"Hey! Park Jin Sung! Aren't you going to do it right?"
A friend in the same class openly criticized Park Jin-sung.
In fact, Park had no friends. It was better to describe it as Extra A.
Today, students including Park Jin-sung conducted a 5:5 mock battle.
The monthly mock on the playground was a practice for the graduation war in the winter of the third year of
high school.
Students who were on the same side as Park Jin-sung kept getting angry at Park Jin-sung.
"Hey! Do it right!"
"I'm unlucky to be on a team with such a jerk."
"What do you want from the loser? I just stepped on the poo."
The result was, of course, a crushing defeat. It was the result of a 4:5 fight thanks to Park Jin-sung, who is
almost a burden.
"Hahaha. Sorry, sorry. Like you said, what do you want from the last place in school?"
An extra who wields an axe as big as a human being, an extra who makes a thud every time he runs, an extra
who stretches his limbs, and two others.
The enemy team members were all devastated. How can you be a sophomore in high school?
"Die! Grade F!"
"Huh? Joo, you want me to die? Can't we just abstain?"
"Don't run away. Let's just get tropical shots per person, class F."
"If I get hit, I'll die before I go to the nurse."
I managed to avoid it.
Whenever Park Jin-sung ran away, the audience burst into laughter. Even the teacher watched without
stopping. Students who try to beat the last place in school, and teachers who watch it with a smile.
Did you run around for 5 minutes?
The mock match ended only after the teacher was tired of Park Jin-sung's escape. "Hey... Grade F..." The children who were on the same side surrounded Park Jin-sung in a circle.
It became a nasty classroom atmosphere, but I didn't care a bit except for the people involved. It was very
familiar to them that they were beating F-class in groups.
"Park Jin-sung, I'll hit you to the point where you don't have to go to the nurse."
"Don't use Idea just because you're sick. You know it's prohibited on campus, right?"
"Let's just be as sick as we were heartbroken."
"Hmmm. Take it easy, guys."
Park Jin-sung smiled and covered his head.
All sorts of swear words and all kinds of punching kicks flew in.
Some of the male students who were watching thought, "I'm going to hit myself later." Some of the female
classmates called Park Jin-sung with all the scorn of contempt.
No one stopped me.
It didn't matter whether it was related to this mock match or not.
Park Jin-sung was cursed by his classmates, stressed, and also a vent of energy that had no place to go.
"Oh man. This one hurts a little."
I'm glad I ran away during the mock match. There is no need to bother the nurse twice or three times.
This was the daily life of a student with an F-class soul.
The F-class, which is the only school, and possibly the only one in the country, was trash that could not be
revived. A petty level where it's all about making a small dagger as a failing soul.
Idea's rating does not necessarily reflect the actual combat rating. However, F-class investment efforts were
wasteful.
Park Jin-sung, who was in the midst of being hit, said with a burst of lips.
"Did you hit them all?"
"Ha ha ha. Why is his body so hard?"
"I'm sure the mill went up because I'm getting beaten up every day."
Park Jin-sung, who was beaten, recovered faster than the four who were beaten.
"Hey, class F. Why are you getting up?
"Oh, I thought you hit them all"
"Hh. Do you want me to make sure you don't wake up?"
"Oh, that's enough. You've been hit enough. Can't you just let me go? My teacher will be here soon."
Whoo!
Nam Hak-woo, who was at the front, hit Park Jin-sung in the stomach.
"Oh, my stomach. Hey, guys. I'm not the only reason you lost I mean."
"Oh, you punk!"
The students, who were very angry, began to violence again.
* * *
A person can have only one significance of being allowed to him. Immediately engraved on the soul, this is a
fundamental change that can never be achieved.
Ideas usually appear in the form of words or sentences. The ability itself is impossible to change, but it is
possible to strengthen the ability.
If your idea is 'wielding an axe as big as a human', you can refine the modifier 'as big as a human'.
Schools in modern society focused on this reinforcement.
How many good ideas can you have.
Outstanding souls were naturally easy to strengthen or grow.
Whether it's a combat team, a paramedic team, or a routine team, your soul is so superior to others.
How many people are in grade A, and how many are in the above level.
But Park Jin-sung thought.
There's no class in the soul.'
It wasn't because he was F-class. It wasn't because I had an idea of garbage that couldn't be recycled.
Park Jin-sung thought that there was no such thing as a pure soul.
As soon as the class bell rang, the hairless homeroom teacher rushed to me. He seemed to be excited.
"Here! Attention! Attention!""
Park Jin-sung still lay face down on the desk and poked out his head.
Students who hated classes rushed to the teacher because they thought this was the time.
"Teacher! Why are you so hyper today?" Are you finally getting married?
"Amazing. Are we going to have a buffet?"
"Noisy! Be quiet!"
"Hehe! I'm paying attention to you!"
The teacher, who was excited, made the students feel excited.
"What is this? I'm nervous."'
Park Jin-sung felt an untimely chill.
with a bang
The teacher patted the blackboard several times and spoke in a very high tone.
