52 – Before the exchange meeting
The reasoning I made last night didn’t pass on to Aden until the next day.
This conclusion was made not because there was no trust in this speculation, but to make it certain.
For now, in this state, letting them run as they please is what makes my plan a success.
For that, it would be important for the members of the death squad to move as they are now without knowing anything.
“Are you late today? Bell.”
“I stayed up all night.”
She came into the classroom and Tina approached me as I sat down, and she started pacing around her, wagging her tail at any moment.
By the way, today too our class is filthy and noisy.
Even when they entered the school, they were overcome with a sense of defeat and scattered gloomy energy every day.
“Hey man, Gis! You said you were dumped by Lady Madrian this time? I heard all the rumors!”
“What!? Geese confessed to Lady Madrian?”
“Whee! Your liver is big too, Gis!”
Since most of the students are from aristocrats, there may be a prejudice that there will only be noble and calm people, but that is not the case.
In the first place, the guys here are all the chaff who rolled into class E, including me, so it’s probably because most of them are idiots with low intelligence.
Every morning, if I don’t grab someone and tease them, I always feel like a thorn grows in my mouth.
Among them, is the one caught today Geese?
I don’t know who Lady Madrian is, but judging from what she says around her, it seems that she tried to confess to someone who was quite unreasonable.
The sadness of the broken heart hasn’t gone away, but seeing the guy who was dragged to the center and made fun of, it feels like the 10-year-old congestion is going down.
That guy named Geese is the representative guy who made fun of me for calling me a commoner when I was in high school.
Is this the feeling of blowing your nose without touching it?
Dreuk.
“Stop making noise and take a seat.”
The trifling thought of
Did not last more than three seconds.
Today, Professor Seras entered the classroom by opening the front door without hesitation, knocking nervously on his desk and looking around at his audience.
His hand gestures show irritation, but he manages to keep his expressionless expression like that.
That poker face is truly admirable.
Poof.
Pushing back the purple hair that rested on his chest, Professor Seras unfolded a piece of paper in his hand.
At the same time, something like a pale green stereoscopic image protruding from the paper surfaced on the podium.
This is a tactic we usually use when announcing a rather large event in advance at this school.
“First of all, I will tell you about the delivery. You may have heard it beforehand, but an exchange meeting is scheduled to take place soon.”
Since it was a planned matter, no one showed signs of being surprised.
This might be a welcome response from Professor Seras, who doesn’t like loud things.
“Those who have heard about the traditions within the academy will know. At the exchange meeting, there will also be a martial arts competition where you can check the skills of the senior students.”
At the mention of a dance competition, the hall immediately became agitated.
No wonder.
Because it is the first place where you can see the real skills of the second and third years, who would normally have little contact.
You can see him as an opponent who is only one or two years ahead of him, but this academy is different.
In this educational institution, where all kinds of brilliant talents and geniuses are lined up, there are also real exhaust monsters that run by using the time of one year as five years and ten years.
Among them, those who are particularly famous are known even among first-year students with whom they are unfamiliar.
There are a few people I can remember.
“Professor, then is it impossible for freshmen to participate?”
The muffled voice grew louder.
One of the cadets raised his hand and asked a question as a representative.
In an instant, the noise stopped, and all eyes focused on one spot.
“Not really. I’ll be announcing that from now on, so wipe your ears and listen carefully.”
Perhaps thinking it was the right timing, Professor Seras touched the paper spread out on the podium with his fingers.
At the same time, the light green stereoscopic image that emerged changed its shape.
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It looks like two people are facing each other.
“First of all, as I said, the dance competition is traditionally a place to check the skills of seniors in the 2nd and 3rd years, and to use them as a foundation for your growth.”
That was the shape that symbolized the dance competition.
I don’t know who made it, but can’t you change the color so it can be seen properly? Hard to tell.
Leaving behind my inaudible complaints, Professor Seras continued his speech.
Even by diligently writing something on the blackboard with white chalk.
“However, there are often those who want to see the skills of seniors with their own bodies, even if they are freshmen who have just entered. So, as a rule, it is not a problem for first graders to participate.”
“As a rule,” Means…. Are you saying you don’t usually participate?”
Professor Seras didn’t open his mouth, but silently nodded his head as an answer.
Well, that must be the case.
