Translator: Wan ED/PR: Personal Ghost
51. Student representative general election (7)
Before heading out to participate in the closing ceremony, the cheering squad members decided to wash up and change into the spare cheering squad uniforms.
The cheering squad members, who made and executed the cheering plan for the sport exchange held for a week, were all exhausted.
But even so, everyone’s expressions were bright.
There were some regretful hearts left, but it was covered by the greater fruits and sense of accomplishments.
Yu Sang-hui was no exception.
Yu Sang-hui had the brightest face since entering the 2nd semester.
‘That empty-head an MVP?! Twice at that!’
All three basketball matches were cool, but the match from a moment ago was the greatest.
She had a friendly relationship with Tao Sihu, who concentrated on marking Yu Sang-hun, so it was a bit subtle to say it openly, but she was greatly relieved by the scene of Yu Sang-hun getting rid of Tao Sihu and landing a shot.
As he obtained superpowers, grew healthier and his hair grew thicker, Yu Sang-hui’s younger brother gradually lost his cuteness.
Even so, that immature and pitch-black younger brother was once young and sickly, when he called noona noona, while endlessly awaiting Yu Sang-hui’s hospital visit.
‘I can’t even imagine it right now. I can’t let such a situation repeat… If only he lives well, while playing basketball like an empty-head even in the future.’
Because Yu Sang-hun suffered from a strange disease since he was young, his body was weak, and he couldn’t even properly move, not to mention the basketball he liked.
Yu Sang-hui obtained healing superpowers at young age, but because it wasn’t an age she could use Gwangrim at, she wasn’t of great help in her dongsaeng’s days of fighting the disease.
Just after his superpowers bloomed, he miraculously became healthy, but every time Yu Sang-hui recalled the strange disease Yu Sang-hun suffered from, a corner of her heart became cold.
There was no telling how shocked she was when Yu Sang-hun was attacked by the Jin’s familiar when taking a practical entrance exam.
‘On the subject of that sickly empty-head, he got hurt that easily, and I made a fuss.’
When during the first basketball match she saw Yu Sang-hun suffer a blow from the elbow of the opposing team athlete and blood pouring from his head, she was so furious, to hell with cheering, she wanted to turn that athlete’s elbow into powder.
Especially when she thought that he got hurt after covering that trash called Son Mingi, her insides would still rot.
‘Thinking about it, even though I didn’t send a reply for a while, he is very persistent. Um… should I play with him for a bit more?’
Reminiscing about dark past, her stress piled up.
When she thought about with what words she should plant vain hope in Son Mingi and opened the device’s messages, the face of Yu Sang-hui, who saw the new message, hardened.
The sender was the director of the TC research institute.
The thoughts about Son Mingi completely disappeared from her head.
“Sang-hui unnie.”
At An Dain’s voice, Yu Sang-hui raised her head.
Yu Sang-hui loved all juniors in the Student Council and treated them kindly, but especially about An Dain, who was working as a class representative together with Yu Sang-hun, she cared much more.
“The 1st year kids finished preparations?”
“Yes, we’re carrying baggage right now. The air shuttle will arrive soon, so let’s go together.”
“Okay.”
It seemed she stood blankly for longer than she thought.
She thought about her juniors waiting, and she felt rather sorry about making them wait.
Yu Sang-hui held back a sigh and entered the corridor in front of the waiting room, heading to the entrance.
She didn’t take a few steps, when An Dain carefully asked:
“Hey, Sang-hui unnie… Did You have a fight with senior Tao Wonu-nim?”
“Uh? With Wonu? No.”
She didn’t have a memory of speaking to him, besides a greeting today, what more a fight.
Yu Sang-hui traced back her memories.
‘Was it during the first basketball match? Wonu left in the middle of clean-up, saying that he was going to talk with Sihu, right?’
She remembered thinking that Tao Wonu might be pestering the tried after match Tao Sihu, so before the two met, she grabbed Tao Wonu and asked about details.
“Did Wonu do something perhaps?”
“No… It seems to be the opposite.”
Opposite of ‘doing something’?
Then didn’t it mean that he didn’t do anything?
‘Ah, Wonu wasn’t corrupt today, right?’
During the sport exchange, Tao Wonu, who worried about Yu Sang-hui’s health and rest more than other colleagues and juniors, continued to act corruptly.
