I got into school for nothing - Chapter 101
I got into school for nothing (101)
Lesson 22. I made a club for nothing - 1
Lyu Cheolmyeong then called out As Light and Rucell and did the exact same thing he had done to Ban Yuwon.
Even as he called them out, he shot Ban Yuwon a glare that implicitly warned him not to do anything useless, but it held no meaning.
After all, from the moment this lecture began, all members of Rebellion had been subjected to a spell.
“What excellent posture.”
Ultimately, Lyu Cheolmyeong, who failed to make either As Light or Rucell move even a single millimeter from their spots, reluctantly swept his gaze over Rucell's entire body with a particularly regretful expression before sending them back.
“I should just tear it off.”
Rucell, who had returned after the demonstration, clung to Ban Yuwon’s back and whispered softly.
“Old people should just die. That damned perverted bastard, if he crosses the line even a little, I’ll make sure he faces the judgment of justice, no matter what it takes. Does he think it's okay to sexually harass just because he's a transcendent being?”
Lyu Cheolmyeong's gaze must have been incredibly blatant for even the usually oblivious As Light to say such a thing.
Ban Yuwon gave a wry smile and said,
“There are plenty of good old men, you know? Perverts are just a minority. ......And age and gender have nothing to do with it.”
Just like Rucell, who was currently rubbing her entire body against Ban Yuwon's back, merely because Lyu Cheolmyeong's gaze had annoyed her.
Lyu Cheolmyeong, noticing Rucell's actions, glaringly stared at Ban Yuwon. However, perhaps because Ban Yuwon’s previous attitude had been too impressive, he couldn't bring himself to speak to him and eventually turned his head away.
Good fortune smiled upon them.
He had been planning to frame the guy as a sexual harassment offender if he tried to pick a fight with them.
“Should I...... show off like this?”
“Calm down, Rucell. Please.”
A critical situation where, if he wasn't careful, he himself could be branded a sexual harasser!
While Ban Yuwon desperately tried to restore Rucell's reason, Lyu Cheolmyeong called out Dokgo Yeon's name.
“Student Dokgo Yeon, come forward.”
Perhaps because he had failed to make Ban Yuwon, As Light, and Rucell suffer as he had intended, Lyu Cheolmyeong's eyes were gleaming with a certain resolve.
“A simple demonstration might not be enough to truly grasp it. So, I was thinking of holding a brief mock spar... Student Dokgo Yeon, of course, if you feel burdened, you don't have to participate. Not everyone who calls themselves a Wulin martial artist is necessarily able to wield Or.”
“Is that so?”
Dokgo Yeon scoffed at the cheap provocation aimed at her pride and retorted.
“Since I can already wield Or, I believe it would be better to yield that opportunity to someone else.”
“......What?”
He genuinely seemed unaware.
If so, was it possible that there had been no prior conversation between Ortima and Lyu Cheolmyeong?
Ban Yuwon instinctively glanced at Ortima, but he was merely listening to the conversation between Dokgo Yeon and Lyu Cheolmyeong in silence.
“You... can wield Or.”
“While one can conceal their true level, there is no meaning in exaggerating it. In Murim, those who overstate themselves are often the first to die.”
Dokgo Yeon calmly replied, naturally revealing her presence.
She didn't directly unleash her sword energy, but that alone was enough for Lyu Cheolmyeong to gauge Dokgo Yeon's level.
What a dignified display this was!
“......I was aware that Student Dokgo Yeon's ‘Murim’ is a lower-ranked dimension.”
“So they say.”
“Very well. This occasion today is meant to stimulate students who cannot wield Or, so would you come forward and demonstrate your Or?”
At those words, Dokgo Yeon finally burst into laughter.
“I have no intention of flaunting my abilities before my competitors.”
“......!”
Ban Yuwon easily caught Lyu Cheolmyeong's expression, which clearly showed he had found an opening.
He vowed to protect Dokgo Yeon with his silver tongue, no matter what the man said—just as Ban Yuwon subtly stepped forward, shielding Dokgo Yeon.
“That is correct. As we are all competitors, it is only natural to conceal some of one's abilities.”
At a timing no one could have anticipated, Ortima stepped forward and affirmed Dokgo Yeon's words.
Lyu Cheolmyeong wore a bewildered expression.
Well, that was to be expected. Ban Yuwon felt the same.
Is that bastard trying to whitewash himself, by any chance?
Does he really think he can become clean just by trying to whitewash himself?!
“Student Lusein.”
“The Or that the professor displayed today does not even reach 1% of the professor's true abilities, but she would likely need to exert her full power just to manifest Or. Would it not be harsh to demand that she reveal all her cards in a setting that is not even a formal exam reflecting in her evaluation?”
