Cheongchuleoram (8)
“That’s how it is. Do you feel how absurd the professor gave you?”
Legal Mite is an A-class hero.
A strong candidate who is expected to be promoted first if there is a vacancy in the S class soon.
Although it has been several years since he worked with Professor Hyun, he is still a strong hero.
If you made a bowl of jelly with enough legal mite to lose consciousness, you would be able to guess roughly what the ‘real’ grade of Professor Hyeon is now.
“At least Class A. Or is it a semi-S class?”
Yoo Hee-won slowly raised her head at Song Do-yoon’s self-talk.
“Then, our teaching professor pretended to be a C-ranker and granted us our wishes, while asking us to do the absolutely impossible? Isn’t this complete deception?”
“What should we do, Heewon…? Are we going to end up getting beaten up like Pokerfish all this semester like Legal Might?”
Regal Might laughed and scratched her chin as if embarrassed by Han Min-ha’s innocent question.
“I thought professors were always upright and straight-forward, but now that I see them, they have a sour side. I’ll have to go back and ask them right away.”
Then Song Do-yoon snorted.
“Don’t be silly. Neither.”
As Yoo Hee-won and Han Min-ha looked back, Song Do-yoon continued as if he was pitiful.
“I don’t think it’s important that the professor hid his real level from us? Rather than that, wouldn’t it be more constructive to think about how to beat a former hero close to S-class? Maybe the professor intends that, too, so I wish. He must have stimulated our fighting spirit by saying that he would listen.”
“Who doesn’t know that? It’s because the professor didn’t tell me honestly because it’s ridiculous.”
“Why does the professor have to be honest with you?”
Song Do-yoon asked while receiving Yoo Hee-won’s gaze as she raised her eyes.
“Like when I called earlier, you acted like you were the professor’s wife, is that right?”
“Is there a law against that?”
“No way. The professor is our homeroom professor and you are a student under his guidance. Of course it’s not possible, right?”
“Do you know? Maybe later I will really become the professor’s wife?”
“It’s a rich year. Why don’t you explain how the professor came up with such an outrageous hypothesis?”
In the sudden quarrel, Han Min-ha jumped between the two, her chest bobbing, and her arms struggled.
“Don’t fight, kids! Why did you suddenly go overboard like that while talking about professor grades!”
Yoo Hee-won and Song Do-yoon stare at each other and exchange harsh words, and Han Min-ha wanders around between them.
Looking at the three children making a fuss in the office, Regal Mite felt his temples tingle.
Professor Hyun has been tutoring such children for over a year.
I can’t even dare to imagine it without the foundation of extreme affection.
What on earth made you change like that, Professor Gyo-hyeon?
I used to know you, but you’re not a great person.
“Come on, let’s stop fighting. It’s really embarrassing to come to someone else’s office and do this.”
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Regal Might said, placing her thick hand on Yoo Hee-Won’s and Song Do-Yoon’s shoulders, keeping them apart.
“First, unpack your luggage. There are some vacant rooms in the staff quarters upstairs, so you can stay there.”
“Eh? At the accommodation? I was going to stay at a nearby hotel. I thought it would be too much of a nuisance to go there.”
Regal Might shook her head at Yu Hee-won’s words.
“It’s not to the point where it’s a nuisance for just three people to enter our office. And if the academy students come to ask for help from active heroes, of course we should step in and help them. They’re also disciples of former colleagues.”
As Regal Might put on his characteristic humane smile, the children who had just been living for a while softened their spirits and smiled.
“Then let’s unpack and come down. Let’s talk about what to do next while having a bowl of eel rice bowl.”
“Whoa!”
As the children cheered, they took their bags and went up the stairs.
From now on, children will come to Regal Mite’s office every weekend from Friday to Sunday to learn the know-how of cooperative battles to defeat Professor Hyeon.
* * * * *
Saturday night, in the emergency waiting room of the Situation Management Center.