Even the Student Council vice president and leader of the cheering squad, Ji Myeong-su, who usually laughed and left it alone, said ‘Hahaha, do it in moderation’, while jokingly pretending to stick his fist to his abdomen.
As she thought over the events past week and An Dain’s words, she realized anew the fact that Tao Wonu was acting less corruptly yesterday and today.
Thinking that her corrupt childhood friend at last grew up, she automatically smiled.
“Wonu is a bit docile, right?”
“….”
An Dain carefully considered her words, then finally couldn’t reply and very lightly nodded.
It seemed that An Dain was worried about Tao Wonu’s abrupt change in attitude, but Yu Sang-hui’s worries decreased by one, so her heart became lighter.
“Next week is an election period, remember? As it’s time for him to end his duty, doesn’t he want to show a worthy of the Student Council’s president’s appearance, even in the Student Council?”
Starting with Yu Sang-hui’s words, the conversation topic changed to the Student Council election.
At some point, Tao Wonu was pushed out of the center of the topic, and the names of the Student Council’s president candidate Yeom Junyeol and his running mate Gwak Gyeong-gu came out.
“If Junyeol takes on the role of Student Council’s president, I’ll be relieved. Though Junyeol is busy with external activities, if Gyeong-gu supports him, there won’t be any gaps in Student Council’s work. Looking at his usual actions, I trust that Junyeol will become a much better president than Wonu, who I have no idea how got picked.”
“I also think senior Yeom Junyeol-nim will become a good president.”
Even while finding truthful faults about her childhood friend with a smiling face, she would sometimes recall the message that she still didn’t check.
The past of the powerless Yu Sang-hui was still holding her ankle in front of graduation.
Recalling the message piling up in the device and mail arriving at Yu Sang-hui’s home, her feelings sunk, but her head was strangely refreshed.
‘… When I’m around Dain, my thoughts feel clearer.’
She made effort not to think about how her junior feels like an air purifier, but she had such a strange feeling.
Whosh.
For a moment, Yu Sang-hui’s long hair swayed.
The goddess of healing Acea, who was connected to Yu Sang-hui through a Gwangrim and a blessing, moved her superpower wave to cause a little wind.
‘Acea-nim…?’
Why did Acea suddenly interfere?
Even though Yu Sang-hui was filled with doubts, she continued a conversation with An Dain.
* * *
Eungwang Stadium, where the closing ceremony was held.
We joined up with the children, who went to see ice hockey and moved to our seats.
While moving to our seats, we shared a heated conversation about the matches each of us has seen.
It seemed that there was an event at the ice hockey’s side, which halted a match.
During the game puck was said to have crossed the fence and flew towards the audience, and it so happened to be flying towards Song Daeseok’s head.
“The athletes hit the puck almost at the same time, and one side’s hockey stick couldn’t withstand the power and broke. It seems it was because the athlete from the other side aimed at the puck and made a mistake when adjusting their strength.” [1]
“Jiho seemed to be the first to notice. He was about to flick it off with a finger, but seeing Daeseok strengthening his hands and trying to catch a puck, it seems he left it alone[2].
Mok Uram seemed to have a perfect understanding of that instantaneous situation.
I still wasn’t able to see anything but Mok Uram’s hoguness, but it seemed even though he spoke nonsense during Eungwang School’s interview, he was a talented person worthy of being admitted for a fact.
At Mok Uram’s revelation, everyone’s gazes poured towards Hwang Jiho.
“Hahaha! I wanted to see your hand skills.”
Crisis was approaching my Playable Character, but that geezer says he left it alone because he wanted to see hand skills or something?
Though there was no way Song Daeseok wouldn’t catch something like puck and got hurt.
“So how did it end? Did anyone get hurt? Daeseok-ah, are you okay?”
“I wasn’t hit. But because of that clumsy bastard, Geurin…”
“… I didn’t get hurt!”
“Ah, let me explain.”
Because of Kim Yuri’s question, Song Daeseok and Min Geurin fell into their own world, Sawol Seeum was the one to explain.
According to the following explanation, before Song Daeseok caught the puck, Min Geurin stood up like lightning and kicked the puck away.
