Yun was standing in front of the school prepared when he received a message from Evan. He wore an ordinary outfit, dressed as plainly as possible and inconspicuously. He even wore a white mask and hat, wrapped himself in a blanket.
Although his appearance is not well known now, if his identity were revealed by a sharp-eyed person, he could face the biggest trouble of his life.
He moved his glasses to the bridge of his nose, took his eyes off the message, and put the phone in his pocket and proceeded with a relaxed demeanor.
On the way to school, he glanced around lightly.
A total of 7 cameras were installed in insidious places just to monitor the ten gardens where it is located. They hid it really well in case there was an objection as the feeling of being watched wasn't pleasant. But the news that there was a camera and that he was watching was also announced with a small sign.
It was like something, they said that when the eye does not see, the heart folds. No one cared, even though they knew they were being watched.
The atmosphere of the school had a wide view. The basketball and soccer fields were apparently slipping into the backyard and back to back. There are a total of 8 cameras on the back, and a total of 4 on the sides, causing 2 each.
The total number of cameras, including those inside the school, reached more than 50.
Security at the entrance to the school was also pretty tight, but getting an ID was easy thanks to the group of elderly professors.
He didn't actually have to go to college, yet he was curious about this environment he had never had the opportunity to experience.
As he slowly walked towards the school, he looked at the energy of those around him for a moment.
Energetic youngsters, who have just stepped into the world of adults and whose blood is officially boiling, some are running, some are chasing, some are laughing, some are jumping...
It's not childlike, but it's a different feeling.
So foreign that he felt instantly isolated. The unwavering calm within him was too old, too different for this place. The motionless gestures on his face, the sharp lip line and the cold gaze isolated him from this place. It was like they were from different worlds.
Maybe it was because the fire and joy of youth was extinguished.
Maybe it was because of the heavy training he went through in the world of duty and the memories worth a thousand miles, that the system could not suppress this strange feeling of restlessness and alienation for no reason.
And he wanted to go back to his home, where he found peace in silence.
He paused when he realized what he was feeling, and during that time, he was perhaps so immersed in his work that he had limited socialization that his social phobia was on the verge of what was about to happen.
But he made his decision.
Whatever the task, he is someone who can adapt very quickly.
No matter how uncomfortable he felt as his new aim was to make up for this lack, he would stay in this environment and refuse to go.
He was slightly nauseous. Maybe it was because he skipped his morning meal.
He stopped in front of his classroom and looked through the open door at the nearly filled classroom inside. They were quite mobile, and the crowd was enough to startle him. It was definitely annoying. A lot of humming noise echoed in the classroom, and he finally left the door and made the decision not to enter until the teacher came. He leaned against the window, looked up at the vast sky, and felt the discomfort in his chest disappear with relief.
He pulled out his phone and texted Evan that he'd be there around eight this evening.
Finally, when the class had calmed down, he entered slowly and made his way to the back rows.
His current Identity did not allow for attention. He sighed, how would he improve his social skills in such a situation?
He was not stupid and knew that communication is his primary essential feature in human society as social beings. In fact, the reason he learned body language in his first life was to understand people with his little knowledge of simple psychology.
"Ahh! Ajin! That's Ajin!"
"Death anniversary-"
The scream from the girl group caught his attention. They were talking about the celebrity on the phone.
Famous..?
Nanren was also an actor but he doesn't know how he is now.
He paused as an idea came to mind.
Acting..?
He narrowed his eyes. Acting was not easy, you had to grasp people's emotions tightly and control body language in accordance with it and interpret it in your own way.
His eyes sparkled. Perhaps this would be a good method to better understand social relations. Well, after school he was going to ask Nanren if he could teach her.
At that time, when the teacher came, all the sound stopped and they stood up to greet the teacher.
After the teacher nodded and asked them to sit down, he spoke.
"There are new arrivals today"
"Please say hello to the class"
Realizing that he was being talked about, Yun adjusted his mask and stood up. He nodded slightly and saluted.
The classmates looked strangely at the person who had almost no sense of existence, which they hadn't noticed until the teacher mentioned it.
Thin-rimmed silver eyeglasses gleamed and his eyes went black. His face was covered by a white mask, and his hair was covered by a hat. If it weren't impossible, they'd think he was a celebrity. They narrowed their eyes at this 'Newcomer'.
And they felt the contradiction in it. They were instantly displeased, as if drawn to different poles of the world.
Yun knew those eyes.
Someone wearing a mask is subconsciously putting a barrier in between. It certainly wasn't welcome in the first place, not to mention criminals or patients often did it.
She rolled her eyes and looked at the other newcomer. He also knew that the teacher was someone else on the word 'Newcomers'.
But when he saw that person, his body stiffened.
Well, although his memory wasn't that perfect, he knew that this was the person he had battled on the course with Nanren years ago. Now, thanks to the system, it was extremely unlikely that he wouldn't be recognized by your front as everything he did was exposed.
In short, stay away!
Yun lowered his hat a little more and quietly focused on the lesson.
Underestimating the students' curiosity at the time, he plunged into his own world, not realizing that all of their gazes were 'secretly' focused on him.
He didn't pay attention, didn't notice, because the examining and questioning glances felt harmless.
After a while, the pen in his hand moved as if it were our bond and performed the most perfect flexible movements. The pen dancing on its long slender fingers was dazzling for a while.
-To be continued-