“Ahem, ahem...”
Lyu Cheolmyeong, unable to conceal an expression that clearly asked, *Why is this bastard spouting such nonsense?*, quickly regained his composure and simultaneously racked his brain for a reply.
“Indeed, the heir of the Ortima family truly thinks differently from common people. Despite his outstanding abilities, he does not forget humility, and his attitude of respecting other students is highly commendable. I will award you an additional 5 points.”
“I am grateful for your generosity, Professor.”
It was unclear which part of his statement had contained any ‘humility,’ but Ortima replied gracefully to Lyu Cheolmyeong's comment, glancing at Dokgo Yeon.
So how did Dokgo Yeon react, having received protection from someone she had clearly identified as an enemy?
As if she hadn't heard a word Ortima said, she looked at Ban Yuwon—who was still standing half-shielding her, having stepped forward earlier—with an exasperated gaze, and secretly pinched the flesh on his back hard.
“......!”
Dokgo Yeon's telepathic message flew into Ban Yuwon, who was enduring the pain.
―Ban Yuwon, what are you doing right now? Do I look like such a frail woman that you need to protect me?
―No, it’s not that. I always think your confident demeanor is cool, but I thought it would be better if I dealt with that bastard right now. No, seriously, let go, it hurts like hell. I’m dying!
―How insolent! Even if I am your martial arts master, it’s a hundred years too early for you to try and speak for me!
―Alright, I’m insolent. So because I’m insolent, please let go of my hand!
By the time Ban Yuwon, finally freed from Dokgo Yeon's grip, let out a sigh of relief and stepped away from her, Lyu Cheolmyeong's ‘demonstration’ was already underway for the members of the Special Class.
Naturally, it wasn't as threatening as what he had done to Ban Yuwon's group, and Lyu Cheolmyeong was trying to stimulate their souls in what he believed was the best way possible.
Only Ortima seemed uninterested in such a demonstration, secretly glancing at Dokgo Yeon, but there was no way she would turn back and offer him even a single smile.
“What on earth is inside that worm's head? Is he a psychopath?”
“Yeah, he probably is, but when *you* say it, Dokgo Yeon, it's a bit......”
“It’s truly insufferable how he tries to deceive me with such a flimsy attitude. Though your actions earlier were no less unpleasant.”
“I said I’m sorry... Hey, even so, isn’t it a bit much to compare me to *that*?”
Dokgo Yeon, perhaps more enraged by Ban Yuwon's actions earlier than Ortima's, continued to provoke him and secretly pinched his entire body.
As Light wanted to stop it but shrank back, fearing he might get caught in the crossfire, Rucell watched Dokgo Yeon with narrowed eyes from beside them.
Then, seizing the moment when Dokgo Yeon finally calmed down and stepped back, she whispered into Ban Yuwon's ear.
“Perhaps...... you enjoyed it?”
“Rucell, don't say that to Dokgo Yeon. At least, not when I'm around.”
And so, thanks to Ban Yuwon's thorough preparations and Ortima's unexpected supporting fire, the first Or Combat lecture concluded without incident.
Contrary to Professor Cantone and Lyu Cheolmyeong's intentions, the rumor that all four members of Class 11, along with the six members of the Special Class, attended the Or Combat lecture spread throughout the entire academy, serving as an opportunity to solidify their reputation even further.
* * *
Becoming famous meant an equivalent increase in responsibility.
For the members of Rebellion, this increased responsibility meant that they had become representatives of the Special Admissions for Lower-Rank Dimensions.
“But I never imagined the seniors would come looking for us.”
“We...... we truly have no one else to rely on but you!”
A senior, who revealed that he was a fourth-year student with no major (Ban Yuwon learned for the first time, thanks to this senior, that one might not have a major if their grades were insufficient), no lover, no money, and that he had to restart from Room 1 the next time he entered the Tower because he had retired during his last exploration, bowed his head to Ban Yuwon.
“There's no turning back now! The fifth-year seniors are too busy with their own affairs to rely on, so it's really just you guys!”
“First, could you please lift your head? And stop licking the floor. Does it taste good?”
Thursday morning, the student cafeteria.
Led by the fourth-year senior who had nothing, a dozen or so students from the Special Admissions for Lower-Rank Dimensions were bowing their heads and prostrating themselves before the table where Ban Yuwon's group sat.
Anyone watching might think the first-year students were disciplining their seniors.
“I'll keep licking like this until you say you'll help!”
“Excuse me, but all that's going to do is upset your stomach, senior.”