Her foot-kick was so powerful that the kicked puck drilled deep into the ice hockey end zone, so the match had to be suspended until they repaired it, but Song Daeseok was more worried about Min Geurin’s foot than about the ring.
“Wow, they uploaded video of Geurin!”
“Let’s watch it together!”
“… Do we have to watch it here?”
Min Geurin protested a bit, but the video was already playing on the hologram.
Everyone was amazed by Min Geurin’s movements.
The last scene of the video was the close-up on the puck stuck in the ring, but I didn’t have any interest in that.
As it showed my Playable Character’s so perfect and splendid foot kick, it was natural.
“Amazing. Even seeing it again, there aren’t any unnecessary movements, eh?” [3]
“Oo, awesome. Fast.”
“Geurin-ah, when you kicked…”
Han Yi, who watched the video of the painter Min Geurin’s kick, was amazed and asked a few times how she controlled the superpower wave when kicking.
It was extremely peaceful class 0-like sight.
“I’m glad that everyone is safe. Let’s sit down quickly!”
Kim Yuri led the class children with a relived face.
While moving, the children asked if the Newspaper Club’s members, me and Hwang Jiho, aren’t going to leave somewhere again.
This time the automatic shooting was prepared beforehand, and as there was no Demon raids, there was no problem.
“Then we’re going to watch together until the end this time?”
“Ye. Newspaper Club’s vice president senior sent an automatic drone to where the best cuts during the opening ceremony were taken.”
Sawol Seeum was openly happy as he unfolded the closing ceremony plan and talked with excitement.
Although there were no mythological performances like Baek Ho-gun’s Byeoksa sword dance, the solidly organized closing ceremony, which one couldn’t believe it was a highschool sport exchange, continued.
With the performance assembled from of the Eungwang School’s String Club, Wind Club, Piano Club Orchestra Club and Orchestra Club in the center, the closing ceremony started.
“Will teacher Kwon Jane-nim also come out in this performance?”
At Han Yi’s question, Kwon Lena didn’t reply straight away.
Kwon Lena’s face, with a blank expression, was filled with fatigue.
‘The children, who were going to see ice hockey, were said to draw lots to decide their seats. Looking at the video with Min Geurin, Kwon Lena was sitting at the very end, beside Sawol Seeum. Is it because of that?’
Before Han Yi asked again, I called out to Kwon Lana.
“I think you’re being called.”
“Uh? That… Sorry. You were talking to me?”
Kwon Lena belatedly replied to Han Yi’s question.
“Senior-nim only participated in the preparation process. As the sport exchange with the Military academy started with the student initiative, thinking about the meaning of that, She said that if possible, She would want to finish it with a student performance.”
Thanks to the Kwon Jane’s story, Kwon Lena regained energy.
In the middle of the performance, cheering squads and athletes entered.
Unlike the opening ceremony, where they each entered separately, the students wearing the athletes uniforms and cheering uniforms, mixed without distinction between the school, athletes and cheering squad.
As several uniforms mixed, it looked chaotic, but it was good to see a harmonizing crowd at the end of the event.
Seeing that even during the entrance, they had conversations with each other, everyone became extremely close during the exchange.
The ending of the closing ceremony were amazing fireworks, during which Hwang Jiho’s money throwing was felt.
Under the fireworks endlessly adoring the Eungwang Stadium above, even the school staff sitting in the VIP seats gave an applause, and the athletes and cheering squad cheered or gave high-fives.
While the festival’s echo quieted down, and the class children left the stadium together with everyone.
“Now we will be busy again from the next week, huh? Is everyone prepared?”
“Ah, are You talking about the student representative general election?” [4]
Before parting, Kim Yuri brought up a word that the majority of the children forgot about or tried to forget.
“The midterm exams are in a bit.”
*~*~*
[1] “The athletes hit the puck almost at the same time, and one side’s hockey stick couldn’t withstand the power and broke. It seems it was because the athlete from the other side aimed at the puck and made a mistake when adjusting their strength.” — Sawol Seeum’s sentence.
[2] left it alone — or ‘neglected’.
[3] “Amazing. Even seeing it again, there aren’t any unnecessary movements, eh?” — This is Mok Uram.
[4] “Ah, are You talking about the student representative general election?” — Sawol Seeum’s sentence.
Translator’s note: An Dain isn’t escaping the ‘air purifier’ nickname any time soon.
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