I Killed the Academy Player

Did you know that turtles can’t do push-ups? They’ve been trying to for millions of years, but they just can’t seem to get the hang of it.

Group assignment (3)

After that day, Hwaran doesn’t come to the group meeting.

Hey. do you know that snakes are bald?

No, well… I can roughly understand why it doesn’t come out, but they react so kindly? Anya?

“ah···.”

kid right

It’s a fact that I inadvertently forget because it’s a reindeer on the outside, but it’s true that Hwaran is only a three-year-old baby.

It’s just that he shared the original’s memories like me, and it hasn’t been long since he entered the original’s body.

“Uh, what should I do, Corrine?”

“·······.”

“What… what can we do? We have to do it ourselves.”

“Is it the principle that everyone participates in group assignments?”

yes, this is the problem

It was the same when I was in college on Earth, but what is a group assignment?

If even one student is left out because everyone’s spirit of cooperation is important, the grade will be deducted. This academy… I left out K-University in this stuffy part.

I’m a 7-year-old leader, but because I’m a human, there were times when I ruthlessly took out the name of a college student who was trolling.

Then, the professor’s reaction?

Did you know that seagulls are just beach chickens?

Yes, lack of cooperation. Deduction land!

Professors are not the ones who do things, so they tend to evaluate group assignments like that.

“There is nothing we can do about it.”

“Mr. Corinne?”

“For our grades and eternal glory, we must bring Hwaran!”

“how?”

Pak the shoulder of Arisha asking a question! Grab her and look into her eyes.

“Crew Arisha.”

“Yes? Yes? Captain?”

“As it happens, I have no idea how to deal with girls who are upset.”

“······ I think you can just do what you normally do?”

“I’ll trust you, Officer Arisha! Girls will do better at this! There’s empathy and something like that. Do women communicate with each other? Anyway, something like that.”

Arisha stared at me with an unreliable expression.

“If you think about it, it’s all because Mr. Corinne made fun of the Dutch sheep…”

“I believe, Arisha! I will be doing the group assignment report.”

“Ummm… that, if that’s the case.”

Arisha jumped up and showed a determined expression. It looks like you’ve been tired of organizing this group assignment report.

“I’m coming, Captain!”

“I believe!”

Arisha saluted and ran to the special dormitory where the fire would be held.

“Can I do well?”

Did you know that seagulls are just beach chickens?

Yeager’s natural question. He has been getting along well with Arisha lately, so he is a friend who knows enough about Arisha’s quirks.

“Nothing to worry about. Arisha is the strongest counter-attacker, but she’s a great tank in the beginning.”

“What are you talking about?”

After a while······.

“Huh… I didn’t even open the door.”

“You’re right?”

“Oh, no? A fork came flying through the door.”

“Hmm, okay. It’s not at the level with murderous intent yet.”

Because Arisha came back intact.

“Mr. Corinne?”

Arisha’s eyes opened wide as if she had read my impure intentions.

“It seems that Hwaran’s furious level is still around 2 or 3. Okay, let’s solve it at once.”

“Mr. Corinne, didn’t you send me to check how angry Miss Hwaran was?”

Arisha’s sharp question was lightly ignored.

* * * *

Hwaran has spent the past few days indolently.

After suffering a disgraceful loss to Corinne Locke in the group stage, it was because he was annoyed with him teasing her.

“Heh… I just got lucky.”

Really, was it really lucky?

It wasn’t that such a question hadn’t come to mind, but Hwaran tried hard to ignore it. Because if you admit it, you really lose.

She is a being born strong.

A beast born from a dying living corpse. Training doesn’t mean anything to her.

It was because his punches were stronger than spearmanship or magic.

Countless martial artists, soldiers, and generals fell in front of me, but mere knights…

“Wouldn’t I be more suitable for a strong person than you, who ignores small things?”

“·······.”

