Translator: Wan ED/PR: Personal Ghost
65. Things that have to be hidden (1) [1]
1st year class 0’s classroom.
Opening the door, I saw Kwon Lena.
Kwon Lena was looking at the hologram, while rubbing her eyes, and as if she was very focused on it, she didn’t notice me right away.
‘Doesn’t she usually have violin lessons at this time? The exam period is still far away…’
The hologram she was looking at right now didn’t seem to be related to studying.
At a glance, I saw a big word ‘Namkung’, so I guess it was a news article.
I put down my bag and approached Kwon Lena, greeting her.
“Hi.”
“… Uh, Uisin-ah, hi.”
The response was a bit late, but Kwon Lena greeted me with a smile.
Kwon Lena made a bright face, but dyed with tiredness.
I decided not to mince matters and asked what’s going on.
“You came to school early. Did you come early to practice violin?”
“Um, I did have an early morning lesson with senior Kwon Jane-nim, but…”
At such an early hour?
I thought she originally received lessons from Kwon Jane in the afternoon.
Did they adjust the time to match Kwon Jane’s schedule?
It seemed that Kwon Lena was hesitant on how she should explain it, but soon she opened her mouth.
“… I’ll also take a violin lesson in the afternoon. I took a different lesson in the morning.”
“Different lesson?”
“Yea, I practiced using superpower wave with a superpower violin. Senior Kwon Jane-nim is busy, so the additional lessons can be only held late at night or early in the morning.”
So that what happened, huh? She did look tired these days.
But wasn’t she learning a bit how to use the superpower wave during her violin lessons?
What was the reason having to divide the timetable?
Did she perhaps start to practice using superpower wave in full swing?
“It’s difficult to keep up with the other kids combat abilities with the whip, so I thought that if I can use a superpower violin well, I can fight with them.”
Kwon Lena spoke with a bit regretful face.
I guess the fact she couldn’t fight with them at the broadcasting station before bothered her.
Though it should be pointed out that Kim Yuri and Mok Uram also couldn’t fight because they didn’t have weapons.
Suddenly, I recalled the words Kwon Lena said on the dormitory rooftop.
— There was also my friend, but I just watched…
— … What are you saying? I’m telling you, I couldn’t do anything!
That day, Kwon Lena accused herself, saying she left Sawol Seeum, unable to do anything.
I guess she had forgotten about trying to save me, who was disguised as Yeom Juneyol.
‘It wasn’t that she didn’t do anything.’
That time and now, Kwon Lena deeply valued her friends, and reproached herself, but things were different.
“It’s difficult to perform and control superpower wave at the same time. Even so, when such a situation happens next time, I want to fight with our class kids.”
Kwon Lena was trying to change.
So she worked hard, decreasing even the amount of her sleep.
‘She looks tired, but even so, telling her to stop…’
My desire to support her and worries about her health mixed together.
I think Kwon Jane was probably feeling the same.
“In fact, I spent more time looking at the news rather than lessons. It’s a bit difficult to search… I can’t really contact unnie these days. I want to find out if something is going on.”
Namkung Group was under the Player’s Association’s investigation due to the last incident, so they would be busy.
What’s more, Kwon Lena’s older sister, Lee Yeoreum, was an employee at the site of the incident.
“Mun Saeron made an article search application, wanna try?”
“Uh? There is such a thing?”
Detesting that the ranking and listing is decided according to the ad providers or portal sites’ tastes, Mun Saeron made an article search application.
Though she published it on the Newspaper Club’s homepage, it didn’t receive much attention, but I was using it.
As I installed the app on Kwon Lena’s device, she thanked me, while saying that searching became much more comfortable.
“Speak anytime if you need anything.”
“… Thanks.”
Kwon Lena would probably try to solve it on her own, but I decided to say it.
Kwon Lena started to read articles again.
Opportunely, Bang Yunseop’s smoking frequency increased these days, so the bread shuttle usage times increased too. It was a good time to buy some snacks for Kwon Lena.
As I checked MITRON’s new menu, the classroom automatic door opened.
Wiii!
“I’m back!”
It didn’t feel like a greeting to say when you come to school in the morning.
Mok Uram greeted us energetically.
“Ah, Uram-ah. You’re back.”
