The Divorced Man Has Returned chapter 95

The Divorced Man Has Returned 95

#95. Follow it slowly.

“Oh, I guess he was still alive?”

The author grabs my cheeks with both hands and moves freely.

“Is that soooooh

I couldn’t pronounce it properly because I pulled it pretty hard.

From n̲o̲b̲l̲e̲m̲t̲l̲.̲c̲o̲m̲

Normally, she would never have allowed her, but I was happy to see her and I knew she cared a lot about me, so I was accepting her violent pranks.

“Jin~Ja~ I can’t even communicate well. I worry about people. Huh?”

“That’s what I apologized over the phone. There was no rush.”

“Master, even if you make a mistake, if someone indifferently apologizes, you forgive everything, but do you see it?”

“No. Didn’t I care?”

But it was nice to see the author’s face after a long time.

“Jieun-ah. Don’t do that to Inwook too much.”

Sometimes Harin was sitting next to me.

“Inwook. Have you been sick all this time and haven’t been able to come to your senses?”

Harin’s face was full of leeway.

“Chi…”

The author seemed angry at Harin’s words, but she didn’t push me anymore.

“So, as promised, will you train together today?”

“Then. Of course.”

If she hadn’t brought her up on her side, I thought I’d invite her first.

“…But I’m glad you’re still looking healthy.”

The author’s red eyes scanned me up and down.

If it was her enemy’s ability, she would have noticed my condition.

“Come on. Let the class begin.”

The homeroom teacher, standing on top of the church, looked around the whole class and said.

“Uh. Okay. Inwook Choi. Are you all right?”

“Yes. Teacher. It has improved a lot.”

“Yeah… Inwook worked hard, and the rest of us are always at risk of getting injured while on duty or in practice, so please be careful.”

I didn’t come to the academy for a little over a week, but the homeroom teacher was giving me an announcement about the final evaluation.

“As a result of meeting with the teachers, this evaluation may not proceed with the previous pair, unlike the midterm.”

The whole classroom began to roar at his remarks.

In general, a pair is a partner maintained during the first semester, and it is common for all practice and exams to be conducted by two people.

“…It’s annoying.”

A small voice that is almost inaudible.

Harin put her chin on her chin with an annoyed expression and looked straight ahead.

But as far as I can remember, in the first year, I was always with the pair.

I also wondered if the aftermath of our return had an impact on the school.

“When the final official notice comes out, please let me know. Ruler. Let’s turn to page 109 of the textbook. If you look at the class of the dungeon and the hierarchical part of monsters~”

When the bell rang announcing the end of class, the still a bit awkward, blonde-haired poem-hwa walked into our class.

“Choi Inwook.”

“Uh. It’s poetry.”

Ji-eun and Harin both seemed to want to talk to me, but I had no choice but to listen to Si-hwa, who took a long step to our class.

“Follow me.”

Mr. Yoo Shihwa. I would appreciate it if you could explain in a little more structured sentences.

Poetry has always tended to be very intuitive.

“Hey. Yoo Shihwa. Where are you going, Inwook?”

It was Harin who asked what I wanted to ask first.

“Student council room.”

“Why.”

“…I’m going to call you. Well, I have so many questions.”

Sihwa waved her hand as if it was annoying.

However, it was clear that the relationship between the two had improved a lot.

If it had been an old poem, Harin would unconditionally ignore it.

I wouldn’t have even noticed.

“Let’s go. Choi In-wook.”

Sihwa grabbed my wrist and dragged me out with a monster-like grip.

“But why the president?”

“The president didn’t call it separately, but I told the first and second graders to get together for lunch today.”

“Oh. Okay? Why didn’t I receive it on my phone?”

“The president asked me to deliver it to you.”

“Just send me a text message then.”

Sihwa stopped walking.

She just shoved me on the shoulder and pushed me against the wall.

“…Choi Inwook.”

“Why?”

A respectful word that comes naturally.

“Are you so dissatisfied that I came to pick you up to see your face?”

“No. When did I say dissatisfied?”

Sihwa looked up at me for a while and slowly opened his mouth.

“…I wanted to go too.”

“Where?”

“…A trip with you.”

You are conscious of going with Jena.

As I listened to her, I naturally placed my hand on my forehead.