In the first place, it wouldn’t be known if the guys participating in the martial arts contest were gathered together, but most of them were only talented people between the 2nd and 3rd years.
How many guys would dare to participate in it and be embarrassed?
The only thing that immediately comes to mind are those who are obsessed with improving their skills, such as Pareon from Class B or Elisha from Class A.
‘Even the original Aden failed in the preliminaries on the first day, so I said everything.’
Of course, the guy who defeated Aden was not without its monsters.
“I will not stop those who want to participate. Being bumped into and broken can be a good experience when you are young. If anyone wants to prepare for the ball, report it to me by the day after tomorrow.”
“Yes!”
A booming reply rang out, and Professor Seras read the contents of the influent again.
With a brief announcement about the exchange meeting, the ordinance session came to an end.
Leaving me with an annoying homework assignment that I’m about to die from.
* * * *
While Professor Madrick’s ‘Close Combat Lesson’ was in full swing, I sat in the corner of the training room and had to sigh.
From the other side, I could hear the clashing weapons of those who hadn’t finished class yet.
“Whoa.”
The moment of this depression began with a word left by Professor Seras during the meeting.
The moonlight festival, like a kind of ball, held on the last night of the exchange meeting to be held in a few days.
I was included among the people who had to attend as a class representative.
Originally, the Moon Festival consisted of three representatives of each class and six people, including their partners, dancing in turn for each class.
The problem is that after I entered school, I had a lot of things to stand out, such as mock exam results or the Wizard’s Forest incident, so Professor Seras caught my eye, and eventually put me on the representative list.
Thank you in the sense that you looked at me kindly, but now it feels like sh*t to me.
Is there any reason to choose me, putting aside those who would have been openly trained in dancing from their respective families in the first place?
You probably don’t think that I, being a commoner, would have learned such noble manners beforehand.
Anyway, my head hurts.
My head is already pounding at the thought that followers are going to attack the exchange meeting, but to put a burden on it.
Even if you learn how to dance from someone, the fact that you have to find a separate partner is painful.
“hahahaha, you seem to be worried about the Moon Festival. Bell.”
“Do not split and go on your way. Because it is serious.”
Arden approached me, scratching his head and blankly observing the air, showing off his annoying face.
Doesn’t this bastard not know that it’s a virtue to just walk away if someone’s expression doesn’t look serious?
Or is it because he is the main character of the original work and is so far away that he tries to meddle in everything?
Although the fact that either way is pissed off is no different.
“If you are worried about Jung, can I help you? After all, I know a little bit about dancing.”
“You know how to dance?”
At the unexpected suggestion of Aden, who sat next to me, I naturally frowned and then opened my eyes.
Come to think of it, even in the original work, there was a setting that he was good at strange things thanks to the training he received from the members of the death squad.
In the original work, there was no chance to show off your dancing skills at the Moon Festival, but even if you have that level of skill, it might not be too strange.
The problem is that I still don’t want to hold the boy’s hand and learn.
But asking for help from Elisha is too condescending, and Marie… I don’t even want to think about it.
At least, I’ll be glad if you don’t curse at me for being frustrated.
After all, the next best thing is to ask this guy.
“… You’re not even a girl’s dance? Usually, such things are often taught from a partner’s point of view.”
I don’t know much about dancing, but usually when a man learns to dance, a female teacher coordinates with him and teaches him how to lead.
Doesn’t that mean that this guy needs to know how to dance to be able to teach women?
“Huh? Oh, that’s right hahahaha…. There are a lot of things that I learned miscellaneously.”
“Hmm.”
In case someone isn’t the main character in the original story, it seems that he learned a lot of things.
Anyway, if you can teach me, I will be grateful.
Although holding hands and hugging a boy is not very pleasant, it is a hundred times better than risking embarrassment in front of others because you do not know how to dance.
“… Then please do me a favor. Instead, I will buy lunch today.”
“What is the case between friends? Leave it.”
A guy who euphemistically refuses my words with a typical good-natured smile.
If it were me, I would have ate at least a meal of lunch with this as an excuse, but he’s like the representative Hogu character.
But for today, I have benefited from that wide-ranging personality, so let’s leave the term Hogu behind.
Am I the type of person who can’t live without debt, so next time I get a chance, I’ll have to give him a proper return.