"I'll do anything. Just let me do it. Well, I."
"But I'm sorry, but now that I'm a trainee, I'll get more chores even if I don't like it. Now our school is really
like the military."
Park Jin-sung appealed with all his heart, but the 10th platoon leader also refused with all his heart.
It was a meaningless squabble. The 10th platoon leader's answer was already set, and Park Jin-sung only had
to admit it.
"I'll still go around. We only have two years left."
"Jinsung, didn't you ever think you had two years left? It's still early April, so let's hurry up and transfer.
What?
Park Jin-sung tried to raise his corners of his mouth to find room. However, it could not stop the throbbing of
both temples.
"A. Shouldn't you acknowledge the potential of a student if you're in a teacher's position? What if I suddenly
do well?"
"Huh? Laughing out loud"
The 10th platoon leader made eye contact with Jin Sung for the first time. with a drooling sound
"Wow! Our Jinsung is the best!" Jin Sung eats a sense of humor! All right, I liked it. I'll take responsibility
and send you to a good school."
Watching the runaway platoon leader, Park Jin-sung recalled a famous saying from his father when he was
young. Life is all about relaxation, son.]
When Jin-sung heard that, he was in a seven-year-old kindergarten at that time.
I heard it so much that I remembered it even though I was young. Every time I hear this, I see my dad getting
slapped on the back by his mom.
Let's straighten our stiff shoulders. You have to smile slickly anytime, anywhere.
"Teacher, if my grades go up now, can I continue to go to school?""
"What?"
"When I first entered elementary school, my parents loved it. Especially my mom. I still can't forget the taste
of the sausage my mom made me then."
"You will have a hard time in school as much as you have a class president among your students. You know I
can't take care of all your faces?"
As expected, the 10th platoon leader knew that Park Jin-sung was hit. Is the teacher who condones school
violence really a teacher?
'Oh, you simply don't want to have an F in your class'
If you're right, you'll give up going to school on your own. He's an F-class soul who has no way of saving.
Park Jin-sung saw the 10th platoon leader's idea too easily. Maybe he wanted the 10th platoon leader to
notice inside.
Even other teachers in the teachers' room avoided Park Jin-sung's eyes. They have chosen to be platoon
leader rather than teacher.
If so, Park should choose to be a trainee rather than a student. That way, you can survive in this stupid school
that imitates the military clumsily.
"Teacher... I must graduate from school."
"Jinseong, by the way. I mean, another good school."
"Teacher, don't get me wrong and listen to me. I'm just asking out of sheer curiosity."
"What?"
"Do you think you're qualified to be a soul?"
"Hahahaha! Do you call it a horse?" Of course there is."
"Aha, but I don't think so."
Park Jin-sung ended the conversation unilaterally.
Park Jin-sung carefully grabbed the handle because he was afraid the door of the teacher's office would slam
shut.
* * *
"Come on, the class is over. Hurry up and report the number. I'll skip the salute."
"10th platoon, 1 minute! 10 in total! 0 out! 10 in total! 10 in HYUNJAE!
"10th platoon, 2 minutes!" 11 members! Out of 0! HYUNJAE 11!
Squadrons in the 10th class of the second grade reported to Mr. Moral.
The standards of the squad leader were extremely simple.
If there were 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th divisions in each class, only one representative was selected for each
division.
"It really looks like a soldier's play because we're doing it.".'
Park Jin-sung secretly smiled bitterly.
To be honest, it was not a reliable choice to select a squad leader based on overall combat capabilities.
Rather, even in this small space, I felt like the factions were divided into four.
"Why don't you watch it in 3 minutes?"
"Do you have to do it?""
"Is the 3rd squad leader of 10th platoon Byun Kiyoung?" Do it quickly."
"Tsk. Total number of employees 10. Exclusion 2, Exclusion, One person poo, One person want to disappear.
HYUNJAE WON 8. The end after watching this!"
The full report burst into laughter throughout the classroom.
There are nine members including Park Jin-sung in the Park Jin-sung. One is actually on the toilet express.
"Hey, Byun Ki-young. There are nine people in your squad right now."
"Teacher, do I have to put a trainee in the squad?" No, that's not true."
"Kook. I got it. Keep reporting in four minutes."
Even the moral teacher couldn't hide his laughter.
Even after being designated as a military school, there was unexpectedly no significant change in class.
However, the frequency of combat classes increased slightly, with combat classes increasing in combat
classes and paramedics increasing in emergency classes. The moral class I am taking now was also using the
usual textbook.
That's all for today's class. After that, I'll start a small event at the school level."
The students, who were silent at the teacher's words, were flooded.
Oh my god!
The noise, which was only coming from class 10, shook the whole hallway. The other class seemed to have
mentioned the event.
Mr. Moral went on to speak in a luscious tone.
It's sudden, but there are headhunters hiding in our school right now. The school doesn't know where you're
hiding. They seem to want to see you when your environment changes drastically."
"Teacher, just get to the point."
Byun Ki-young fixed his crooked posture.
We will have a squad battle throughout the first, second and third graders. The opponent is already decided."
"Ha. Did the headhunters unilaterally point out?""
"Yes."
"Then, aren't you going to put it on the 3rd graders?"
The boiling atmosphere cooled down like a pot.
The reason why it was designated as a military school was because the third graders' skills were special.