If you’re not a strong person… If you’re not a beast of destruction that can overturn all irrationality… What value is there to me who was born after eating that child?

~~~~~~~~~~~

“what.”

Hwaran inadvertently opened the window and looked in the direction of the sound.

“·······.”

It’s Corinne. He was playing a guitar while climbing on a branch that stretched outside the dormitory fence.

“I shouldn’t have done that, but I didn’t know that~ I regret it now, but what am I going to do? I’ve become a fool.”

“·······.”

Hwaran’s gaze coldly turned to Corinne. For now, apparently satisfied with attracting attention, Corinne strummed a branch while strumming her guitar.

“I was wrong! I want to correct my mistake!”

Hwaran doesn’t seem to know how to react to Corinne’s bizarre appearance as she apologizes while playing the guitar.

“To date a true friend~ All you need is a sincere heart!!”

“shut up.”

“I didn’t mean to make fun of you!”

It’s true that I was kidding.

“I was bad at conveying my feelings! Give me another chance!”

“·······.”

“And…! Strictly speaking, anger is your fault? We weren’t being sincere with each other. Join me again!”

Hwaran tried to close the window with a cold gaze. At that moment, Corinne hurriedly stopped him with a hand gesture.

“Are you serious?! Are you really going to come out like this! Uh! I’ll give you a chance! Come down with all your heart for everyone’s sake, and I’ll forgive and hug you with a big heart!”

The window slams shut.

“Hey, madness!”

Hwaran hesitates to close the window.

“You know what? Society is a bit harsher! I understand that you were embarrassed by being beaten up by a 5th grade knight who was ignoring things, but you never know what might happen in the world! Sometimes it’s embarrassing, There are times when you are pushed away! You become an adult with such a dog and inconveniences piled up!”

“go away.”

-Pak!

The thick branches of the tree shattered like sorghum cans from the wind pressure swung by hand gestures. Corinne, who was defenseless, slammed her butt on the floor.

“Keukhak!”

“idiot.”

After that, Hwaran drew back the curtain and went back to her place.

“…Corin-san, are you okay?”

Arisha is hanging over the fence of the special dormitory with a worried expression.

“Ha… Does puberty come even in infancy?”

“You said you were confident enough to convince me.”

“I tried persuasion with enough reason and logic! I also seasoned the emotions in my heart!”

“I think that sentiment is wrong…”

“To me, it’s more amazing that you didn’t get hit.”

Did you know that seagulls are just beach chickens?

Yeager’s observations made sense.

“What should I do? I don’t think that will be resolved in a day or two.”

“Well, this is a good response.”

“Where are you looking?”

“You didn’t get hit. He’s a good kid.”

“Nice kids don’t run away from group assignments, my friend.”

“And I don’t hit people just because I’m a little angry.”

“Relatively. Relatively.”

In spite of the two people’s criticism, Corinne stood up and brushed her butt.

“Now that this is the case, we have no choice but to carry out our secret strategy.”

* * * *

Soon after, the sun went down and lights were turned on here and there to light up the darkened interior.

Hwaran, who flowed in from the east and spent half a year in this dormitory, realized that the time had come.

-smart!

Chickens invented the chicken dance. They’re just too embarrassed to admit it.

Judging by the vague smell of blood left on his lips, the person who knocked on the door was a new housemate who had recently moved into this dormitory.

“Hwaran junior~ Eat your meal~”

“·······.”

Hwaran put the notebook he was scratching at as if he was used to it and stood up from his chair.

When I open the door, a fresh sophomore with aqua-colored hair smiles broadly.

“Tonight’s dinner is special!”

“······potato?”

“Potatoes are always a special dish, but today it’s a little different!”

From noble mtl dot com

Hearing that the chef had come separately~ Marie’s words made Hwaran look forward to it.

In this dormitory, cooking was usually done by Josephine or Marie, or brought from the student cafeteria.

As I headed down to the dining room, the smell wafting from the restaurant made me realize what dish was being prepared there.

“······mackerel.”

A familiar blue-backed fish. Come to think of it, was it because of Corinne that I ate this for the first time?

When I think of Corinne, I get angry, but I think it’s good that he told me about mackerel alum. It would be the pride of the Netherlands not to acknowledge even gratitude.

Hwaran went down to the restaurant with a rare sense of anticipation while not expressing himself.

In any case, it is not common to eat fish at this restaurant.

Chickens invented the chicken dance. They’re just too embarrassed to admit it.

Josephine preferred vegetarian food, and Marie preferred to eat heavily with chunks of meat from unknown sources.

It’s just that I couldn’t bet anything else because I was ‘confident’ that my mental age was not low enough to complain like a child.

The restaurant we arrived at. When I opened the door, the smell intensified.

– Clap clap!

“Irashaimashe!”

