Chocolate attracted an excessive amount of attention.

As I stood holding the basket, people naturally lined up.

Fortunately, the most reliable Kim Yuri stood right beside me, lending her strength.

Kim Yuri projected a hologram with the explanation and set up the payment device, and the work proceeded in an instant.

“Besides the reservations, you can only buy two chocolates per person on site?”

“Ah, then we won’t be able to buy all the other priestesses’ chocolates. What should we do?”

“For now, buy whatever you can and think later!”

The first-year class 0 kids lined up one by one and bought chocolates.

They took not only their reserved portions but also the on-site sale chocolates diligently.

Also, some kids showed interest in other products besides chocolate.

In Seon-oh’s spider-web honey threads and Han Yi’s yakgwa and tarts were especially popular among those who loved sweets.

The least popular were Song Daeseok’s satellite-shaped cupcakes, which couldn’t help but be due to their poor color and shape.

Still, a few juniors in class 0 showed some interest in the satellite explanation, so it wasn’t a total failure.

“Drink slowly. Thanks for coming.”

“Thanks for saying that, but if I did that, our classmates would really take their time drinking until sales end.”

When I spoke to the juniors who had finished shopping and ordering, Eunho immediately stopped me.

I wondered if that was a risky comment, but seeing the juniors looking at me with disappointed eyes, it seemed they really wanted to stay longer.

“I’ll sit just for twenty minutes. But when I leave, I want to take a photo with Brother Uisin.”

At Eunho’s words, Kim Yuri nodded and gave me a glance.

Apparently, that helped the turnover of the tea house better.

When I replied that I understood, cheers burst out among the juniors in class 0.

Honestly, I didn’t know what was so good about it, but since the juniors who came to the tea house in a group were happy, I figured it was a good thing.

“You’re a pro. You slept so long, but your heart’s the same.”

“It’s not just about sleep. When it comes to things involving Jo Yi-shin, it’s always like that. I know because I’ve seen.”

“Well, White Tiger, you must have seen well.”

The three tigers whispered behind me, but when Eunho smiled gently and stared at them, they quieted down.

I don’t know why they bothered to talk if they were going to be quiet anyway.

After the first-year class 0 juniors, the next arrivals were also a group of guests.

Also our school’s class 0.

The Geumchan Wangchan gang showed up uninvited, glaring at the seats that were already taken.

“Ah, those juniors came first again. So arrogant. Seriously.”

“Try showing us some seats. Good ones.”

Though the festival was open to outsiders, it was still primarily for Eun Gwang High students, so current students had priority.

Given this, it was natural for on-campus students who could move earlier to come first.

The senior gang, taking advantage of this, had clashed several times with first-year class 0 juniors, and openly picked fights.

However, the juniors, busy placing their freshly bought chocolates on the table and taking 인증샷 (proof photos) with my support goods, ignored them.

The seniors’ mood grew worse after muttering alone, but since they had no intention to cause trouble in the tea house, they didn’t harm the kind juniors.

Among our classmates, Sawol Seyum, who was closest to the seniors, went to greet them.

“Wow, you really came? I thought you’d just say that.”

“When have we ever lied?”

“Yes, quite often!”

Sawol Seyum, with a smiling face telling only the truth, made Geumchan Sol and Wangchan Sol pout with discontent but they didn’t cause a fuss.

I wondered why they were so quiet, but then I noticed they were nervously glancing outside.

It seemed someone they wanted to show their best side to was about to arrive.

“You came first. Did you get a seat?”

“We just arrived! Teacher Jegal!”

Indeed, there was a reason the seniors acted like that.

Jegal Jaegul, having finished his work, naturally stood in the center of the seniors.

Jegal Jaegul praised each of our classmates’ costumes and then approached me and Kim Yuri, who were the class officers selling the infamous chocolates.

He complimented how well the clothes suited us and spoke warmly.

“Thank you for getting along with our class kids. It’s so admirable that you’re taking care of the juniors...”

Trying to score points with Jegal Jaegul, it seemed the Geumchan Wangchan gang decided to use our class.

This year’s third-year class 0 seniors gave up preparing a three-dimensional photo book last year and instead operated a booth oddly named ‘Jegal Jaegul Festival Tour Unmanned Screening Room.’

Since those seniors would soon graduate, rather than exhausting themselves by running a booth, they chose to wander the school with Jegal Jaegul.

To brag about it, they carried broadcast devices streaming themselves live and opened an unmanned screening room during the festival.

Whether Jegal Jaegul could make time was the crucial factor, but it seemed they used us as a pretext.

If those rascals were going around the festival to take care of juniors and asked Jegal Jaegul to come along, how could he refuse?

“But isn’t the idea good?”

“Yeah, it’s good. Next year, I want to do something like that and hang out with Teacher Hamgeun-hyung!”

“Oh, I want to tour good restaurants with the homeroom teacher.”

The problem was that our kids were learning from that.

