Chapter 129: The Freshman Talent Show (1)
Vikir walked into the lecture hall in search of class B of the Cold Class.
A large group of people were gathered in a circle, drinking, and in the center of the room, one by one, the new students ca forward to perform a talent show.
As Vikir walked into the classroom, he heard a welcoming voice right by the door.
"Vikir, you're back! Why are you so late?"
It was his roommate, Piggy.
Piggy was so happy to see him that he rummaged through a box on the table and pulled out a natag that read, "'Vikir, class 20′".
"It's my job to hand out na tags to everyone who cos in. Here's yours!"
"... Why are you doing this job?"
Handing out natags to newcors is usually the job of the second-year seniors.
Since Piggy is also a newcor, why is he doing the chore of handing out na tags to his classmates?
Vikir wondered.
Then Piggy smiled wryly.
"Oh, the seniors said it's a hassle to keep track of all the na tags, so they asked
to help out a little."
Vikir's head snapped up at that.
Sure enough, several of the sophomores who had deferred to Piggy had mingled with the crowd, watching the newcors' talent show.
"Whoa! Tudor is aweso! Encore!"
"Swoon! Cold Class! Go Tudors!"
"You're the best, Tudor! My sister's already a fan, eek!"
A pretty tough bunch, even for sophomores.
To get to know the newcors who seed to be doing well, they had already assigned chores to Piggy, who didn't seem to have any ability or backbone, so I thought they were definitely quick to understand.
anwhile.
In the center of the stage, the newcors who have completed the talent show are seated in rows on one side of a long table.
On the other side of the table are a few professors, teaching assistants, and seniors.
The seniors are few and far between, as they are preparing to enter the workforce.
St. Dolores, the student council president, was making the rounds to each class, stopping to check on the remaining juniors.
"The president is here!"
"Saint, I would be honored if you would accept my cup!"
"Sister, you're here to write an article for the Cold Clas's senior and junior reunion, right? Please take care of the article!"
"I love you president! Kyaaak!"
Dolores was a hit with everyone; she was the center of attention.
At this point, the sophomore emcee grabs the mana-filled gaphone and makes a comnt.
"Yes, it's ti for the next talent show, and the one everyone's been waiting for, the Super Rookie of Class 20, Ms. Usher Bianca, please join us!"
Thunderous applause erupted.
Then, with all eyes on her, Bianca stepped forward.
Her complexion was calm, as if she had just received a rooftop confession.
However, her breathing was slightly uneven, as if she had rushed down from the rooftop.
She then bowed her head in front of the seniors.
"I, a junior who is lacking in many ways, dare to raise a drink to you seniors."
Bianca nonchalantly picked up the bottle and popped the cap.
And then.
Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow!
She grabbed the bottle and gave it a quick shake, sending the liquor flying through the narrow neck.
In the space of a single sip, it flew a long way, over the heads of the people in front of her, and landed precisely in the glasses on the table behind her.
Clink, clink, clink, clink!
The seniors let out a collective exclamation of admiration at this strange trick of throwing liquor from several ters away and filling the glasses.
Bianca kept the mood high for a short but intense mont, then bowed her head.
Then she turned back to the crowd and thought to herself.
"Whoever this is, they're going to have a hard ti with the next one.'
Bianca's stunt, while entertaining, didn't really deserve the cheers it received.
The outpouring of support was probably due to her background, abilities, and appearance.
So unless a newcor cos along and does sothing amazing to match Bianca's background, abilities, and appearance, it's going to be hard to keep the montum going.
In other words, having set the tone, the next newcor is going to be under a lot of pressure.
'Well, it's none of my business.'
Bianca returned to her seat, deciding that there was no reason to be considerate of the motives of those behind her.
And then, in a cruel twist of nature. The host called for the next act in the talent show.
"Okay, we've got our highly anticipated super-rookie, Ms. Bianca, and we've seen her pouring skills! What are we going to do about this heated atmosphere? We need our next perforr before it cools down!"
The host imdiately called out the next na.
"Next! New student from class 20! Mr. Piggy, the cutest little guy!"
Piggy's na was called.
Then Piggy, who was handing out natags at the back of the crowd, stiffened.
"Uh, uh, uh, I thought you said you'd let
out of the talent show if I volunteered to hand out these na tags...?"
As Piggy turned his head in embarrassnt, the sophomores who had been handing out na tags to Piggy giggled and turned their heads away.
Turning away.
Piggy looked up in disbelief.
The host continues to gesture toward Piggy, who remains oblivious.
"What are you going to do about this atmosphere, we can't let it cool down like this, hurry up!"
Piggy felt his head go blank.
His vision goes white and his hands and feet shake.
A cold sweat broke out at the crown of his head as he felt all eyes on him.
"Piggy? Piggy, what are you doing? Co on out!"
The host kept calling for Piggy.
Then, one by one, the seniors who were applauding also shook their heads, their smiles disappearing.
"Aah....
Piggy despaired.
His timid and introverted personality made it difficult for him to talk to others eye-to-eye, and he couldn't imagine performing in front of such a large crowd.
Piggy's hobbies and interests include reading, listening to music, drawing, and having pets.
These are not the kinds of things that will help you get up in front of a crowd.
It would have been one thing if I'd been prepared from the start, but the fact that I was caught off guard by the promise of exclusion made it all the more confusing.
'Uh, what do I do? What do I do....'
I'm breaking out in a cold sweat and my legs are shaking. I want to run away right now, but my legs are stiff and I can't get off.
"...."
The room was getting quieter and quieter.
Even the hosts who were making comnts looked awkward and stiff.
The seniors around
also looked confused.
Just then.
...Jaw!
A hand gripped Piggy's shoulder.
"We'll do the talent show together, we're roommates."
A low, gravelly voice from behind.
A boy with bushy bangs and thick horn-rimd glasses covering his face stepped forward.
It was Vikir.
"Oooh, who's who, Vikir from class 20? Alas, you were late for roll call earlier!"
The host broke the awkward silence and greeted Vikir with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I usually don't do that, but I'll make a special exception this ti! You're roommates, and you're going to have to live with Miu and Kouga for a year, so why don't you be nice and show us your talent!"
Many eyes now turned to Piggy and Vikir.
"Vikir...."
Piggy looks up at Vikir with a questioning gaze.
Vikir simply blurted out in a nonchalant tone.
"I'll sing."
"...?"
"You shall dance."
Then Piggy threw another tantrum.
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