“Feels like looking at young Cheondongha.”

The Cheondongha inside me had always been mature.

There were other seniors at Eun Gwang High, but there were various variables—some like Do Wonwoo who were unpleasant, or like Yeom Jun-yeol who became a disciple.

Cheondongha, even after getting involved with the nobles, still showed the demeanor of a senior.

But the kid in front of me, Cheon Geumbin, who almost became Cheondongha, looked like a child even if his appearance resembled him.

Cheon Geumbin, holding a paper bag, opened his eyes wide and looked at me.

Unlike Cheondongha, he didn’t wear glasses, so his eyes looked bigger.

“Is this for me? Really?”

“It’s from senior Cheondongha. Do well on your exam.”

“Yes, thank you! Now that I got this, I’ll get a perfect score!”

Cheon Geumbin was as happy as a child at my words.

He jumped around so much I thought he might float up to the sky right there.

I understood, thinking I’d be just as happy if Cheondongha had given me a gift right before the exam.

Meanwhile, the kids waiting to take the exam in the same group as Cheon Geumbin looked at us with somewhat envious eyes.

Fortunately, I had candy with me to give to juniors who were struggling preparing for the festival, so I handed some out to those kids.

“Here, do well on your exam.”

Their faces brightened immediately.

Their honest reactions in front of snacks reminded me of younger siblings.

I smiled as I handed over the candy.

“Supernova’s candy...! Thank you, thank you!”

“...Even if I fail, I might be a little happy.”

“If you fail after getting this, then you should be sad.”

Watching them joke casually, I thought all the kids in this group would pass.

After also giving some candy to Cheon Geumbin, who seemed to want more besides the gift from Cheondongha, I left.

Later, after reporting that I delivered the gift well, Cheondongha made a complicated expression.

“Thanks for your effort. But I was short-sighted. I should have just asked Eunho.”

“No, it wasn’t much trouble.”

“Not that... The results will probably come out soon.”

Whether those words were the seed or not, a few hours later an incident happened.

I don’t know if it was the result Cheondongha mentioned, but a problem occurred at the practical exam site where Cheon Geumbin was taking the test.

An overly enthusiastic examinee broke part of the gym.

Since two years ago, after the examinees of group 13 were trapped inside a barrier and couldn’t escape, the practical exam has been held without a barrier.

So they could rampage in the gym without a barrier, but some middle schoolers, over-enthusiastic, broke the facilities.

“The power of Cheondongha’s gift is this much!”

But there was another problem exam site.

It was where Maeng Hyo-don’s junior, a kid from Tanrae Middle School, was.

Because of that, two gyms became unusable for a while for repairs, and the festival preparation schedule had to be adjusted slightly.

Seeing the broken gym, some teachers and student council executives looked gloomy.

Eunho commented on how he heard this through Cheondongha. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

“Yi-shin hyung, how can you provoke juniors who haven’t even entered school yet? Our class kids are worried. Please hold back.”

I wasn’t involved with the Tanrae Middle School juniors, unlike the Cheon Geumbin side...

I wanted to argue, but having learned before when talking like this with Cheon Seongheon that rebutting only prolongs the talk, I quietly listened and just nodded.

Shortly after the Eun Gwang High entrance exam ended, the festival began.

Eun Gwang High second-year dormitory, Sawol Seyum’s room.

Unlike the almost empty room of Jo Yi-shin and Baekho, Sawol Seyum’s room was overflowing with things.

Half were souvenirs bought during school events or outings with classmates; the rest were merchandise related to the unknown supernova.

There was a cheering lightstick called “Starstick,” made by an unofficial fanclub, a star-shaped hairband, a black towel with slogans, posters taken as a school ambassador, article scraps about the unknown supernova or Jeokbyeok Gaedo.

Anyone who was a fan of the unknown supernova would envy this, and Jo Yi-shin himself would shut his eyes tightly and feel dizzy seeing it all gathered.

But Sawol Seyum, surrounded by what she loved, was simply happy.

‘I finished checking the general bulletin board, so should I check the player community next?’

Not obsessed with public opinion management like Gyeidam, Sawol Seyum sometimes looked up posts about Jo Yi-shin, her classmate and respected Jeokbyeok Gaedo, and occasionally left comments.

Among various issues, the community still circulated the “three-way love triangle” bait.

Most of the talk centered on photos taken of Jo Yi-shin, Joo Suhyuk, and «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» Ahn Dain discussing festival preparations.

‘They’re arguing about who Yi-shin is looking at. Of course, Yi-shin is looking at both!’

To Yi-shin’s eyes looking at Joo Suhyuk and Ahn Dain, it seemed as if honey was dripping.

Because of that, some people commenting like brainless were just saying they wanted to try the chocolate the unknown supernova sells soon.

Sawol Seyum, who was in a position to easily get that chocolate anytime, felt smug but did not show it online and just read the posts.

By now, the thread changed to talking about the Eun Gwang High festival starting tomorrow.

Sawol Seyum carefully read those posts.

