EX rank supporting role’s replay in a prestigious school-Chapter 1095: At the end of a long fight (5)

In-seon-o's mention of a topic related to nightmares was the last thing he said.

Before long, the class began discussing the PlayerZ World Championship competition.

Naturally, In-seon-o became the center of attention, and Hwang Ho and Cheong Ho had no choice but to step back.

In this atmosphere, it was hard to continue discussing nightmares, and even if In-seon-o wasn't the center of attention, with the class around, they had to hold back.

‘The goal has been achieved. I tested In-seon-o's attitude and learned that he holds information about nightmares. Now, I need to create an opportunity for a private conversation.’

If Hwang Ho truly took action, he could easily create an opportunity for a one-on-one conversation, either by waiting for a moment alone or by forcefully setting up the situation, whether through kidnapping or whatever else.

However, even if he had the power to execute such a plan, both Hwang Ho and Cheong Ho chose to take the more indirect route.

In-seon-o had just started attending, but he was still a member of the 2nd year, Class 0.

Hwang Ho and Cheong Ho didn’t want to disrupt the class’s peace.

"Anyone who wants to make cheering tools for Seon-o’s game, send a message. See you next time!"

With Kim Yoo-ri’s farewell, the class dispersed.

Having met so often throughout the vacation, the class of 2nd year, Class 0 decided to take a break for now, but they promised to watch In-seon-o's game together.

Hwang Ho and Cheong Ho, with no plans with the Class 0 students, tried to approach In-seon-o privately but failed.

The sudden appearance of Gu Seul-bi and Ong Gil-dong, who were guarding with full force, thwarted their attempt.

— Seon-o is busy preparing for the tournament!

— He also has to make plans to send the last school refuser back to school and spend time with us.

The two were particularly harsh toward Hwang Ho, and when he chuckled, Cheong Ho guessed the situation and sighed before pulling back.

With that, Hwang Ho and Cheong Ho started heading home together.

Some wondered why Cheong Ho wasn’t heading to the dormitory, but he smoothly excused himself, mentioning something he had to handle concerning his hearing abilities.

Once inside the mansion grounds, Cheong Ho asked,

"Did something happen with those two?"

"I didn't do anything particularly special. Do you know that Baek Ho's address is listed as the mansion? So they came to bring him to school, but after failing to infiltrate, it looks like they’re upset."

"Class is your responsibility."

"Is that so? I think Baek Ho is entirely at fault here."

"Then let’s say it’s all his fault, since his karmic debt is big enough."

Having regained his memory, Cheong Ho immediately agreed, his emotions a mix of everything.

Hwang Ho laughed louder at his response.

At first, Cheong Ho, who had been watching him with a smile, finally seemed to get tired of the constant chuckling and subtly hinted for him to stop, and Hwang Ho quieted down.

After laughing his fill, Hwang Ho spoke seriously.

"In-seon-o is interested in nightmares and Jo Yi-shin. On our side, we have no information about nightmares, and he’s made it clear he’s not going to talk about Jo Yi-shin. In-seon-o probably sees no benefit in talking to us."

"I agree. Plus, he's the type who wouldn’t be easily pulled into a conversation with wordplay. He’s tricky to deal with."

Cheong Ho agreed with Hwang Ho but didn't lose his smile.

He was confident that his friend wasn’t incompetent.

"But it’s not without a way, is it? If it were, you wouldn’t be acting so casually."

"My friend knows me well."

Hwang Ho nodded vigorously in response to Cheong Ho’s trust.

Having thought of his old friend, Cheong Ho was still boosted by the confidence Hwang Ho had in him, and the excitement didn’t fade.

Suppressing the urge to laugh again, Hwang Ho spoke.

"In-seon-o failed when trying to infiltrate both factions. And today, he made a deal with Hyeonmu, arranging a meeting with the leader of the factions."

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As Hwang Ho and Cheong Ho walked and discussed the details of the deal, they eventually arrived in front of the annex where Eun Ho was staying.

When they arrived, Cheong Ho’s expression soured.

There had been so many incidents the previous night, and the aftermath had yet to be fully settled.

Hwang Ho’s clone was still working quickly, and several of the Hojo family members, including the chief shaman Juk Ho, were also still on their toes.

Amid all this, it was almost miraculous that the Hojo family members managed to watch the game and Cheong Ho spent time with his classmates.

Now that the happy times had ended, it was time to prepare to fight again.

"The pace has slowed."

"...It has."

Even though many thoughts were tangled in his mind, Cheong Ho couldn’t speak weakly.

Hwang Ho didn’t rush him, instead encouraging him in a bright tone.

"Why worry about fighting your friend, Cheong Ho?"

"That damn friend comment."

Cheong Ho muttered, but his face was smiling.

With a lighter heart, Cheong Ho and Hwang Ho were about to enter the annex when ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) a clear voice stopped them.

Strictly speaking, not a member of the Hojo family, but one of the rare individuals allowed to enter the mansion freely: Gong Cheong-hwan.

"You two are here."

After the encouragement from his friend, the kind voice of Gong Cheong-hwan calmed Cheong Ho further.

However, Cheong Ho hesitated for a moment.

Gong Cheong-hwan seemed to have accepted his status as a newcomer, but still, he had no memories of being one.

After thinking for a moment, Cheong Ho decided to treat him as Teacher Gong Cheong-hwan.

"Teacher Gong Cheong-hwan, you’ve arrived?"

"Hello."

As he did when he was still a mere human, Gong Cheong-hwan greeted them softly.

Hwang Ho, watching them exchange greetings with a satisfied look, interjected.

"With the heat today, it would’ve been nice to wait inside. No, you wouldn’t have been walking around, so did you just arrive?"