From Kwon Lena’s response, I guess Mok Uram really went somewhere and came back.
Looking closely, I saw a student backpack hanging at Mok Uram’s desk.
I guess Mok Uram came to school early, but he left or a moment and then returned.
“Where did you go?”
“I went to the dormitory. For the things I thought Lena would need, seeing her state.”
Did Mok Uram bring something strange again?
As if Kwon Lena had the same thoughts, she took her eyes off the hologram she was looking at and worriedly looked at Mok Uram.
“… Did you buy something strange?”
“No. I wasn’t going to buy anything, but by chance I got things for free from the kind Person I met.”
… Somehow it was even more suspicious.
The only people, who would give the Eungwang School’s biggest hogu Mok Uram something for free out of pure goodwill, was the school staff, members of student govern organization and class friends.
Mok Uram took out something out of his pockets.
They were flyers made out of stiff paper.
The flyers were about unproven compounds[1], but they were densely filled with PR phrases, extravagating and explaining their effects, and pictures in dowdy colors.
“This only introduces healthy food that’s good for eye exhaustion. It says that it helps with blood flow and superpower circulation if you just eat it. If I save for a few months, I’ll have enough money to buy it, but thankfully, the kind Person suggested an installment payment, so…”
“… Uram-ah! Where on earth did you meet such a person and received such a thing? It wasn’t at school, was it?”
“I had to go out for a brief moment, and that Person spoke up to me first.”
Mok Uram was at best an hour out of the school, but was still caught by a peddler in that time — his talent was really shocking.
I heard Kwon Lena’s sigh deeply.
Before Mok Uram could increase Kwon Lena’s worries, I suggested.
“Let’s recycle the paper waste.”
Mok Uram was about to argue with my words, but when Kwon Lena informed him in detail about the location of the recycle bin, he obediently followed.
I should ask Hwang Jiho to crack on the peddlers around the school even more thoroughly.
* * *
Lunchtime.
Some students were absent, but the school was peaceful.
The representative topic of the absent students were of course our class’ truants, but the absence of the three, Tao Wonu, Yu Sang-hui and Yu Sang-hun became a small hot topic.
People, who knew about Tao Wonu’s disgraceful behavior, worried just a little if Yu Sang-hui and Yu Sang-hui didn’t finally deal with Tao Wonu.
However, the tree received a small amount of attention.
‘There are still many people who come to see Dokgo Miro.’
They seemed like a plague in the recent week.
Dokgo Miro couldn’t even eat lunch in the school cafeteria, and instead eat lunchboxes with class kids.
Among those class children was also Han Yi.
‘I worried about the relationship between the two after the spar ended.’
On the surface, the two seemed to get along well.
Though, it was Dokgo Miro who one-sidedly acted close, and Han Yi was just tolerating it.
‘But, isn’t it the same with Hwang Jiho?’
Though I say it’s the same, Han Yi openly made a hateful face when Hwang Jiho played jokes, so in a sense it may be even worse.
Ding.
After a meal, while I walked alone to help digestion and organize my thoughts, a message arrived.
The new message that arrived was sent by my disciple.
He sent a greeting and weather forecast for the master and the junior in the morning, but I guess he had something else to say.
[Yeom Junyeol] Master-nim, I’m really thankful that You called me yesterday.
[Yeom Junyeol] I was thinking about the message I sent in the morning, and it seemed that I didn’t thank You.
[Yeom Junyeol] Please make sure to call me next time too!
[Yeom Junyeol] (stamp)
There was nothing to thank me for, because I just ran into him at that time.
And it was thanks to the Student Council’s members that the Enemies were easily dealt with, so as someone, who received help, I wasn’t in any position to be thanked.
Even so, my kind and sincere disciple sent a stamp of Hongryong waving its hand in front of ‘thanks!’ text.
‘I didn’t expect him to be this happy because I called him to do something.’
Should I call him more often in the future?
No, it would put Yeom Junyeol in danger, so it was a bit too much.
Moreover, if Yeom Bangyeol and Cheongryong learned about what happened yesterday, they would burn me to the ground.
Perhaps because it was a lunch break, the messages kept coming.