It was an exceptionally boring evening, probably because it was the weekend when most of the students, except for the freshmen, went out to sleep.
Maybe that’s why I couldn’t see the book I was reading anymore, so I ended up putting the book down on the table and turning on the TV.
I kept turning the channels, but only boring entertainment reruns and home shopping came out repeatedly.
There was an old historical drama that I enjoyed watching when I was young, so I watched it for a while.
But after only a few minutes, the TV was turned off.
This is boring.
Lying on the sofa for a long time, I turned on my phone.
I checked the messages from here and there and replied to the ones to reply.
But there were no messages from the children.
Heewon Yoo and Minha Han’s private chats, which come dozens of times a day, are also quiet. In particular, not a single message has been posted in the group chat room since Friday night.
The only thing I have is a few messages from me asking for a call.
I was going to write about how I was spending my night out, but I gave up and opened my browser.
The news section was all about the administration being attacked.
Not a single official article about Goshawk came out.
It seems that the management bureau strongly controlled the media to refrain from reporting.
Anyway, there was nothing to look at anymore because the articles had already been read several times and official documents had also been sent down to the academy.
I sighed and closed my eyes when there was nothing to see on my cell phone.
Strangely, why does the emergency stand-by take so little time today?
This is very strange.
Until last year, spending time alone was not so boring.
No, rather, it would be more accurate to say that I have a personality that suits me alone.
That’s why I didn’t feel any lack in my life going back and forth between the faculty dormitory and the research lab as a single person.
I opened my eyes and looked at the dark window of the waiting room.
If I hadn’t slept out, would Heewon Yoo come to visit me again?
Maybe it was. Because that kid has a very tenacious side.
Coming to think of it, I don’t know if they’ll come to the faculty dormitory later.
If it’s like that, it’s really difficult.
If you still come, you might be able to treat them to tea and tell them about what happened in Secreto or what you’ve been through in the past.
I don’t know if it’ll be fun, but all the things I can confidently say are those kinds of things.
But after all, Yu Hee-won would listen to my story without showing that it was not interesting.
If Han Min-ha also followed you, he would show a fierce reaction with his eyes sparkling.
Apart from fighting, Han Min-ha is gentle and kind, just like a puppy.
Song Do-yoon will pretend not to be interested, sit a little further away and listen.
Because he’s always been like that since he joined our team.
I should go out tomorrow and buy some snacks for the kids to visit.
Throwing away things like bellflower tea and focusing on MZ and young things.
Let’s find out what kids these days like.
As I picked up my phone again, I suddenly realized.
Why does time pass so slowly today?
That’s because the kids aren’t at the academy.
Before I knew it, I wanted to see my children.
Like living in a cave and coming back after seeing the bright sunlight once, the familiar cave feels exceptionally dark.
I’ve already gotten used to being with my children, so now being alone is unfamiliar.
I don’t want to admit it, but I had no choice but to admit it, so I laughed bitterly.
This is a big deal.
How did it come to the point where children took over the first half of my life?
No, maybe that’s natural.
It doesn’t matter if a few more things come into a messy room full of things, but it’s different if it’s an empty room.
In a room with no furniture to speak of, even a pencil rolling on the floor draws attention, but three cats have been released.
Crying, fighting, scratching, running amok, fluffing each other, breaking cups, and all of a sudden they all disappeared.
Let’s admit it, Professor Hyeon.
My children are the most important thing to me right now.
Having children made my gray life a little more colorful.
Thanks to the children, I finally have a sense of purpose.
Anything for the children….
Anything… Can you do it?
You’d do anything for your children?
Do you really think so?
I don’t know, but I felt like I could do that if needed.
If you look at old cartoons, aren’t there those kinds of characters who don’t mind doing evil for the sake of their precious people?
hahahaha. It’s funny.
It’s just a matter of tutoring well like now and graduating.
What’s the point of doing something bad?
You’re not even in your second year of middle school, you’re just having useless delusions.