"Yes, I just arrived. I didn’t want to come empty-handed, so I took some time to buy a gift. It didn’t take long to pick the gift, but there was something I had to discuss."

At the mention of "discussion," both Hwang Ho and Cheong Ho instinctively activated their powers, widening their eyes to assess Gong Cheong-hwan.

For a long time, anything a newcomer discussed wasn’t a mere conversation.

Newcomers could fight using words and commands, so it was common for them to fight and then say, "I just had a conversation."

Fortunately, there was nothing odd in Gong Cheong-hwan’s energy state, but there was something noticeable.

Gong Cheong-hwan was holding a paper bag with the 'MITRON' logo on it.

Gong Cheong-hwan, noticing the gaze from the two who were using their powers on him, spoke.

"The pâtissier seems to be quite interested in you both."

The post-event gathering for the China-Japan exchange competition ended smoothly.

As the group disbanded, Rubo Won declared, "This is the end of the first after-party!" I was surprised, thinking there was no way anyone would have enough energy left for a second or third round, but when they mentioned the next round being a post-performance gathering, I understood.

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

Meanwhile, after the competition had finished, several notifications sounded on the device, signaling new messages.

Because I had exchanged device codes with students from other countries, my list of contacts had grown.

Most of the messages weren’t about anything urgent. They were simply checking in to confirm codes or sharing photos from the event on social media and asking for my opinion.

I briefly checked my device while on the move and noticed that a photo with Eun Ho and Cheong Ho was also included in the messages.

‘Guess we ended up in the photo together because they were always around me.’

After Yong Je-gun and Yeom Jun-yeol had left, I had talked with Eun Ho, but nothing particularly important had come up.

The hall was still crowded with people, and since Eun Ho wasn’t treated like a freak of the level of Yong Je-gun, there was no immediate need to set up a barrier. He couldn’t afford to lower his voice suddenly without drawing attention.

Eun Ho, ever cautious, wouldn’t have shared anything significant in a place where he didn’t know who might be listening.

So I wondered why he had approached me and asked about it. Eun Ho’s reply was short.

— "For a safe return. I volunteered because I couldn’t trust anyone else."

The mention of safety made sense to me.

While there was sufficient power here, considering everything that had happened during the exchange, it couldn’t be assumed to be completely safe.

The investigation into the Chinese and Japanese coaches and players had more or less wrapped up, but there was always the potential for unexpected risks.

Even though we had the Korean coaching team, there were no major power issues, but Eun Ho, being kind-hearted, was naturally more concerned than others.

— "Think however it suits you, Hyung."

Eun Ho said it as though he had figured out my train of thought, though I hadn’t spoken it aloud.

As I walked with Eun Ho and Cheong Ho, one of them always remained near me, since they were assigned as part of my security.

They had briefly left when they were needed for their work as staff members, but one of them had always been by my side.

This continued until the group split and we were heading toward Eun Ho’s annex.

"I’ll change my appearance for a moment. Given the things we need to discuss today, it would be more comfortable over there."

When we arrived at the annex, Eun Ho made tea and left for a moment.

Now, it was just me and Cheon Dong-ha left in the room.

I suspected there might be a servant nearby, but after staying up late last night, he seemed to have lost his energy, and I couldn’t detect any presence.

"I’ve heard about everything that happened last night."

After taking a sip of tea, Cheon Dong-ha spoke.

Cheon Dong-ha, always calm and kind as a senior, was now wearing a gentle expression.

"If I borrow the words of Instructor Yong Je-gun, I can guess what was said to take your soul away. Did he mention Han-i’s case?"

When he said "Han-i’s case," Cheon Dong-ha’s gaze became somewhat cloudy.

I had seen that look somewhere before.

It was when Eun Ho had woken up from his deep sleep and when I learned about Cheon Dong-ha’s younger sibling, Cheon Eun-ha.

"I heard that when your wish was granted by Instructor Yong Je-gun, Mi-ro was there at the spot watching."

"...Yes, Mi-ro saw the moment my wish came true. Mi-ro was an old friend of Han-i."

I said this as though repenting for something.

Perhaps Cheon Dong-ha spoke so easily because he had gone through something similar.

Cheon Dong-ha looked at me quietly and then spoke.

"I guess you were troubled because of that."

Cheon Dong-ha fell into a brief silence, but I couldn’t open my mouth either.

A while later, Cheon Dong-ha broke the heavy silence.

"I believe that whether or not memories exist doesn’t change the essence of a person. Every day, I see and acquire much more than what I’ve seen. The amount of information in my head grows, but that doesn’t change who I am."

Cheon Dong-ha actively used his abilities to absorb a vast amount of visual information, reading larger information from it.

Even though he acquired new information and learned things he didn’t know before, it didn’t change his essence.

I could understand why he was saying this, but I couldn’t fully accept it.

Cheon Dong-ha had accepted that Eun Ho was Cheon Eun-ha, but could he accept Mi-ro as well?

Bang!

While I was unable to reach a conclusion, the front door suddenly swung open.

Through the gap of the door, I heard a loud cry and sensed several presences.

In the midst of the confusion, Baek Ho-gun stepped in first.

At the noise near the front door, Eun Ho, who had quickly returned after changing his appearance, hurried over and asked,

"What’s going on, Hyung Baek Ho?"

"It looks like Cheong Ho’s disciples finished the job faster than expected."

Baek Ho-gun gestured toward the direction and I saw four people clinging to Cheong Ho, crying loudly.

It seemed that Gong Cheong-hwan and Hwang Ho had been trying to comfort them, but had failed, standing at a distance.

Looking at the scene, Baek Ho-gun added,

"Cheong Ho must be very happy that they’re back."

It almost sounded like he was saying it for me to hear.