Ex Rank Supporting Role's Replay in a Prestigious School

In this perturbing situation, it was Yong Jegun who spoke first.

“Dongha, how did you know?”

“…”

Cheon Dongha remained silent.

He can’t reveal his hidden half-brother, and it was the Tiger Clan and Hwang Jiho who helped them.

Instead, it was Hwang Jiho who answered.

“Hahaha! Things just turned out that way. Are you curious?”

“I am, but can I ask you something? What happened?”

“I’m not telling you.”

Why would he ask him if he’s curious if he wouldn’t answer anyway?

Even after hearing Hwang Jiho’s absurd response, Yong Jegun didn’t give up as he persistently asked him again, but Hwang Jiho stood his ground.

The two royal lineages, whose ages combined exceed 10,000 years, continued their trivial conversation, completely forgetting Yeom Junyeol, Cheon Dongha, and me.

“Jegun hyung… Uhm, no, Professor Yong Jegun. Right, you’re the assistant homeroom teacher of Class 1-0. And this guy from Class Zero is a royal lineage too and…”

“Hahaha!”

Hwang Jiho laughed out loud.

Hearing his thunderous laughter, Yeom Junyeol shifted his attention to me and spoke as the student representative and sunbae.

“Don’t hesitate to reach out to me if you’re having a hard time, Euishin-ah. Jegun hyung is a good dragon, but he’s a bit difficult sometimes.”

I fully agree with Yeom Junyeol.

In the meantime, Cheon Dongha’s earring device rang and he floated a hologram to check his messages.

“…I think we need to leave these two royal lineages on their own. Jinseung just found a reporter near the west gate.”

“There wasn’t any request for a permit for news coverage sent in advance. They don’t have a permit to enter Eungwang High, right?”

“Yeah. Maybe they don’t understand the school’s boundaries well, but they seem to think they can enter with just a student’s pass. I heard they’re talking to students indiscriminately.”

As Professor Ham Geunhyung feared, reporters seem to be trying to do something troublesome on Dokgo Miro’s first day of school.

Signs of attacks by reporters and fans who were unaware of Eungwang High’s boundaries began to appear.

“There are more than I expected. I can’t believe they’re attempting to come inside Eungwang High…”

“Eungwang High was slow to respond to it. The foundation barely intervened. There’s the case of the Playlist PD before, but that’s just one.”

The current situation seems to stem from Hwang Jiho’s negligence.

No one has been attempting to enter Eungwang High’s boundary so far, so that’s why it wasn’t perceived as a threat.

I looked at Hwang Jiho, who was still chatting away with Yong Jegun, to give him a hint.

Cheon Dongha continued talking.

“There were many bothersome reports and fans back when you were a freshman too, Junyeol-ah. Your Eungwang High fan club and the Red Lion Team responded well so that was settled.”

“Yeah… There was something that caused damage to the school because of me that time too.”

Yeom Junyeol looked sorry at Cheon Dongha’s honest fact bomb.

However, right at this moment, they looked so much like the esteemed student representative and student council president.

Yeom Junyeol and Cheon Dongha seriously discussed countermeasures and decided on the number of people that needed to be dispatched.

Unlike the childish conversation between Yong Jegun and Hwang Jiho, the two’s serious conversation made me speak reflexively.

“May I help too?”

At best, I could make a dummy and catch a pile of reporters and fans.

I suggested what I could do, but the two refused right away.

“Thanks for the thought, but you can leave this to us. I can’t just assign more tasks to my freshman hoobae.”

Yeom Junyeol sees me as his hoobae at this moment.

After Yeom Junyeol, Cheon Dongha spoke in a rather playful manner.

“If you want to help in the future, come join the student council.”

It looks like Cheon Dongha hasn’t given up on making me join the student council yet.

Perhaps he’s not satisfied that I’d consider being an intern at the research institute he’s working at.

I was thinking of ways to refuse politely, but Yeom Junyeol suddenly spoke in a shocked voice.

“Student council? You’re inviting Euishin to the council?”

“Yeah. In second grade, he can join if he has consent from executives and advisers.”

“…Why didn’t I think of that!”

Yeom Junyeol hurriedly looked at me.

“Euishin-ah, what about joining the student association?”

It is said that friends sometimes resemble each other, and the two, who were giving me similar proposals, prove it.

Yeom Junyeol briefly explained the advantages and visions of the student council, and I can’t help to wonder at Eungwang High’s student representative personally explaining these things to me.

Unfortunately, I can’t accept his offer.

I’m thankful for the two’s invitation, but I think it would be too difficult to accept considering future developments.

As soon as I refused, the two stepped back with disappointed faces.

After refusing them like this, I found it more difficult to offer help.

‘It’s a bit difficult to join Yeom Junyeol and Cheon Dongha and help them directly, but maybe I should introduce them to my other classmates. Maybe Min Geurin?’

With that in mind, I too decided to step back for now.

Before heading to our classroom, the two greeted me again.

“Happy birthday, Euishin-ah.”

“Happy birthday.”

Even though Cheon Dongha already sent me a birthday message yesterday, he greeted me again after Yeom Junyeol did.

Hearing those words from my sunbaes, my steps felt lighter.

“Are you guys done talking? Let’s go to our classroom now.”