[Jang Namuk] Guys-ah, I heard about yesterday from Qítiān Dàshèng-nim. You really worked hard. If you told me beforehand, I would have come with you — it’s a pity I couldn’t. I hope that next time you won’t forget me and call me.
[Yu Sang-hun] k
Perhaps Yu Sang-hun, who was at the Association, had some free time to check messages right now, because he checked and sent a response.
But what ‘k’?
You’re planning to call Jang Namuk if something happens?
Jang Namuk was sending long messages without rest, but seeing how he had energy to write such messages, I guess there were no particular problems at the Military School.
It was reassuring that Tao Sihu’s matter was safely settled, but another message that had arrived wasn’t particularly reassuring.
[Jang Namuk] Ah, if I perhaps need a crow mask, I’m going to prepare mine beforehand. Qítiān Dàshèng-nim told me the details of the design. Sihu decided to make one too. Sihu also said he wants to fight together with me if something happens.
… you make what?
Hearing Jang Namuk trying to do something ridiculous, I wanted to stop him, but Yu Sang-hun added oil to the fire here.
[Yu Sang-hun] (picture)
[Jang Namuk] Oh, a picture, huh? Thanks, Sanghun-ah. I’ll reference this picture when making the crow mask.
Yu Sang-hun took the crow mask that day.
It seemed he was planning to take it out again if something happened, but what was he doing using it right away like this?
I had no idea what the hell that bastard was thinking.
First, I decided to stop Jang Namuk.
[Me] n n
I sent the message meaning not make it, but Jang Namuk interpreted my words in his own way.
[Jang Namuk] Ah, making exactly the same one would be bad? It’s better to change the design a little? Got it. I’ll make it so we can differentiate! I’m planning to go buy tools right now. I’ll send a message when I complete it!
[Yu Sang-hun] ㅋ
It appears there was harm to usually sending short messages.
I tried to send another message, but seeing how it was marked as unread, it seemed that Jang Namuk closed the message window and went shopping.
It seemed already too late to stop him, so I finally gave up.
After that, a message of sum-up content of ‘thank you’ arrived from Tao Sihu, but I had no energy to reply, so I only roughly check it and left it alone.
I was dealing with messages I postponed in the morning, when a message from a certain laborer, who was in the middle of a dozen of hours overwork caught my eye.
[Hong Gyubin] Uisin-ah… There really are many incidents related to Eungwang School this year, huh?… ^^;
It wasn’t a long time when the broadcasting station incident exploded, and now the TC Research Institute exploded, so he probably had a headache.
However, part of it was that Hong Gyubin kept taking charge of those incidents until now, and they couldn’t be left alone, so it couldn’t be helped.
When I was about to write the soulless ‘please stay strong’.
[Hong Gyubin] The captured researchers mentioned the crow mask.
[Hong Gyubin] In addition, when investigating underground, we discovered traces of kotodama power usage.
At the time of the Central Library’s basement stack room, I appeared in front of Hong Gyubin as a Crow mask.
Not only that, but as I deceived the eyes of Choe Pyeondeuk’s followers with the appearance of Jegal Jageol, he wouldn’t be able to help but think of me.
[Hong Gyubin] I’ll deal with it cleanly. In exchange, please take care of me in the future ^^!
He omitted the detailed explanation, but he must have meant to send him writings and goods like Jegal Jaegeol special magazine of the Newspaper Club.
‘Didn’t the 2nd year class 0 say they were planning to make ‘Teacher Jegal Jaegeol’s 3D photo book’ during the festival? He would like to see it.’
But the 2nd year class 0’s senior bastards would hate it if the clingy first disciple came.
Then, the message I was waiting for arrived.
[Hwang Jiho] Come to the chairman office.
I headed towards the chairman office to meet the two painters.
*~*~*
[1] Things that have to be hidden — this is once again a title that doesn’t seem to have any homonyms, but! The word for hiding ‘숨기다(sumgida)’ has ‘숨(sum)’ which can mean ‘breath’. Thought some of you would want to know ^^ (smiling eyes emoji)
[2] compounds — 성분(seongbun) may be a stretch, but you can break down this word into ‘성 (seong)’ which can mean holy and ‘분(bun)’ which can mean person(polite).
Translator’s note: Let’s go with another chapter title to drive this translator crazy!
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