110 – [2] A Southerner
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As with any university, the first week was usually peaceful.
For freshmen who really don’t know anything, to experience various events is tantamount to torture…….
“School starts again.”
“I really hate it.”
“Lecture Orientation? I just sleep at home.”
…… Rather, it was peaceful because there were many people suffering from the aftereffects of the beginning of the semester.
It was only natural that the pain of one of mankind’s greatest inventions, ‘vacation’, was truly indescribable.
So, what freshmen face in the first week was usually simple things.
Wandering around the classroom with kilo and mile confusion.
I went to buy textbooks for lectures, but they were out of stock, so I was in despair.
Struggling with early signs of homesickness.
Watching the tall people on the podium giving Old, MZ sh*t.
Swearing at the slow school administration system, saying that this is computer processing in 2055.
Experience a critical gourmet at every meal because you don’t know where to eat.
Suffering from Puerto Rico’s unique mix of imperial-SI units.
It was a truly young experience.
And the last one was the worst nightmare that haunted the students.
What a nightmare it must have been, some students will stage a Yard pound unification protest in front of the dormitory.
I don’t know if it’s common sense, but the extremely American and southern protest was huge.
The problem was that these protests drew a lot of aggro.
The SI unit followers and traditionalists said they would rather kill us, and everything would come to nothing when they put up a counter-argument.
The bubble here was not the sound of being pushed out of the political and social agenda.
It was said that it would be a waste to have a discussion with the body.
“Use something like that only in America!”
“This is America, you crazy bastards!”
A diabolical debate about the supremacy of the yard pound.
The heartbreaking fight over the academy’s future has often resulted in Yardpound’s defeat.
The reason is surprisingly simple.
It was because there was an American yard pound and an international yard pound, and this crazy system of units was not used by anyone other than Americans.
It’s been a long time since I realized that even the devilish Englishmen couldn’t do it, and I hit them.
Because of this background, the counter-demonstration has become a coalition of people from many countries and some Americans.
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Multinational alliance, means a lot of pages.
Insufficient number of pages in the discussion (group fight) meant death.
The fortunate fact for Yardpound was that the academy did not sit idly by.
It was because the armed guards suppressed the students with clubs when the situation became serious.
A lot of people got hurt, but no one died anyway, so it worked out for the academy.
It’s a little strange, but the academy has always been like this.
A dream place for aspiring hunters.
A place where men and women collide with each other while sweating.
A place full of energy and passion.
“Ugh…… Did I go too far…….”
Ines Corseiro was a girl who followed it.
In addition, he loved the American and Southern system of units, the English pound method, more than anyone else.
As I struggled to get out of bed, it was revealed that all parts of my sensual body were bruised.
It was serious, but Ines didn’t think much of it, and rubbed an egg at one of her bruised eyes.
I’m sure it was fine until the rainy day a while ago.
How the hell did this happen?
“Dirty bastards…… Do you deny the yard pound?”
Just two days ago, it was because I had participated in a pro-Yardpound protest.
To be precise, the club asked me to participate, so I just joined.
And after fighting hard, I was outnumbered and this was the situation.
She didn’t have a partner in her funny days, but she had no regrets.
Rather, she felt satisfied with the thought that she had been given a shot.
It was not a normal accident structure, but the club she belonged to was not a very normal place.
Is there a club that does not just do one thing, but racial discrimination, racial discrimination, and love for Yardpound at the same time?
If Xian Kang had known this, she would have said in front of her that she was a ‘social weed out person’.
Her culled daughter, Ines, who at least had her good looks, stopped rubbing her eyes with her eggs while she was smirking.
Then she left the room with a Confederate flag and a double-barreled shotgun hanging on the wall.
“Let’s see…… Was today club promotion day…….”
An opportunity given to those who joined the Breckinridge Club before the start of the semester.
Today was the day I was really looking forward to.
Then she washed and dressed.
She ate the Southern food she bought yesterday and moved out of her new house, hearing the news about the reptilian deep state that follows the world tree.
[Mailbox]
[Inês Adriana Corceiro da Silveira]
“There is nothing.”
After checking her mailbox, she decided to move on to a sunny sunrise.
Of course, the city of Arecibo is huge, so just walking there was a waste of time.
She took out her skateboard, which she had hidden in the corner of her house.
She soon slipped downhill.
Ines smiled brightly as if she was looking forward to the future.
She enjoyed the wind in her hopes as if she were the main character of this world.
With miraculous athleticism, she traversed the city. She
She even does natural parkour if she has any talent.
I feel like she would do well as a hunter.
But she was always just an ordinary Awakener.
Her skills as a hunter aren’t that great. She
She was a hunter aspiring to the same level as everyone else.
Of course, in her hometown of Southern Alabama, it was a pretty outstanding axis.
At least no one in her hometown could withstand her spear.
“Let’s see if I turned right here…… Oh right!”
After sprinting, she arrived at the club promotion route.