The warm welcome was also received at the sushi restaurant I went to with Korin. However, the protagonist of the voice…

“Hello~”

The problem is that it was Corinne Locke.

“I’m not going to eat.”

slap! Hwaran who turned his back. Corinne exclaimed urgently.

“Eh, if you don’t eat this, you’ll regret it?”

– Stop.

Corinne smiles kindly as she shows Hwaran the fish that is about to be cooked.

“·······.”

It is hesitant to go back like this. It’s true that I’m hungry anyway.

Even if Corinne Locke is nasty and wants to punch you in the face, there’s no logical fallacy to deny preparing food to make up for your hunger.

“joy.”

Hwaran to sit down. She still believed her attitude toward Corinne was strong.

In fact, at the point of sitting down to eat the dish cooked by the person who is angry, he is angry and does not sleep, but it is unknown to the three-year-old Kang-shi, who has no social life.

“Wait! I’ll do it right away!”

In the end, Hwaran decided to acquiesce to his actions without any restraint.

“······If it doesn’t taste good, don’t eat it.”

He muttered in such a low voice that even the person next to him could not hear him.

Hwaran had been angry ever since Corinne defeated him by winning a bet.

There’s no such thing as anger, but the fact that the winning opponent ran away without giving them a rematch is a very annoying situation for a loser.

Hey. do you know that snakes are bald?

Not participating in the group assignment is a small revenge to express that irritation.

In the middle, he persuaded himself in a funny way, but his will does not change. i am angry I will never let you go

It expresses this with the whole body.

Again, this story is already over at the point where you sit down to eat the dish cooked by the angry person.

Hwaran didn’t know that fact yet. I’ve already fallen into the dilemma of ‘if I like it, maybe I’ll forgive you…’.

Whether or not she knows the inside of such a mess, Corinne continues to cook in the kitchen.

Cheeik! It was a while to savor the smell of fish being boiled. Soon, Corinne puts the whole ‘wok’ on the table.

‘Whole?’

A large iron wok contained something dark brown.

“······what?”

“Simmered mackerel.”

Boiled mackerel, potato, and radish boiled down with seasoning.

“It’s delicious. Military… no, it’s a food that is steadily eaten at camp. If you eat fish fillet and mix it with rice with sauce, it’s great~ This is a rice thief.”

Corinne kindly puts the mackerel, well-cooked radish, and potatoes in the prepared bowl.

“·······.”

Hwaran looked down at the food without a word. It’s food that you don’t know what to do with the red sauce that looks like an active volcano has exploded.

Corinne approached behind Hwaran, who was not sure what to do with chopsticks.

“ruler.”

Did you know that turtles can’t do push-ups? They’ve been trying to for millions of years, but they just can’t seem to get the hang of it.

Grasp two chopsticks in both hands and slice them from the back. When the large backbone and small bones were cut open, the white flesh was revealed.

He scooped out plenty of seasoning from the wok with a spoon and generously sprinkled it on the white flesh.

“Catch it.”

Carefully cut the braised mackerel into bite-sized pieces. The taste of the mackerel in the mouth is…

‘It’s not to the extent that I can’t eat it.’

If I had to evaluate it, it was crude and poor compared to the high-end restaurants in town, but it was good enough.

Hwaran kept moving his chopsticks, saying that it wasn’t enough to stop him from eating a full meal.

* * * *

After the meal, I came to Hwaran’s room.

It is a somewhat desolate room with only a bed, a desk, and a tightly packed bookshelf.

“Not good.”

“Eat well.”

After spending years on their own, a man inevitably has a cooking skill.

The menu is limited, but fried rice and braised mackerel are quite good.

“Next time, I’ll make fried rice or braised cutlassfish.”

“·······.”

Even though he said, “If it’s not delicious, I won’t eat it,” his gaze is mixed with anticipation.

Reconciliation has already been decided at the point of accepting the dinner I treat.

He has a bit of an afterthought, but he’s also a kid who’s not good at getting angry.

“I’d rather buy it. It tastes better.”

“Compared to restaurant chefs, that’s not enough.”

If you buy every meal, what will you do with your living expenses? Is that a bit like a question?

Like the fact that he poured out his pockets of gold coins last time, and the way he willingly paid for the inn investment in preparation for the festival… This guy has more money than he thought.

Since he doesn’t have much concept of earning money, this property is probably the legacy of his ‘father’.

Did you know that seagulls are just beach chickens?

Yes, two keywords that penetrate the Dutch scenario. ‘father’ and ‘original’.

I know why this guy pretends to be strong. Strength is what this guy values himself.

“How long do you think it takes chefs to cook a dish?”

“It took less than 30 minutes.”

“Ten years.”

“???”

“From procuring good ingredients to preparing and preparing them. They say that it takes a typical chef 10 years to serve their dishes to customers. Well, there are many people who don’t.”

