EX rank supporting role's replay in a prestigious school

Chapter 931

The youth training camp for first-year students from Class 0, 1, and 2 was held at the Youth Training Center, located about an hour away from Yeonggwang High School, nestled at the foot of a mountain.

After the morning opening ceremony, the afternoon featured a traditional folk game competition between the classes, where Class 0 took the lead and won overwhelmingly.

The students of Class 0 were generally physically outstanding, but the main reason for their victory was the exceptional performance of Eun Seo-ho and Eun Yi-ho in the folk games.

Both were strong in games like spinning tops, marbles, arrow throwing, stone tossing, and jump rope, showing impressive skill in everything except for the chicken fight.

"Did you practice? Why are you so good?"

"Surprising that you can’t do the chicken fight."

"Our older sisters never taught us how to do the chicken fight."

Upon hearing Eun Seo-ho's words, Eun Yi-ho immediately understood the situation.

The Tortoise tribe often played folk games with the young Eun Seo-ho and Eun Yi-ho, but it seemed they didn't teach them the chicken fight, as it didn't suit the rabbit-like nature of the game.

I couldn't help but picture Okto-yeon, who would have grumbled about not wanting to do the chicken fight.

‘I should thank Toyeon and Toyun again soon.’

Spending time with the descendants had made Eun-ho realize how upright and straightforward they had grown, though they still had some naive sides, like not fully understanding the ways of the world.

For instance, they sometimes voiced complaints even when they were enjoying themselves.

"I wanted to go to Seokmoto, where Eui-shin oppa went!"

"Yeah, it’s actually closer to Yeonggwang High than I thought... I wish there was at least a beach."

Though Eun-ho didn’t show it on the outside, I could sense that he was calculating the Ho-jok's resources allocated for this youth training camp.

The fact that it was held not far from Yeonggwang High was likely so the Ho-jok could keep their influence close.

Hwang Ho had struggled a lot with assigning security personnel.

Also, the reason they chose a mountain over a beach was that the Ho-jok were stronger in mountainous areas than on the sea.

The Mountain Lord (산君) was another term for the tiger, and the Ho-jok had a deep connection to the mountains.

‘But I can’t hate them.’

The descendants hadn’t whined for too long, and it wasn’t just them who wanted to visit the beach.

It was no surprise that some students from Class 0 were expressing their desire to go to Seokmoto, since they had heard that Eui-shin had been there during last year’s youth training camp.

Fortunately, the complaints soon faded away.

"Hey, but doesn’t the food taste amazing? Maybe it’s because we’re eating outside."

"I really want more curry chicken stew."

"If we order more, they’ll make more. I’m on my third serving of Ali-pasha pilaf."

"They’re serving snacks later. Don’t eat too much."

During last year's youth training camp, the catering company had been chosen through a request, and the resulting meals were awful, leaving Hwang Ho disappointed and angry.

This time, Hwang Ho personally selected the external catering company.

Since Hwang Ho was very particular about taste, the quality of the food was excellent, and because the company had put in extra effort, the meals were delicious.

The food was so good that the complaints quickly disappeared.

"After the meal, we’re planning to have a simple recreation session. Don’t eat too much."

Gong Cheong-hwon, who had finished his meal and stood up, spoke gently.

"Yes!" The students of Class 0, in unison, eagerly held onto Gong Cheong-hwon.

Dressed casually today, unlike his usual semi-formal attire, Gong Cheong-hwon was now surrounded by the students of Class 0, who were more eager to talk to him than usual.

"Is the recreation session going to be in the same place as the opening ceremony? I saw there’s a stage there."

"Teacher, since there’s a stage, could you sing a song?"

"We want to hear it live!"

The students of Class 0 had started chanting together, "Sing! Sing!"

Even the students from Class 1 and 2, after some hesitation, joined in chanting.

The atmosphere quickly shifted, and if Gong Cheong-hwon didn’t sing, it seemed like the students might cause a ruckus. However, Gong Cheong-hwon smiled gently and firmly said,

"I don’t sing without accompaniment."@@@@

"I’ll get an MR on the device!"

"I’m not going to sing without live music."