It must have been that she wasn’t the only one feeling this way.

If Sihwa knew, Harin would say that she knew more than 99% of the time, but she must have been too concerned about it.

“…If you are on vacation, let’s grab a day and go.”

As of right now, this was the best answer I could give.

Sihwa’s blue eyes sparkled.

“…Really?”

Like a cat that has found Churro.

Her

I shook her head up and down twice at her wanting her confirmation.

“Yes. Really.”

The ferocious eyes of her slowly began to fall.

“Heh.”

Sihwa turned around again.

One corner of her mouth was slightly raised.

Then we arrived at the student council room.

“Yes. Inwook-ah. Are you completely healed now?”

The president greeted us with a sad smile.

“Yes. I don’t think it’s going to happen all of a sudden.”

“Yes. I’m glad.”

The agenda for today’s meeting was about an official letter from the Academy.

“The academy wants our student council to help with the final exam.”

But I wondered if there was any reason or need for students to be mobilized for the final evaluation.

Is there ever been a case like that… Wasn’t it?

I couldn’t remember.

“So, if you accept this, you’re actually going to have to do it as the main pillar? The 3rd graders are slowly approaching the time to go all-in in preparation for graduation.”

Certainly, a busy time for regular rank assignments in September was waiting for them.

“Um. First of all, I’m going to ask for your consent. I don’t think it’s okay for me to accept it my own way.”

However, the president took care of us and introduced a democratic method.

“Please feel free to tell people who have opinions.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Sihwa raised his hand.

“Uh. Yes. Sihwa.”

“What’s good about doing this?”

The second-year seniors just closed their eyes at her bold question.

However, no one criticized or pointed out that it was disrespectful.

The reason was simple.

They must have been curious too. I wonder if there is anything falling in my mouth.

“So, is there an extra point or a reward? Is that a question? This.”

“Yes.”

He stroked his chin with a worried expression for a moment, then opened his mouth.

“For now, I think it’s enough to fill one line in your activity history? I think we need to talk about additional points and benefits again.”

“Then I vote against it.”

Sihwa gave an answer like a knife, as if there was nothing more to hear.

She poked me in the back with her elbow as if to tell me you too.

From an objective point of view, Sihwa was right.

However, as the student council president in my previous life, I was well aware that it would be very embarrassing if the kids came out like this.

I tried to ignore the poem that gave me attention, and I just quietly waited for the words of the other seniors.

“I… I think it’d be better to do it anyway?”

A senior woman took her words out gently.

“Well… As long as you don’t work too hard, I’m in favor.”

As expected.

Student council officers are basically people who are very cooperative with the work of the student council.

It was also important if it was important to fill in the activity history.

If they didn’t boast of overwhelming force enough to be scouted here and there like me or Sihwa, they too had to make an effort to get their value recognized.

Sihwa bit her lip as if she didn’t like her, but she couldn’t help it.

In the end, the majority voted in favor and we took over the work.

“…Haha, you idiots.”

Sihwa, who came out after the meeting, folded her arms with an expression of incomprehension.

“I can’t help it. That’s what it’s like to run an organization. Well.”

“That’s why I hate group life.”

Sihwa shook her head.

After having a quick lunch with her, I went up to her classroom and called the author as soon as the afternoon class was over.

“Lee Ji-eun.”

“Let’s go!”

Her voice is full of enthusiasm.

She looked very excited to see if she was looking forward to training together after a long time.

We left the academy without stopping by the club, and we got on the bus and headed for a different place than usual.

“But you’re not going to the gym today, so where are you going?”

“I know when I go.”

The place where I got off was outside of Seoul.

It was a flat land for a long time since the construction that I often went to for training in my previous life was stopped.

“…Is there nothing here?”

The author tilted her head in the overly flat landscape.

“Of course nothing.”

“Then why did you come here?”

“I’ll show you from now on.”

Concentrating on my breathing, I began to gather magical energy within my body.

A vortex of black magic that erupts around my body.

“…This.”

The author’s red eyes began to widen.

“Come on, try it slowly.”

With her bright smile, I decided to reveal to her one of her signature techniques of mine.

The gray magic that rises from the sword.

A single black lightning bolt ripped open the huge rock in front of me.

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