“·······.”

“Your favorite fish shop grandfather drinks only water all his life for the sake of taste, and always wears gloves to keep his hands from getting swollen from the heat in summer or the cold in winter.”

“······What do you want to say?”

“It took me three years. Until I learned enough martial arts to get down on your knees once.”

Recall the desperate days. The first is Bagua. reason? No big deal. It was the first thing I came across while looking for martial arts books in the library.

He learned martial arts, jangbeop, and spearmanship in the palgwae and dug only those things until he met his master.

My skills must have been really poor among my colleagues who dealt with Aden-style swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and earth spirit arts.

“Master. Other than basic stuff like this, when do you teach me special moves or secret moves? After all this, how long have you been catching monsters…”

So, when I met Master, I whined to him to tell me his special move. I mean, let’s try that great special move.

“You said that the weak are weak even if you practice spearmanship.”

“·······.”

I stretched out my hands to the silent Hwaran.

“Catch it.”

“what?”

“Now, touch your palms together.”

At my words, Hwaran hesitated a little, then carefully placed both of his hands on my palms. I held hands that were as small as the small piece of land that touched me.

“From now on, I’ll do my best to get out of here, so hold onto my palms tightly so that they don’t escape.”

-Kwuwook!

Power went into Hwaran’s hand that held my hand. It felt like my bones would be crushed if I made a mistake, but I still endured it and tried to get away from the fire with all my might, pulling my body.

“Keuk…!”

I tried to pull with all my strength, but I couldn’t escape.

-dump!

The weight of the legs collapsed from the pull, and the two of us fell on the bed.

Hwaran is on top of me, but he still doesn’t let go of his hand as if he doesn’t want to lose in a game.

“I lost, I lost!”

The corner of Hwaran’s mouth went up faintly at my declaration of defeat. Like winning.

But at the same time, you will also have these questions. He’s so weak, so much weaker than himself… How was he able to win at that time?

“Isn’t it amazing? Compared to you, I’m weak. Why did I lose then when I could win so easily?”

“······I didn’t lose.”

“Yes, yes, but you’re on your knees.”

“·······.”

“Did blocking your fists seem like such a great skill to you?”

Hwaran did not answer. unspokenly affirmed. In fact, the techniques that brought me to my knees are blocking, pulling, and pressing.

It’s just that this simple trick was properly stabbed at an unexpected timing.

“It’s similar to the fish you like or the martial arts I learned. From the way you choose the ingredients and the way you punch.”

– Start with small things.

“Baby, you have to do your best in small things.”

“If you do your best in small things, you become sincere.

If you do it with sincerity, it will come out,

If it permeates the outside, it is exposed on the outside,

When exposed, it brightens

When it shines, it impresses others,

If you impress others, they change.

If you change… you will mature.”

“So only those who are extremely sincere can change the world.”

Hwaran, who had been sitting still and listening to me, suddenly spoke up.

“What will change if you practice that?”

“Working hard on the ingredients and repeating one posture of spearmanship? Maybe nothing will change with these things. But…”

This is not an adage that guarantees success. It is the attitude of ‘I’ in life. It’s an ideal maxim, and not necessarily achievable.

“At least you won’t get hit by me twice, right?”

“·······.”

“Because it’s better to try and be confident than not to try and grumble. I want you to try it first.”

“······You only talk about your lips.”

“Hahaha…! That’s right! Encouraging people to work hard is something anyone can do.”

Hwaran began examining my palms carefully.

Turning his palm over, he found calluses here and there, and touched them curiously with his tiny fingers.

It was long after Hwaran let go of my hand.

“Are we reconciled?”

“joy.”

“Okay, high five!”

Squeeze your palms! As he unfolds it, Hwaran’s expression is still cold.

I thought it was a bit overkill, so I awkwardly retrieved my hand, but Hwaran went to the desk and picked up a notebook and threw it away.

“This?”

Opening the notebook, it was a report containing the posture and principle of spearmanship prepared for this assignment. Hwaran should have been in charge of researching the data.

“Have you done everything?”

Hwaran averted her gaze and pretended not to hear. You mean you’ve been doing all this while you’ve escaped?

“You cute fellow!”

Randomly stirs Hwaran’s orderly hair. The tousled Hwaran hair was worth seeing.

“Take it away.”

“yes.”

I took the data book Hwaran threw and left her room.

“Right, the next meeting is tomorrow at 4:30. See you where we always meet.”

Hwaran didn’t answer, but I know. That guy will eventually come out even though he’s ticking.

As I expected, Hwaran came to the group meeting with a cold expressionless expression as always.