As a naturally gifted vocalist with excellent singing skills, Gong Cheong-hwon was particular about accompaniment.

Jo Eui-shin, eager to begin math training with Maeng Hyo-don, didn’t want to miss the opportunity.

He handed over the materials he had printed earlier and sent them to Maeng Hyo-don’s device.

Once it was clear that there was no escape, Maeng Hyo-don braced himself and sat down.

After studying math so intensely that his head felt like it was going to explode, Maeng Hyo-don collapsed onto the desk, completely exhausted.

"That’s enough for today. Tomorrow, we’ll review the first semester’s material along with this."

"Do we really need to study the first semester’s stuff?"

"Yeah, if you forget, we’ll have to go over it again."

By now, night had fallen, and the outside was quiet, but Maeng Hyo-don felt like a thunderclap had struck in his head.

Jo Eui-shin was a good tutor, but he was also harsh.

"I’ll sleep first."

"Aren’t you going to sleep?"

"I’ll edit some videos and sleep later. I’ll set up a divider."

"I can sleep with the lights on, so you don’t need to set it up."

Maeng Hyo-don said that, but Jo Eui-shin, as if prepared, set up a blackout screen and started working.

Jo Eui-shin began editing the PlayerZ Kenwang video he had done recently.

Despite the large amount of footage, Jo Eui-shin edited it incredibly quickly.

Maeng Hyo-don, peeking through the gap in the screen, couldn’t help but admire the speed.

It was as if Jo Eui-shin had been editing game videos for ten years.

In fact, Jo Eui-shin had edited videos for the hopelessly bad game, Player Meister High School, for nearly ten years, though Maeng Hyo-don didn’t know that.

‘At that speed, he’ll finish quickly and sleep.’

Although video editing was beyond Maeng Hyo-don’s capabilities, he hesitated, unsure whether to sleep or stay awake.

But after seeing Jo Eui-shin’s fast editing speed, Maeng Hyo-don made up his mind.

‘And sleeping will be helping him. If I don’t get enough sleep and fail to study math properly tomorrow, the vice-captain will have a harder time.’

Though he couldn’t fall asleep immediately, as soon as he tried to recall the math knowledge he had learned today, Maeng Hyo-don quickly fell asleep.

Maeng Hyo-don, who was good at eating and sleeping, soon fell into a deep slumber.

In the middle of his deep sleep, Maeng Hyo-don began to dream.

In the dream, Maeng Hyo-don found himself in the Fight Club.

Fortunately, he realized he was dreaming.

‘This is a ridiculous dream. I haven’t had one like this in a while.’

Though he hadn’t told anyone, Maeng Hyo-don occasionally dreamt about the Fight Club even after escaping it.

The content of these dreams, combining his trauma and unconscious mind, was erratic.

Sometimes Maeng Hyo-don fought well, and other times he lost quickly because he couldn’t fight.

The Fight Club sometimes transformed into another place, and sometimes the dream ended abruptly, leaving him to forget it as soon as he woke up.

Once, he had dreamt, but living at Yeonggwang High gradually pushed those ridiculous dreams away.

Good and pleasant memories filled his mind, pushing out thoughts of the Fight Club.

‘But why is this so vivid? It’s never been this real before.’

It felt as though Maeng Hyo-don had returned to the Fight Club.

The situation felt like a perfect reproduction of the past, so real that it was hard to distinguish from reality.

The damp air in the building, the shouting of Choi Pyeon-deuk, the strange customers with bizarre outfits, and the increasingly strong enemies—all were exactly as Maeng Hyo-don remembered.

Under the Fight Club’s flashy lights, Maeng Hyo-don’s Yeonggwang High school uniform began to deteriorate, his body was covered in wounds, and the aftereffects of overusing recovery items piled up.

But Maeng Hyo-don wasn’t scared.

‘If this is just a dream based on my memories, it’s okay. Soon, the vice-captain and the teacher will come to save me!’

Dream Maeng Hyo-don eagerly awaited the day Jo Eui-shin would come to save him.

He knew exactly when that day would be.

It was the day it rained heavily—Choi Pyeon-deuk’s birthday.

And when it became Choi Pyeon-deuk's birthday in the dream, Jo Eui-shin did not come.