"Thanks to you, my school has finally been recognized as competent."
"Hh. Teacher, did you bring in a strange system again? Can you stop doing that?"
The student sitting at the back said in a very disrespectful manner.
Toilet Kiyoung.
Based on the overall combat capability, he is a typical bully, ranking from 367 to 144th in the entire school.
Both parents were quite famous because they were combat officials from Class A combat power.
The middle-ranked students were afraid because they carried the last-place students in each class like
subordinates.
"Huh? Teacher! Can you not do it?"
"I didn't ask you to do it, so you'd better adapt yourself. And, technically, your seniors were more effective
than you."
"Hmm. Senior artists?""
Byun Ki-young looked away as she kicked her tongue.
Starting today, our school will introduce a military system on a trial basis. You're given the right class for
your skills."
The whole classroom became silent as if it had been splashed with water. He seemed lost in thought for a
moment to accept the reality.
The teacher laughed at the students.
"Now I don't have any friends in my school. Everyone is comrades in arms. Okay? All the homeroom
teachers in each class received the rank of platoon leader. Now when I call you, I call you platoon leader 10
"Are you in the 10th platoon because you're in the 10th class?" Oh, my. What is this between the students? I
just want to stay in class 10 of the second grade."
This incident was more like a disaster than Park Jin-sung thought.
"It's government-led, so make sure you do a great job. Headhunters will come and go from time to time I'll
use the way I speak. Okay? You're a soldier now."
"...."
Even Byun Ki-young, who had been in high spirits, became a mute.
"What if I don't want to do it?"
Park Jin-sung, who had been watching silently, said quietly. It was an audible decibel, but all the students'
attention was focused.
"Of course I'm not forcing you to do it. If you don't want to, the government will transfer you to another
school."
"Transfer?"
"Yeah. I hope you'll consider it especially. The reason is... Yeah, you know?"
"What's the wind all of a sudden that they're introducing a military system? But I'd like to know why."
"I told you, your seniors are special. They all got a rank of sergeant when they introduced a military school
this time."
The teacher began to take out some rank-and-file officers from his coat pocket.
"Sgt. All the students?"
"Of course. The entire third grade has been recognized as a talented person who will shine in Korea."
Park Jin-sung carefully observed the class chiefs taken out by the teacher.
There were a lot of sticks and two, and three or four were not seen at all.
It was only when I saw the black rank commander that my teacher's words were strengthened.
The students were all puzzled and received class cards handed out by the teacher.
"Soldiers who think they don't match the class can ask their platoon leaders to retake the test. Come and see
me anytime. I'm going to set your future at stake, and I'm going to set it with all my heart."
"Teacher, but I..."
Park Jin-sung was the only one who didn't receive any rank. But the homeroom teacher didn't mind at all.
"If you get a class certificate, put it on the name tag on your school uniform. meticulously by sewing Digital
combat uniforms will also be available soon."
"Teacher! I haven't received it yet.""
The teacher's eyes turned coldly. It was a look that I couldn't
"There's only one person in the whole school, including the first grade." There are students who don't even
get the rank of a private."
"...."
"Jinseong, you start with a trainee."
* * *
The teacher's office on the first floor of Haeundae High School.
In order to become a teacher at an Idea-related school, you must have an Idea equivalent to a minimum grade
B.
All B-class souls were treated as experts in most places.
Even before the discovery of Idea, the job of a teacher was very great. But now everyone has become an
unquestionable collection of powerful people.
Park Jin-sung opened the door of the teacher's office with an atmosphere that weighed on him.
"Oh, is Jinseong here?"
"Teacher, the reason why you called me earlier."
"Oh, nothing else, but I think we should discuss your future."
The homeroom teacher had a green shoulder. The diamond mark in the middle of the shoulder was
impressive.
The 10th platoon leader, the second-grade homeroom teacher, kept touching the documents without looking
at Park Jin-sung.
"Teacher?"
"I won't say anything else. Why don't you just go to another school?"
"...."
Park Jin-sung's shoulders stiffened.
"Jinseong, as you know, you're a very lucky case. According to the 13th curriculum, you can't even enter
here."
"Yes, sir
"We barely got into the school because the 12th and 13th rounds overlapped. Even now, school classes are
difficult, but if we revise it to a military school, we won't be able to hold out anymore."
"I'm fine."
"I should think about other students, too. Think of the kids you're going to have a mock game with.
Headhunters are going to visit the school unexpectedly, so should I think about you?"
"Am I the only one who thinks about me?""
Park Jin-sung recalled his school life.
He has never harmed the same students.
Park Jin-sung, who was born F-class, was always treated as a luggage even before he started.
It is true that he thought it was a handicap without thinking it was a handicap, and then he destroyed it
without thinking it was a handicap.
I didn't even have a chance to prove it properly. Actually, I didn't have the desire to prove it properly.
"Teacher, can't you just graduate somehow? I don't care what it is as long as I can graduate."
"Well," The homeroom teacher, who became the 10th platoon leader, openly recalled that he was annoyedness.