Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories-Chapter 73

Anyway, the one giving that long speech was the D-class bowler from the Cricket Club rivalry, the guy who once threw sand in my face and used unfair tactics.

I heard he got a week of suspension as punishment, but it seemed like he still hadn’t learned his lesson.

I also heard that if he caused any more trouble, he would be expelled.

Still, he didn’t hold back and kept on talking.

“It’s because the disciplinary committee members are chosen based on grades. They bring in people who don’t even belong there just because they did well on their exams, which is how situations like this happen.”

The D-class student’s words didn’t have much weight, especially since it was a D-class student saying them.

Even when I saw the mocking expressions appear on the faces of the disciplinary committee members, the D-class student seriously gave me advice.

“Look at this. You’re completely being crushed by the disciplinary committee, right? Are they threatening you? If you need help, just ring the bell. I’ll help you.”

I thought he disliked me, but judging by his words and expression, it seemed like he genuinely wanted to help.

Leonard, who had been scratching his ear in annoyance, suddenly perked up and stared intently.

“Is that guy a cat with nine lives or something...?”

Seeing Leonard move forward in anger, I quickly stepped in to stop him.

If he swung his fist, the D-class bowler would definitely end up with a broken bone somewhere.

‘We can’t cause any problems.’

At that moment, I saw the ghost with drooping eyes, who always lurked around me, slowly approaching.

It floated, bobbing up and down as it came closer, and I could tell just from its movements how angry it was.

The ghosts loved me so much that they often took any hostility towards me as hostility towards themselves.

The drooping-eyed ghost came closer, its face filled with fury, and with a light smack, hit the D-class bowler’s head with a soft punch.

“Ugh! What the hell?!”

The D-class bowler turned around with a confused look, clutching his head.

The ghost was angrily standing behind him, but there was no way he could see it.

Thinking he had been hit by a stone in the wind, he grumbled to himself and walked off, leaving without a second thought.

‘This won’t do.’

Meanwhile, the spark he ignited set me ablaze.

I already felt belittled by the ghosts during the courage test, but now, even the students were treating me like I was insignificant.

I couldn’t just live like this, constantly being ignored for seeming weak.

“Lampsport, help me out.”

When I asked for help, Leonard seemed to misunderstand and began undoing the buttons of his school uniform sleeves.

“Good idea. People like that need to feel the consequences.”

He must have misunderstood my words.

He probably thought I was asking him to teach the D-class bowler a lesson.

“No, Leonard, that’s not it.”

I barely managed to stop Leonard and let out a deep sigh.

Since I was already under disciplinary action, causing more trouble here wouldn’t just cause issues for the D-class bowler.

‘The solution is simple.’

I needed to get stronger.

At the very least, I shouldn’t be hearing about how I’m being suppressed by the disciplinary committee.

After spending a frustrating morning, we gathered in the disciplinary committee office after school.

Diana, who had heard about what happened in the morning, exploded with anger.

“What? That happened?”

The ghosts seemed to echo, “He made our girl lose her spirit!” as they nodded along with the committee members, all furious.

Bang—!

Medox slammed the desk, stood up, and shouted.

“We can’t let this slide, Hastings. Let’s show them what we’re made of.”

Hearing that, I took out a notebook from my desk drawer, as if waiting for the moment.

“So, I’ve been thinking of 101 ways to show them a lesson,” I said, pretending to push up nonexistent glasses, making everyone look at me with wide, stunned eyes.

“H-Hastings, do you really have to go that far...?”

“I do,” I answered firmly.

Medox, flustered, scratched the back of his head and nodded.

“Right. Let’s do it.”

Thus began the intense training to turn Melody Hastings into a tougher disciplinary committee member.

The project was called “Melody Hastings Beastification Project.”

In the end, Medox took charge of the “Melody Hastings Beastification Project.”

He decided to teach me the techniques of combat after school.

To exude the aura of a beast, I needed strength, so I trained with him in the gym.

“It’s hard to increase your stamina quickly, so let’s focus on mastering technique. We need to make it look flashy and threatening with as little movement as possible,” he said, and then pulled out a knife from his pocket.

...Huh?

“Showing this is the most threatening way.”

“What the hell is this? You’re seriously teaching this as a technique, Medox?”

Western, who was passing by, gave Medox a sharp rebuke.

“You think Hastings is like you? Put the knife away and teach properly.”

Medox quickly put the knife away, looking dejected.

He then regained his composure and resumed his stance.

“Sorry, Hastings. I’ll teach you again.”

Western stood with his arms crossed, watching Medox with an unsatisfied look throughout the training.

Of course, there were still issues.

The problem was that my body was too weak.

After learning some flashy hand techniques from Medox, I ended up in the hospital once again after falling several times and getting a nosebleed.

Melody Hastings was far too frail.

Noah Eugene Eglinton heard that she had been hospitalized again and visited the hospital.

Melody was a valuable asset to him. At the same time, she was a junior who worried him too much.

So, he had set it up so that if Melody ever got hospitalized or injured, he would be contacted immediately.

However, he hadn’t expected her to be in and out of the hospital so frequently.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Noah was left speechless when he heard # Nоvеlight # the reason for Melody’s injury.

“...You wanted to become a beast?”

Medox, who was standing by Melody’s bed, awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

“It sounds really strange when I just say it like that. She asked for it. I didn’t force her.”

Noah sighed at Medox’s explanation.

“Melody’s body is weak. If she made such a ridiculous request, someone should have stopped her. And now you let her end up like this?”

Medox felt a bit wronged by Noah’s words.

It was hard to say Melody was in bad shape; she was sitting up in bed, listening to their conversation.

Perhaps thinking the same, Melody raised her hand and answered.

“I’m fine. I did bleed a bit, but I’m okay.”

Tissues were stuffed in both of her nostrils.

Despite how bad it looked, Melody’s appearance still made her seem innocent, thanks to her beauty.

Noah silently watched her and then reached a conclusion.

“Melody, you can’t become a beast.”

At those words, Melody looked slightly shocked. She picked up a notebook from her patient gown and started explaining in a rambling manner.

“No, senior. Listen, I calculated it. Even a fish like me can come up with a strategy if...”

“Melody, to change your species, you’d have to be born again.”

Noah coldly reminded her of the reality.

“You can’t become a beast. Face reality.”

Melody looked up at Noah with a shocked expression, like a child who had just learned a secret about their birth.

Medox, watching them, looked uneasy. How could they have such a serious conversation with those faces?

Melody soon calmed down and, after a moment, covered herself with the blankets and turned her back to them.

“Melody.”

“...”

“You don’t have to become a beast. You can make the students fear you and follow your words without that.”

Melody’s eyes, which had been dull, suddenly lit up.

“Is there a way to do that?!”