He was already busy enough analyzing yesterday's confrontation with Lyu Cheolmyeong and Lusein Ortima's psychopathic attitude, and now other special admissions students, whom he thought he would no longer be involved with, were swarming around.
Ban Yuwon turned to his companions to ask for their opinions, but Dokgo Yeon and As Light were neatly ignoring the situation and eating their meals as if it wasn't their problem, while Rucell looked down at the group of special admissions students with an expression usually reserved for bothersome insects.
“Yuwon, you’re going to miss your mealtime like this. Here, I’ll feed you, so chew slowly and thoroughly.”
“That's nice, but about these seniors right now......”
“I’m so jealous!”
The fourth-year senior, still with his head pressed to the floor, wailed.
“He’s talented, has artifacts, and even has a super pretty and kind girlfriend! Why is it that even though I’m also a special admissions student, none of my classmates were that pretty?!”
“Aren’t those people poking you in the back right now your classmates, senior?”
If nothing else, he knew why this person didn't have a lover.
Ban Yuwon sighed and took the spoon Rucell offered with a gulp.
By now, it was an utterly natural sight for Rucell to feed Ban Yuwon and for him to accept.
“Mumble, mumble... We’re busy enough just looking out for ourselves. Frankly, we can't take responsibility for the seniors too. We'd appreciate it if you'd just be grateful that we’ve improved the perception of special admissions students.”
“We're already doomed. We're being treated separately from you guys!”
“Seeing you lick the floor right now, I'd actually *want* to be treated separately too.”
There must have been countless opportunities to improve during their four years at the academy, yet the fourth-year student bowing before Ban Yuwon had such a weak presence that Ban Yuwon felt he could probably easily defeat him.
It was simply outrageous that he had no intention of trying until the end, shamelessly reaching out to his juniors, who were so far below him.
There was a term that perfectly described this: Taryeokbonwon.
Originally a Buddhist term meaning to seek salvation by relying on the power of Amitabha Buddha, or a Bodhisattva, it is also used to describe those who only think of relying on others instead of solving problems with their own strength.
Just like these seniors right now!
“It doesn't matter what you say, you can even trample on us. Just help us! Just help us graduate!”
......No, what’s more, if he looked closely, this senior was one of the victims who had purchased a potion from Mira last time.
He remembered seeing the senior's tear-streaked face as he was dragged away by Graham.
It was a good thing Ban Yuwon had caught them beforehand; otherwise, he might have developed mental issues by now. (He gently set aside the thought that issues had already arisen.)
And the fact that he had relied on Mira’s potion meant.......
“Senior, are your grades alright?”
“Ugh?!”
The fourth-year senior let out a disgusting groan and squirmed on the floor like a grub.
“H-how did you know that?! So, if you're a top student, you can just tell who's bad at studying just by looking?!”
“Yes, it really seems that way.”
Why had these special admissions students chosen this senior as their representative?
Just as Ban Yuwon was about to start tidying up the situation.
“Good morning, Ban Yuwon. Graham, Student Council Secretary, third-year.”
A male student of truly dependable build appeared and introduced himself as always.
And today, someone else was specially added to the scene.
“I’m Mira, fourth-year, Head of Public Relations. ......Seems like everyone here is a familiar face.”
“Ugh?! Mira...!”
It was the very presence of Mira, a black-haired beauty who seemed to have been molded into the form of a fairy, combining the very words 'elegance' and 'seduction'.
“......”
“......Hmm.”
“This person.”
And for some reason, the Rebellion members, who hadn't paid any attention to the special admissions seniors, changed their expressions the moment they recognized Mira's presence.
“Mira...... Senior, hello.”
“Mira.”
“......? Senior Mira.”
“Mira.”
“Ah— yes, Mira......”
“?!”
When Ban Yuwon, receiving Mira's cold gaze that implied he would be forced to call her 'Honey' if he made a mistake again, reluctantly called her by her first name, everyone present (including, for some reason, the fourth-year special admissions senior) was astonished, starting with Rucell.
“I'll sit next to you.”
However, Mira paid no mind to the reactions of others, including Ban Yuwon himself, and sat down right next to him, clinging close.
“If you came to arrest these people, you can just take them right away.”
“No, I generally know what their purpose is. I came to suggest a plan that would benefit everyone more.”
“I'm uneasy from the very intro......”
“Yuwon......”
Rucell clung to Ban Yuwon's arm, as if wary of Mira.
Mira, seeing Rucell's reaction, flashed a relaxed smile, then.
“The point is, they want you to manage them. Just put all of them into your club.”
As expected, she made a very perplexing proposal.
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