They respected and liked Teacher Hamgeun-hyung so much that they might actually do that.

Meanwhile, the third-year class 0 seniors also bought one Supernova Chocolate each.

“Hey, vice president. We bought these. Be thankful, got it?”

“Yeah, say thanks! Keep doing well as Neru ambassador!”

Every time the seniors took one from the chocolate basket, they made a big show of it.

Though politely telling them to quietly eat and leave after visiting and buying, I placed the seniors as far as possible from the class kids.

Fortunately, the seniors were satisfied with the window seats.

‘The festival is the last event, but the Christmas charity event is still coming. Those seniors will probably do something then.’

It already seemed that the Geumchan Wangchan gang was sharing ideas inspired by our class’s tea house menu and costumes.

I was a bit concerned about what plan they were making but soon lost interest.

At the main gate, external guests finally arrived in front of our tea house.

Those at the front weren’t running but walking at a speed close to a march.

They seemed to be players judging by their unwavering breath, and considering their outfits and what they carried, they appeared to be my fans.

‘If they had used their abilities, they would have been caught by Gyeidam. They must have come using just their bodies; these guys aren’t ordinary.’

The person standing at the tea house entrance seemed to realize he wasn’t first after seeing the seniors and juniors of class 0 who had already taken seats and looked disappointed.

But soon, with shining eyes, he lined up and entered, buying everything the tea house was selling.

He came to me to buy chocolate, but upon seeing me, he covered his mouth and sighed, “Uisin...!” I wondered if he was someone I knew, but he was a stranger.

... Judging by his attire, he seemed like a fan, but calling me just “Uisin” made him say that.

“Thank you for always supporting me. Enjoy.”

“...Wow, uh, thanks!”

The line was long, so I only gave a brief greeting, but he seemed to forget what to say for a moment like he won the the lottery, then smiled brightly and left almost running.

When that fan reached his single seat, he let out a short cry that was hard to tell if it was a scream or a cheer.

It was quieter than expected, and Kim Yuri, seeing this, smiled and said,

“I installed soundproof decorations everywhere knowing this would happen!”

“Knowing this would happen?”

She said as if she foresaw that someone would scream alone like that.

But as more people entered, I realized how remarkable Kim Yuri’s foresight was.

Fans of the already famous idols Dokgo Miro, Mingrin, and In Seon-oh reacted extremely enthusiastically, so noise was expected.

Seeing the real Dokgo Miro, an active idol, was one thing, but Mingrin and In Seon-oh rarely appeared in the media and hardly ever dressed like this, so excitement was natural.

Meanwhile, Dokgo Miro actively accepted photo requests.

If needed, he seemed willing to take photos for others too.

‘Because the waiting line is long, it’s hard to propose photos to many people, but most customers who took photos with Dokgo Miro left quietly.’

Dokgo Miro, who used to be scared of being photographed, voluntarily took on this role; it really showed how much he had changed.

Dokgo Miro’s home manager, Jeong Hae-on, bought a lot of Dokgo Miro’s throat candy, took commemorative photos, and, overwhelmed by the fans surrounding Dokgo Miro, left with the class 0 seniors.

Just as the ticking time bomb seniors left, a proper senior arrived here.

“Ah, it’s crowded. Should have checked other places first?”

“We’re here!”

Cheondongha and Majinseung appeared wearing disciplinary committee armbands.

They seemed to have come to patrol as well as enjoy being guests.

I tried to show them the best empty seats, but they said it was too crowded and busy and bought everything to go.

Majinseung’s voice was loud, but it wasn’t unpleasant to listen to, so they could stay as long as they wanted, but it was a shame they left early.

Not long after the two seniors left, the satellite-themed tea house closed, taking a first break to switch to the next version.

The following concept was a very flashy and avant-garde space combining Guseulbi’s botanical garden and Ong Gildong’s magic show stage.

I planned to stay only while they performed and briefly look around other places.

‘First, I need to see Yeom Jun-yeol’s Hongryong live. Then visit the newspaper club booth, the clubs and small groups with our classmates, and Eunho’s place...’

After carefully checking °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° my route and schedule, I changed clothes and was about to step outside.

I sensed someone’s presence and turned to see someone standing and looking this way.

“Hey, you there, you just came out of the staff-only entrance of this tea house, right? Are you a staff member here?”

The person was a woman of average build, shorter than me but quite forceful.

As I was about to answer honestly, something made me hesitate.

To allow classmates to come and go comfortably even when people gathered, a special barrier was set up at the staff-only entrance.

But this person ignored that and was waiting here.

As I hesitated about what to say, the door suddenly swung open.

White Tiger and Hwang Ji-ho appeared, still wearing their white avatar costumes.

“They said a chicken was picking a fight with Jo Yi-shin; guess it was true.”

From Hwang Ji-ho’s words, I realized the identity of the person.

The one standing before me was the leader of the Gyejok faction.