The festival approached, and one by one, the themes prepared by Eun Gwang High’s classes and clubs were announced.

Our class was confirmed to run a tea house, but inquiries about a particular product piled up so much that a reservation form had to be opened.

Since the booth would be inside the school during the festival, only those with invitation tickets could make reservations, yet the number grew quickly.

“Wow... The reservations for the Supernova chocolate are piling up tremendously.”

“Ah, they call it ‘Chochyo’ for short.”

“When Uisin said that abbreviation earlier, his expression was so subtle.”

The classmates watching the hologram glanced briefly toward me.

Inside the tea house, the desserts chosen by our class were to be sold, and the chocolate bearing my alias was forcibly added.

It was embarrassing, but it couldn’t be helped.

Cheondongha and Yeom Jun-yeol, who received my chocolate, both scored perfect marks on the college entrance exam and the final exam, respectively, and because of that, the chocolate I gifted was treated like a lucky charm.

Yeom Jun-yeol insisted that his perfect score was entirely thanks to me, and the rumor grew uncontrollably.

‘Frankly speaking, it couldn’t all be thanks to my chocolate. After Hongryunhwa’s success, Yeom Jun-yeol’s concentration and ability to control powers improved, and since the final exam for the third year was held early with a narrow scope, that’s probably why he got a perfect score for the first time.’

Everyone knew Yeom Jun-yeol had acquired the new power Hongryunhwa, and the exam scope for the third-year finals was common knowledge, but it seemed everyone forgot that, so I tried to dispel the rumor by telling them.

However, no one listened to me.

Additionally, I clarified that all the chocolate I gave and the ones to be sold at the festival were from MITRON, and if they wanted to eat them, they should buy from there—but inquiries never stopped.

Instead, I got a message from pâtissier Ryu Jang.

[Ryu Jang] Hello, student Jo Yi-shin. Thanks to you, chocolate sales have risen sharply lately. Thank you.

[Ryu Jang] They say they will buy from here and also buy your chocolate, so please prepare well.

Even though they knew it was the same chocolate, why was this happening?

Among the products to be sold at the tea house, some were handmade, but the chocolate with my alias was to be bought wholesale through MITRON.

If I made the chocolate myself, it wouldn’t taste as good as Ryu Jang’s, and half of it would have to be discarded, so it couldn’t be helped. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Taking that into account, the Supernova chocolate was to be the same as the one sold by MITRON, except for the packaging printed with my alias and my autograph.

I emphasized this several times, yet the reservation numbers only kept growing.

I didn’t understand, but the superstition related to exams was really something.

“Wow, the reservations for the vice president’s chocolate are even higher than the limited-time throat candy I plan to sell during my singing time.”

“I guess many fans of Miro haven’t got invitation tickets yet, so they couldn’t reserve.”

“Ugh, why are the reservations for the Aurora cotton candy we’re making ourselves so low....”

“Maybe because the colors look poisonous! Poisonous mushrooms are usually colorful.”

While adding more chocolate orders, I was puzzled when the White Tiger, who had been idling, suddenly spoke.

He opened his mouth as if generously intending to solve my doubt.

“Jo Yi-shin, if Olmu bought cookies wholesale from MITRON and sold ‘Olmu Cookies,’ would you buy them?”

My goodness, could such wonderful cookies exist in this world?

Cookies packed in wrapping printed with a small, genius footprint of an angel would be precious and delicious.

I’d be too reluctant to eat them.

But if I didn’t eat them, the angel might be disappointed, so I had to buy some separately.

Taking that into account, I answered.

“Of course I would. I’d buy a lot.”

Hearing my answer, the White ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) Tiger burst out laughing.

Why was he laughing like that, knowing exactly what I would say?

Could it be he planned to compare the Supernova chocolate, whose reservations piled up riding on a false rumor, with the fantastic Olmu Cookies?

“Baekho! Stop trying to explain Jo Yi-shin and come help carry the stuff. I picked the heaviest for you.”

Hwang Ji-ho, who was in charge of the interior with Kim Yuri, called out to the White Tiger.

It was a large table or chair that looked heavy just by looking, and even trying to lift it like showing off strength annoyed me.

Hwang Ji-ho felt the same and stacked a few more items, but the White Tiger just carried them comfortably.

“Please tell us your honest opinion, sir. What do you think?”

“...It’s strange. The brush grip is perfect, but why does the calligraphy look awkward?”

Jin Jeongmuk and Mingrin, in charge of oriental-style props, looked at the words written on the calligraphy paper and pondered side by side.

Jin Jeongmuk proposed opening a teahouse for martial artists who would come to this place, seeing the tea house theme.

So, they decided to decorate the tea house with that theme limitedly, timed for when the sect members of Jeolheukpoongrim would visit, and there was subtle demand, with quite a few reservations for that time and related products.

“I heard that when you first held the brush, you showed perfect brushwork and completed a masterpiece. Is that true? I want to hear what mindset you had when you first picked up the brush.”

“Ah, when I painted the nobility of the Imugi? Hmm...”

At Mingrin’s words, Jin Jeongmuk nodded repeatedly and occasionally asked questions, having a deep conversation.

