other years also be gathered together?
The first-years still didn't know who else was in the committee besides their classmates.
"Yeah, that's right."
"...!"
"I said I was bringing the first-years today, so wouldn't the guys who don't have class be here?"
Hearing those words, a sense of tension appeared on the faces of so people.
With the exception of a very few, most of the first-years could not help but feel that the existence of seniors was still far away.
But to not just run into such an existence for a mont, but to be in the sa room... it was a situation where they couldn't help but be nervous.
"Yawn—."
Of course, there were also people like Namgung Il now, who was yawning with an expression that did not feel a bit of tension.
On top of that, there was even Gwangcheon, who was twitching his lips as if he were excited.
Tang Wol-yeong also had an expressionless face as usual.
"..."
Except for those three, it was clearly visible on everyone's faces that they were nervous.
Ak Simin noticed that and said to the first-years as if it were okay.
"They're all good guys, so you don't have to be so nervous."
"..."
"They'll all treat you well, thinking of you as cute juniors."
Although Ak Simin said that, to be honest, he couldn't trust those words at face value.
Of course, there were comfortable seniors like Ak Simin, but on the other hand, the first-years had experienced firsthand that there were also coercive seniors like Hwang Dong-jae.
Looking at the still nervous first-years, Ak Simin soon approached the door.
"I'm here."
"...?"
"I brought the cute juniors, so welco them well."
Ak Simin said, opened the door, and went inside.
Inside, there was a large table and enough chairs, and as he had said outside, people who looked like they were from other years were already inside.
"...?"
Namgung Il was looking inside through the open door.
Unlike his expectation, there were only two people inside now.
A large man with a sowhat familiar face and a woman with short hair whom he was seeing for the first ti were in the room.
'That man... where have I seen him?'
He was sure he had seen him, but he couldn't rember exactly where he had seen him.
Jiggle—.
Just then, Namgung Il's gaze automatically stopped elsewhere.
Should he say that as a man, his gaze couldn't help but go there... Although it was the first ti he had seen the woman, Namgung Il felt he would never be able to forget this person.
'What... did that person eat a Pung-yu Pill or sothing?'
Among the rumors circulating in the world, there is an elixir called the Pung-yu Pill.
It was not a commonly known type of elixir, and it was also useless to n.
Because the effect of that dicine was not to increase internal energy, but to enlarge the chest.
So although it was completely useless to n, to won, the Pung-yu Pill was an elixir that they might want to obtain more than any other elixir.
"..."
But the short-haired woman in front of him had a physique as if she had eaten several Pung-yu Pills.
A fullness that could not be hidden even by thick clothes.
It was at a level where even Namgung Il, who had lived a rather long life, could not help but glance for a mont.
'A-amazing...'
Rather than being attracted to her as a mber of the opposite sex, the expression 'marvelous' would be more appropriate.
At that level, wouldn't even the sa sex naturally glance?
Just then, Namgung Il barely ca to his senses and hurriedly averted his gaze.
Swish—.
At that mont, sothing quickly passed in front of Namgung Il's eyes.
A shape like a hungry beast that had found its prey and was running towards it.
As Namgung Il discovered that and turned his head back to its original position, sothing shiny was rushing towards the woman.
"Amitabha!"
"...!"
"Is that place paradise!"
Gwangcheon was shouting so and rushing towards the woman.
Seeing his eyes rolled back, he had completely lost his reason.
Since even he had been montarily dazed after seeing that chest, it was clear that an unimaginable level of stimulation had been applied to Gwangcheon.
'C-crazy bastard!'
You've held on so well until now, but are you finally trying to cross the line!
Namgung Il instinctively sensed that if he didn't stop him now, Gwangcheon would no longer be able to remain at the Flying Dragon Academy.
Phat—.
Namgung Il quickly chased after Gwangcheon.
But Gwangcheon, who was already reaching out his hand towards his own paradise.
If he could just reach there, Gwangcheon looked as if he would have no regrets even if he died now.
"Got it!"
Gwangcheon shouted and clenched both hands.
But what should I say... it felt like nothing was caught in his hands.
Could it be that because it was so huge, he didn't even feel the sensation of catching it?
Gwangcheon montarily had that thought and wiggled his hands again, but he still felt no sensation in his hands.
"...!"
Thinking that sothing was strange, Gwangcheon opened his closed eyes.
At that mont, a fist coming up from below.
Gwangcheon, who was stretching out both hands defenselessly, could of course not react at all to that fist.
Thwack—!
With a heavy sound, Gwangcheon's body shot up vertically.
Gwangcheon's head, which had risen with great force as if a hot spring had burst from the ground, eventually reached the ceiling, and he was stuck in the ceiling with almost his entire upper body buried.
"..."
Namgung Il, who had stopped moving at so point and was staring blankly at that.
It wasn't just Namgung Il, but the other people as well.
"What on earth is this bald guy."
"..."
"Senior Ak, what did you just say?"
The woman asked with a calm voice, dusting off her hands.
Ak Simin looked at her and let out a slight sigh, then opened his mouth.
"I said I brought the cute juniors."
"Cute juniors?"
"Yes... though it seems one of them disappeared because you just blew him away."
At that mont, Gwangcheon's body could not overco gravity and fell to the floor again.
"Hehe..."
Gwangcheon was smirking in an unconscious state.
Seeing that, it seed his life was still attached.
The woman looked at him for a mont and then turned her head towards Namgung Il.
"Hmm, I see."
"..."
"Nice to et you. I'm Jin Gwon-nam, a second-year in the Vermilion Bird Class."
The woman, Jin Gwon-nam, greeted Namgung Il.
She didn't seem to care at all about Gwangcheon, who was lying on the floor.
Namgung Il maintained his silence for a mont and then opened his mouth.
"...I'm Namgung Il."
"Ah, so you're Namgung Il."
"..."
"I've heard a lot about you from the senior."
After saying that, Jin Gwon-nam glanced outside the door.
"By the way, Senior Ak."
"...?"
"Are there only four first-years?"
"No, there are seven."
Ak Simin said and turned his head towards the door.
However.
For so reason, only Jeong Hyeon-yeong and Tang Wol-yeong's figures were visible there.
"...?"
As if he had noticed sothing strange, Ak Simin hurriedly ran outside.
And he discovered the figures of the other three.
As if they were escaping from a tiger's den, the three were running away with all their might.
"...Haa—."
Seeing that, Ak Simin let out a sigh.
Anyone could see that they were running away.
He didn't even have to ask who those three were desperately running away from.
"Is this what it feels like to lose a fish you've already caught?"
How he had coaxed them and brought them here...
Like the hole in the ceiling over there, it seed a big hole had been pierced in the net that had been holding the first-years.
(End of Chapter)
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