‘External trading of invitation tickets is prohibited, but they say many people will buy and sell this time. There might be such people here too! Everyone wants to go.’

Sawol Seyum belonged to the Choi Pyeon-deuk hunting party.

Besides tracking wanted criminals, they were also cracking down on ticket scalping at school events, and planned to move again this time.

Sawol Seyum collected suspicious posts and comments hinting at ticket trading and shared them in the group chat.

Though some were duplicates because skilled party members had already moved, a few were newly discovered, which made her proud.

When finishing work and about to sleep, a message popped up on Sawol Seyum’s screen.

[Leader of Gyemyeongrim] Hey

[Leader of Gyemyeongrim] How have you been?

Sawol Seyum opened her eyes wide at the message.

Gyemyeongrim was the name of the leader of the Gyejok tribe who gave her a blessing.

Since the blessing wasn’t strong, they rarely shared thoughts, so to communicate, they had to meet in person or talk via device messages.

‘Wow, is this the first time they contacted me first?’

Though she got the blessing through Oh Hyejeong’s introduction, they rarely contacted separately.

Sawol Seyum greeted happily.

Reading the next message, she was even more surprised.

[Leader of Gyemyeongrim] I’m coming to your school festival tomorrow. Yong Jegun gave me an invitation ticket.

Sawol Seyum tried to be purely happy about the visit but paused when she saw who invited him.

It wasn’t good that Vice-Homeroom Teacher Yong Jegun took the initiative to act.

She couldn’t tell what kind of mischief Yong Jegun was trying to involve the tribe leader in at the school festival.

Sawol Seyum didn’t know what Yong Jegun was thinking but judged it was better not to know and stopped thinking.

So she just said she welcomed the visit.

[Leader of Gyemyeongrim] Yeah, if you go, show him your flying skill.

After finishing with a “sleep well” message, Sawol Seyum suddenly wondered.

She had wondered this since receiving the blessing.

‘Why is he interested in flying skills?’

The blessing she received said “Call me when you use flying.”

Through that blessing, Sawol Seyum’s location could be confirmed, helping prepare for kidnapping and safe landing.

She hadn’t used the blessing’s power yet.

‘I heard no one in the tribe can fly... Is it interest because they can’t fly?’

She pondered this until just before sleeping but got no answer.

The festival’s first day fortunately didn’t rain but was a bit cloudy.

Though it wasn’t cold despite the clouds, those running outdoor booths set up tents and small heaters just in case.

The festival was originally scheduled for clear weather, but bringing it forward caused this side effect.

‘Still, it’s much sunnier than the second-year festival at Plumago High.’

Thinking of Plumago’s second-year festival gave a chill.

It was closer to a memorial service than a festival.

Since the school trip incident, students hadn’t recovered from the shock of losing Yeom Jun-yeol, Cheondongha, and Ma Jinseung.

Choi Pyeon-deuk’s group secretly destroyed the memorial space students voluntarily made, and branded those seeking truth as annoying conspiracy theorists.

Outside school, the situation was worse.

The Red Lions and the Dragon Clan discovered suspicious aspects of Yeom Jun-yeol’s shooting, and when the government moved to cover the truth and protect the culprit, they tried to start a war in revenge.

Some Eun Gwang High students wanted to quit school and join the Red Lions, but Kwak Kyunggu stopped them and calmed things down.

Because the student council president, who was Yeom Jun-yeol’s closest friend, said so, others couldn’t act harsher.

Of course, these things never happened in this world.

‘By now, Yeom Jun-yeol would be preparing for the Hongryong live show, Kwak Kyunggu organizing the festival’s food list, and Cheondongha and Ma Jinseung on morning patrols.’

Thinking of seniors enjoying the festival their own way warmed the coldness in my heart.

As I finished my thoughts, Baekho suddenly said casually.

“If you’d thought a little longer there, you would have interrupted.”

Didn’t we agree not to interfere when receiving the blessing?

I didn’t understand why he said we would have confidently interfered.

“Hmm, according to the weather forecast, it was supposed to rain, but the hope for the festival chased away the rain clouds.”

“That’s good. If it really rained, we were going to negotiate with the dragons to hold the Gi Cheong Festival.”

“If it really was going to rain, even without our negotiation, they would have held it themselves.”

Hwang Ji-ho and Cheongho spoke lazily while looking up at the sky.

Changing the weather was a big deal, so I didn’t know if they could speak so lightly.

“More importantly, Jo Yi-shin, you should hurry and get changed and ready. It’s better to hurry.”

“There’s still time, why?”

“Look outside.”

Hwang Ji-ho pointed toward the school gate, but since we were at the central zone preparing for the festival, we couldn’t see the gate.

I ignored it, not wanting to waste my ability, but Kim Yuri turned on a hologram and showed me.

It was a photo taken in front of the school gate.

“Ahaha, Yi-shin’s fans are now waiting at the school gate for entrance! They must have stayed up all night to be first in line.”

I tried to deny it, thinking it couldn’t be, but seeing the photo left me speechless.

Those standing in line were holding my cheering lightsticks called Starsticks or slogans with my alias written on them.