Since it was a brush-related topic, Mingrin was able to speak at length without stumbling.

Seeing Mingrin grow to the point where she could now talk with martial artists filled me with emotion.

“Song Daeseok, why is that bastard staring like that?”

“Daeseok is holding himself back! Back then, he would have interrupted and bothered her, but now he’s just watching.”

“Yes, I agree with Rena. Back then, whenever someone spoke to Green, they spoke roughly.”

“Damn it, I got it, so shut up!”

Song Daeseok, who was making the satellite mobile, yelled back, but didn’t disturb Mingrin to the end.

Back then, Song Daeseok would have unthinkingly volunteered to help make the tea house according to Mingrin’s desired concept, but this time he chose the satellite as the theme.

Recently, many people have been arguing over the rights linked to the player SAT-K, so his opinion was that at least one player or ordinary person should take an interest in satellites.

In fact, even if there was a satellite decoration and introduction in the tea house, not many would care about the complex social issues linked to satellites.

Still, Song Daeseok was struggling to attract the attention of those few.

‘He still cares about Mingrin but doesn’t interfere and does his own work. He really has grown.’

Although Song Daeseok made efforts himself, a lot of credit went to Mingrin, who had firmly told him off whenever he messed up or talked nonsense.

He still seemed to have a long way to go compared to Mingrin, but Song Daeseok was doing well.

For him, I decided to help summarize and organize the exhibition satellite materials, which had become difficult like a thesis because of excessive ambition.

“The seats over there won’t have a view of the stage. We need to adjust the angle.”

“Ah, right! We can’t have guests miss our show!”

“I won’t be on stage, but I’ll cheer.”

Guseulbi and In Seon-oh were adjusting the stage installed in the air.

Four people from our class were going to be on stage.

Kwon Rena, Dokgo Miro, Guseulbi, and Ong Gildong.

Dokgo Miro, since everyone expected him, had agreed to go on stage for a short time, and Kwon Rena agreed to perform thanks to Kwon Je-in’s encouragement.

‘Unlike Dokgo Miro, Kwon Rena is still just one of the string players in the orchestra. She appeared in the videos that caused a stir last year, but she wasn’t the lead.’

The videos of Kwon Je-in performing with the sea wall and Dokgo Miro busking with accompaniment.

Though she appeared in both popular videos, she wasn’t the lead and her name wasn’t prominently credited.

So a solo stage might be a bit stressful, but thanks to Kwon Je-in, she gathered courage.

‘Live string performances in tea houses or bars are rare but not unheard of. It’s a good opportunity.’

And the two exhibitionists didn’t have to worry.

Though their fame wasn’t very high compared to how much they wanted attention, they were always ready to rampage on stage.

Meanwhile, Eun Gwang High had a very important event besides the festival.

“Uh...”

Maeng Hyo-don, looking at the device, hesitated and stood up.

Hani, who was in charge of menu tasting, spoke.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I have to go.”

As Maeng Hyo-don suddenly said he had to leave, more and more students started looking at him.

Though it was handled well, the fact that Maeng Hyo-don’s biological father had come all the way to Eun Gwang High causing a fuss was shocking.

Especially the students who had been there showed worry.

‘If it’s like I think, it won’t be a big deal.’

If someone had made a move connected to Maeng Hyo-don’s biological father, the nobles would have found out first.

Since Maeng Hyo-don’s circle of human relations wasn’t wide, only a few could have called him out.

Considering the timing, the answer came quickly.

Instead of the curious and worried students, I spoke up as their representative.

“Is this related to Eun Gwang High’s entrance exam? You’re going to help a junior at Tanrae Middle School, right?”

“How did you know?”

Seeing Maeng Hyo-don surprised made me think I was right.

Since the festival date at Eun Gwang High was moved up a bit, the festival preparation period overlapped with the entrance exam period.

So, except for student organization members, most students didn’t pay attention, but those aiming to enter Eun Gwang High must have been nervously preparing for the exam.

“The exam season is coming, and Tanrae Middle School has a middle schooler likely to enter Eun Gwang High. And that student’s homeroom teacher is your mentor.”

During the assassination attempt on Seong Guk-eon, a secret tied to the Youth Reserve Player Support Center was revealed.

Among those involved was Maeng Hyo-don’s mentor.

That mentor was suspicious of changes in the power value of their student attending the center, and behind that mystery was a mastermind.

‘If that middle schooler had kept going to the center, they’d have lost their ability. Even though they have enough talent to enter Eun Gwang High...’

Since Maeng Hyo-don and that junior shared the same mentor, he would want to help that junior.

Probably, as the exam season approached, Maeng Hyo-don proposed it first to the mentor.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t help with the written exam, but he could with the practical exam.

‘Luckily, Eunho made some materials to help other juniors with the written exam. I should send those to Maeng Hyo-don.’

At the irregular lunch meeting, Eunho gave advice and shared materials to the prospective Eun Gwang High students on my behalf.

When I sent the materials to Maeng Hyo-don, he gratefully accepted.

“Oh, vice president. Thanks.”

“Have a safe trip.”

The next day, we welcomed Maeng Hyo-don with surprised faces.

Though minor, he was injured.