She arrived a bit late, so she already had some onlookers.
“At Palaistra Academy, countless aspiring hunters spend their days in the trash!”
“Of course, our club is also wasting time! That Latino beauty! Wouldn’t you like to become a reporter for the newspaper club, Daily Palai—”
“It’s okay!”
She hurriedly ran to the place where her own club was.
Soon we arrived at a booth littered with strange decorations such as guns, bibles, and southern flags.
“Hey, hey…… Forgive me for being late!”
She immediately hit her head and apologized.
However, everyone said it was fine, probably because she hadn’t been open for a while.
“Now, when people come, pick it up and shout what you learned, okay?”
“Yes!”
I was handed a sign that said, ‘Let’s keep pure American blood!’
‘A club of real Americans. Breckinridge Club!’ Written on it.
“Down with different races! Overthrow the race! Long live the white man!”
And so it was.
I drew aggro at everyone who passed in front of me.
It was done to make even one more person come to the club, and on the other hand, it was done to show hatred.
The problem was that the hatred was rather broad, so it was directed at white people as well.
“Get the devilish British out of the academy!”
“f*cking white bastards.”
“There cat jab! Aren’t you going to turn off right now?!”
“You’re my mother, ooong~”
“There, an innocent-looking Anglo-Saxon friend! Would you like to drive out the lowly blood from our club together?”
“I’m Irish assholes.”
“Aren’t the furry bugs going away?!”
“These bastards were punished during the Yardpound protests, and they are doing that again.”
His batting average was consistent today as well.
Despite the glare of the people around them, the action continued until lunchtime.
Although she was exhausted, Ines continued to show her strong will.
Attacks under the guise of soliciting guests showed no signs of stopping.
It was around the time that a lot of sweat was running down my dark skin.
Someone’s hand was placed on the skin that seemed meaningless to burn more than this.
“Don’t overdo it, take breaks in between.”
“Yes? But then people-“
“Are you a freshman anyway? I’ll tell the manager, so go look around the other clubs once in a while.”
“Oh, yes! Thank you!”
Break time.
She took off her jacket and wiped her sweaty face with a towel.
After that, I started wandering the streets freely.
I thoroughly looked at what other clubs were showing and what clubs existed.
‘There are more clubs than I thought.’
‘Wow, what is that?’
‘That club looks like a lot of fun… ….’
It was time to continue the exploration.
She turned her head at the sound of gradually accelerating footsteps.
“…… ?”
There was a man running hurriedly.
It seemed like he was busy with something, but the important thing wasn’t that kind of behavior.
‘Wait a minute, that person…… !’
The most important thing was that he was a man with a familiar appearance.
Ines remembered the man who had humiliated them on her last march.
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Maybe not.
But from her point of view, Xian Kang was an unforgettable look.
I was almost certain.
The thought that she had to catch it somehow led her body.
She passed him and she followed him.
I tried my best not to be clumsy or unnoticed.
When Kang Xian was grabbed by someone and stopped, he stopped accordingly.
She started walking again and followed me.
That’s how the muscle mage club booth was reached.
Ines overheard the conversation between Kang Xian and the others in her alley.
‘What is the conversation about? First place? Where the hell did you get first place?’
I thought I was good at the subject of ‘the poopy elf’…… Could it be that he flew and crawled?’
‘What is it? Did you just get a number? No, more than that, what does that woman like so much?’
‘He’s a guy with low blood…… ! If we continue like this, low blood may increase even more…….’
I couldn’t wait any longer.
I had to act immediately.
The moment I was about to leave the alley then—
‘Wait, who is that person again?’
Someone quickly approached Kang Xian.
The tanned blonde man’s expression and steps showed anger.
Like Ines, he was a Californian who saw Gangsian running and followed him.
However, there was a difference in that he was more of a Southerner than Ines.
‘What, what?! They just attack here?!’
Caught Kang Xian.
He punched him in the face.
‘No, it’s better! It’s been a while…… Uh?’
However, Xian Kang easily dodged it.
It was an unusual movement, just like that time.
“What a bastard! If it weren’t for you-“
But the opponent didn’t care and swung his fists one after another.
I kept avoiding it on my own, but there was no end to it.
I had no choice but to hit them lightly a few times.
There was almost no damage because it hit the chest where magic flowed.
Thinking that the rest of his blonde tanning was a success, he put on a look of delight.
Actually, it wasn’t really the end.
“What are you doing?”
One of the muscle wizards who had been watching stood by.
Blonde, tanned man swears at me as if to say something.
The muscle mage was serious, and the atmosphere became even more fierce.
That was the end of the good moment.
“What did you just say there?”
“Who are you to hit our friend?”
“I’m not crazy, this.”
“Would you like to become a childless young boy from a rich family?”
“I will see all the oddballs.”
Soon, I was surrounded by muscle wizards and Kangxian.
It was the completion of the siege eradication camp.
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