Headhunters who want to see talent will not be curious about the grades below them. "Yes, time will fly by."' Park Jin-sung fell flat on his desk, thanking him for the bullying he would not have for a while.
"Byeon Kiyoung, were you a C-rated idol?"
"What's wrong with that?"
When Mr. Dodeok suddenly mentioned the fact, Byun Ki-young's mouth popped out.
"What is your combined combat capability?"
"What? You can beat anyone."
"That's great. The 1st Daejeon is your squad and the 1st platoon in the 3rd grade."
"What?"
Surprised, Byun Ki-young jumped out of the chair.
"What's wrong with him?"
Park Jin-sung, who was trying to rest on his stomach, frowned and looked at the atmosphere.
"Wait. It's a squad for Byun Kiyoung?" It's our squad Oh dear.'
All the students except Park Jin-sung were busy talking among themselves. All in all, his face was full of
embarrassment.
"All right, everybody out there except for three minutes. Three minutes from here, 20 minutes from here
"Good luck, three minutes. Giggles. Trainees will never die."
"I can't believe I'm a trainee with a sergeant! I feel sorry for the soldiers, man."
Other squad members personally encouraged Park Jin-sung's trainee.
"That's enough... Of all the seniors...."
Byun Ki-young muttered, unable to escape from the shock.
"Crazy. How can you win with an F class?"
"I guess high-ranking people just want to see us go to school"
"Can't you lose in a cool way?"
"Are you stupid? How can you lose when you have an F level?"
The same was true of other squad members. I was eager to have a conversation that confirmed my defeat.
There seemed to be no desire to increase the odds of winning.
"Hey, trash."
Byun Ki-young called Park Jin-sung lying on his desk.
"Huh? Did you call me, squad leader?"
"The way you talk is like a dog's year. The trash. Do you want to die before you start?"
"Well, I'm right for you, but I'm right for you, but I'm the same for you, yes."
Park Jin-sung replied with a sly smile.
"Oh? Really? Then I'll give a role to trash as the 3rd squad leader of the 10th platoon. You can do it, right?
Hehe."
"Oh, I'll do whatever you ask me to do."
Byun Ki-young grabbed Park Jin-sung by the back of his neck.
"You are my exclusive shield from today. All right, trainee?
"Oh, my God..."
Twenty minutes for strategy has disappeared quite absurdly. The 3rd squad, who suffered from groaning with
anxiety, waited only for confirmed pain.
Haeundae High School is one of the characteristics that there are not many large playgrounds. Every day, the
dirt dug up by Idea was an impressive place.
The playground was filled with nearly 1,000 people.
About 300 in the first grade, 300 in the second grade, and 300 in the third grade. Perhaps because they
became soldiers, the playground was quieter than I thought.
"Ah, ah."
Only the voice of the gym teacher holding the microphone rang the playground cozy.
'It's really starting....'
All the students came out and even the principal appeared far away. No matter how Park Jin-sung is, I
became a little curious about which neighborhood headhunters came.
"The 1st squad leader of the 3rd Squadron and the 3rd squad leader of the 10th Squadron of the 2nd Squadron
come forward."
"Hit."
At the call of the PE teacher, Byun Ki-young trudged out.
Wherever I went, only the middle of the playground was empty.
It was a colosseum of crowds. Squad members, including Park Jin-sung, intuitively realized that that was
their public execution site.
A physical education teacher in the Colosseum grabbed the shoulders of the 3-1 squad leader, the 2-10, and
the 3rd squad leader.
"Seong Ho, it's not true. Are you Sergeant Ahn Sung-ho now? Let's see how much you can show off. It will
be a great opportunity because headhunters are only looking at you third graders. Our school's best nurse is
on standby anyway There's nothing to be afraid of."
"I will fight fairly with the other squad members."
The PE teacher's eyes were only on Sergeant Ahn Sung-ho. Private Byun Ki-young did not even give a
passing look.
"I hope the second grade doesn't end too soon. Got it?
"What..."
Byun Ki-young openly ignored the PE teacher, but there was no pressure.
"Come on, everybody else, come in!"
The physical education teacher tapped Sergeant Ahn Sung-ho's shoulder until the end.
Sergeant Ahn Sung-ho approached Byun Ki-young, who disintegrated before going to the lineup.
"Don't worry, sophomore. I'll do my best."
"I'm more worried about that." If we don't know the sergeant in our school, where can we use him?"
"When you go into battle, your previous fame is useless."
"Look, look. You think it's a reputation."
We shouldn't look down on our enemies, but we don't need to look down on them. This is advice."
"Yeah, just beat it in moderation."
Each squad member rallied to the battlefield. Compared to the third grade who entered with dignity, the
second grade was noticeably powerless.
'Hmmm. I feel like I'm being dragged to a slaughterhouse'
Park Jin-sung suddenly felt his shoulders heavy.
"Cheer up! Grade F! Don't die!"
"Make it so that a senior can work hard!"
The students under the guise of an audience were greatly attributed. Everyone was busy trying to undermine
Park Jin-sung by pretending to encourage him.
Looking at it, curses were also popping up in the first or third graders.
It was worse than throwing a stone. The viciousness contained in a wide range of words attacked Park Jinsung more fiercely.
Idea is the significance of the soul, i.e. you, the F-class, have the F-class soul. A creature branded trash from
the moment it was born.
"…it's fierce."
Park Jin-sung responded to the students' abusive remarks with a bright smile.