Hwang Jiho joined me as well, perhaps already finished with his petty argument with Yong Jegun.

This old guy seemed to enjoy the unexpected encounter early in the morning as he looks like he is n a good mood

“Oh, Euishin and Jiho are here early! Aren’t you tired, Euishin-ah?”

We arrived pretty early in the morning, but our classmates were already at school.

They were decorating the classroom with Kim Yuri’s leadership and arranged cakes and cookie boxes bearing MITRON’s logo.

Looking at the pink decorations and the hologram showing Dokgo Miro’s name, I didn’t need to think much about what all these were for.

‘They’re planning a welcome party for Dokgo Miro.’

The kids in my class prepared a party to encourage Dokgo Miro, who unfortunately lost the recent competition program, and welcome her to school.

‘It’ll be hard to pick her up at the gate. It seems like they went for a surprise party.’

But then, I didn’t get any calls.

My classmates aren’t the ones who will prepare a surprise party without me for no reason.

I decided to indirectly find out what that reason is.

“I would’ve come to help if you contacted me though.”

The one who answered was Min Geurin, who was currently painting a portrait of Dokgo Miro on the electronic blackboard.

“You had a hard time looking for my painting already, Euishin. We wish you had more rest. If we told you in advance, you would’ve come to help instead of resting.”

That was true, but I still felt sorry that I couldn’t help my classmates.

I’m the class vice president, so shouldn’t I have contributed something at least?

“We’re very considerate of you so you should be thank— ahk!”

Song Daesok tried to add a word but failed to finish his sentence because of a kick from Min Geurin.

“…I think you knew about this though.”

When I asked Hwang Jiho, who didn’t look surprised at all by the situation, he gave me an expected answer.

“Hahaha! Of course, I knew. All the cakes from here to there are chosen and bought by me.”

He knew, but he didn’t tell me.

He looked very excited as if greatly satisfied that I had no clue at all.

This old man is in an excellent mood right in the morning.

“This guy picked all the delicious stuff.”

“If you eat them in the order Jiho designated, you won’t get tired of the sweetness. The arrangement of the cake and drinks is exquisite!”

Maeng Hyodon and Saeum of April said so as they held plates and drinks in both hands.

I could guess how much effort Hwang Jiho gave just by looking at the combination of black tea and sweets chosen by this old man.

Without my knowledge, this old man prepared a grand welcome party.

Maybe he did it out of spite.

Meanwhile, there were some other kids who didn’t seem focused on preparing for the party.

“Lena? Is something wrong?”

“…Ah, no it’s nothing.”

As if waiting for someone’s message, Kwon Lena looked blankly at her message inbox before hurriedly turning off her hologram.

In addition, Hani, who spoke much less than usual, kept looking at the main gate with a complex face.

She seems to be waiting for Dokgo Miro’s arrival.

“Considering the posts on the general bulletin board, I think it’s a little messy at the main gate right now. Though it seems to be getting dealt with quickly thanks to the student council and student association.”

“Miro’s coming in any time soon. Let’s wrap it up!”

The kids held party poppers and stared at the door.

At that time, Hwang Jiho sensed a presence and stared intensely at the entrance.

“It looks like someone is approaching our classroom door.”

“Which one? Front or back?”

“Hmmm…”

Hwang Jiho didn’t answer right away.

His twinkling eyes tell me that something was about to happen.

The other kids saw Hwang Jiho’s face and decided not to ask further.

“I think someone really is coming.”

“It’s not Professor Ham Geunhyung. He’s at the main gate right now.”

“I locked the classroom, so now only our teachers and Class Zero students can come in.”

And then, a few moments later.

Someone’s presence came close enough for me and my classmates to sense.

However, just as Hwang Jiho said, something was strange.

Soon, that strange intuition turned to reality as the door opened.

Wiing!

“Behold! Luis Perena’s first appearance and first day at school!”

“Merlin’s disciple, the Great Duidress, starts school today!”

The two attention seekers appeared through the front and back doors respectively.

They must’ve been approaching quickly and secretly as they didn’t seem to have noticed each other’s existence.

‘Luis Prenna at the front door is Phantom Thief Neon, and the one at the back door is Goo Seulbi.’

The name Luis Perenna was obviously an alias.

It’s a fake name, an anagram of Arsene Lupin, Phantom Thief Neon’s concept inspiration.

The attention seekers, who belatedly recognized each other, looked at each other with disgust.

Soon, their attention shifted to the blackboard which, suffice to say, had them shocked.

“‘Dokgo Miro’s Welcome Party’…? Not mine?”

“Ah, some other kid is attending school for the first time today! I picked the wrong day!”

Wiing!

The two gritted their teeth and slammed the doors as they left.

After Phantom Thief Neon and Goo Seulbi disappeared, the classroom turned quiet.

Ashamed of my playable characters’ attention-seeking tendencies, I struggled to uncurl my shriveled hands.

And then, a few moments later.

As if he’s personally fetched her from the main gate, Dokgo Miro and Ham Geunhyung appeared.

Professor Ham Geunhyung looked around the classroom before asking regretfully.

“I heard two other people are attending school today too. They’re not here yet?”

“They did come here, but, uhm…”

Kim Yuri explained how the two arrived and quickly left again.