Next day.
Wednesday.
The day couldn't be more ordinary. Yun had written a few more chapters for the fiction. After sharing each one after another, he left the site as usual.
He entered the in-game store and looked at Doomsday, now reserved as a 'classic'. The number of downloads reached millions, its popularity increased day by day.
"Time to start planning..."
He lifted his head, muttering, and looked at the class-weary students.
He put his phone back in his pocket and stood up. He didn't even notice anyone anymore, as his movement had become routine.
Meanwhile, it was time for recess at the next school. Lesson and recess times were different in order to reduce the meeting between the two schools.
As he left the classroom, he took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. As he walked calmly down the corridor, his eyes fell on the garden of the other school.
Bums everywhere.
It reflected the silhouette of the glass as well, and when he looked at his own reflection, seeing that it was no different from them, he chuckled lightly.
He slowly made his way to school.
He would see each and every one of them again.
***
"We're complaining!"
"We didn't do anything, he came and hit us!"
"Exactly!"
In front of the principal's room, students collapsed. Each of them was wrapped in a white cloth.
"Mom, I swear I was dozing under the tree. He came and kicked me before I knew what it was!"
"Hush! Aren't you ashamed to take a simple joke between you to us adults? Are you a child now?" The students, who were severely scolded by their parents, were astonished at what had happened. He wondered, why is that kid always being defended?!
The children, who received a strong reaction, became silent, and even the young people red under their eyes, feeling injustice.
The parents left after repeatedly stating that he was not complaining about Yun.
The school next door was completely quiet that day.
***
On other days, during that week, the residents of both schools were also brutally beaten repeatedly by Yun. This bitter abuse, of course, went unrequited. No matter what their families said, they did not interfere and persistently took Yun's side.
Over time it became almost routine. Yun's almost intermittent school inspection had begun. At that moment, they realized, Yun does not interfere with those who read books and study!
Over time, whenever Yun came along, they acted as if they had done a reading trick or a test. But Yun seemed to see their hearts clearly!
The liars were popping up one after the other, leaving the real people.
So everyone understood that pretending is unnecessary. After all, they were beaten both ways!
On the last day of that week, a rumor swept both schools.
In the upcoming exam, Yun will come to find everyone with low grades!
Maybe it was just a rumor, but because of the person involved in the rumor, nobody refused to ignore it and leave it to chance.
Thus, after Yun's inspections, the students' time to prepare for the exam like crazy began.
***
7th of March.
It's the first exam time of the second semester.
As the entire class was taking their exams, there was a disheveled white-haired boy sleeping in the back row.
Last 5 minutes to the bell.
He slowly opened his eyes and, yawning, took up the pen.
The pencil in his right hand was spinning so fast, as if he had been born with it, that only his shadow was visible, it was making a light breeze, a few strands of hair moved in that breeze.
With this situation, which caught the teacher's attention, he pushed his glasses and focused on the student in the back. He had just arrived at this school, and he had almost heard of the most troublesome type of the two schools, of course. Even though he was from the Ji family, his demeanor, like a wild peasant or vagrant, who did not have an iota of nobility, was quite famous in the neighborhood.
The pen was deftly turned in water-flowing movements between flexible fingers. He was intrigued by his talent alone.
He glanced casually at the page.
4 minutes left on the bell.
As a result of a random glance behind and in front of him, the pen stopped with a 'click' in his hand.
It was almost a dream at that moment. The tip of the pen gleamed like a general's sword ready to go into battle.
He slowly approached, pushing his glasses with two fingers.
-Tuk- pen landed on paper, writing pretty quickly. If he wasn't serious, the teacher would think he was scribbling the paper brutally. No, he was actually thinking. Until you catch it and see the writing style like that work of art.
It looked as if it had been written with the help of special text from a computer, the words were neat and fluent.
The writing style is said to reflect people's personality.
It looked like an italic script, a thin but sharper typeface. The letters are regular, almost like measuring with a ruler. No one would have thought that such an article would appear so quickly.
But it was right in front of you!
3 minutes to the bell.
It went to the back page at this speed.
Instead of slowing down, the pen got faster. His hand was almost invisible, leaving reflections behind. He nearly dropped his glasses as he stared at the answers!
The answer is fully resolved.
True!
He wanted to look at the other question, but the person dropped the pen and went back to sleep on the paper.
2 minutes to the bell.
Teacher:...
Unable to contain himself, he nudged the student.
The youth slowly lifted his head, the teacher's heart beat a beat or two with his curly white hair and sleepy appearance.
"Is there a problem, teacher?" The calm tone of his voice would bring it down to the woman's heart. Was this the wild boy who didn't understand courtesy?
Basbaa slander!!!
"My child, did you write your name on the paper?" Yun turned his gaze slightly towards the teacher and said, "Yes, sir."
"If you're out of paper, you can give it," the teacher said with a smile.
Yun immediately put the paper in the teacher's hand and looked at him with an expression that said, 'Here it is yours'.
"You can lie down"
The teacher literally buried his head in the paper and left without raising his head. He was muttering in one hand and holding the paper with some excitement in the other.
Yun closed his eyes, burying his head in his arms again.
-To be continued-