In front of the school gate.

The entry lines had mostly shortened, and only those who came to Eungwang High with a relatively relaxed mindset remained. Finally, the boys regained their composure.

The game of tag chasing after those who were running into the gate also came to an end for now.

Several self-governing organization executives cooperated during this process, among whom the top contributor was Park Seunghyun, the next Jiik Association president.

Park Seunghyun helped speed up the pursuit by whistling the Gwangrim March to urge the executives on.

“Hey, good work. Let’s go grab something to eat.”

“Yeah. Hyunggu, you worked hard too. What should we eat...?”

Kim Hyunggu was finishing his last activity within the Jiik Association today.

As the next general club president, Kim Hyunggu was helping with Jiik Association affairs while receiving the handover, but today was the last day for that.

After the festival ends, the 4th quarter student representative meeting will be held, and the term will officially begin.

The current Jiik Association president, Gye Idam, who had little time left in his term, coldly analyzed the scene.

‘Park Seunghyun must have worked hard. He listens well and works, but he doesn’t have the drive Kim Hyunggu has, and originally, he ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) depended on Kim Hyunggu...’

Personally, Gye Idam thought Kim Hyunggu was more suited as a leader than Park Seunghyun.

Even thinking that, he never showed it.

Not out of consideration for Park Seunghyun, but simply because he had not cared much about the Jiik Association juniors until now.

Recently, Gye Idam’s thoughts had been gradually changing.

Some goodwill and kindness he had held toward Sung Siwan and some Eungwang High students were starting to spread.

He didn’t know whether the pain he felt while handling the brazier changed him, or if the blood seemingly made of goodwill flowing through him changed him.

Or maybe he had been changing slowly from before but only realized it now.

‘...Kids like them are rare.’

Though the thought came late, all the juniors were good kids.

When dealing with malicious commenters, one sees the bottom of humanity and morals, the abyss and such, but those at Eungwang High, especially the juniors in the Jiik Association, were so kind it was embarrassing to compare them to those in such sewers.

He wanted to stay close even after graduation.

But Gye Idam was about to graduate soon.

No matter how the incompetent senior who had been cold all along pretended to be friendly just before graduation, would the juniors show a good face?

He had no choice but to regret belatedly losing a good relationship.

‘I never had these thoughts before!’

During his days at Gyesang Middle School, Gye Idam had let go of many relationships with his own hands.

Still, he was just indulging in his misfortune and too busy showing aggression online to even care about those relationships.

He had even mocked those who lived kindly, but looking back now, he felt ashamed and like trash.

In fact, he wasn’t just like trash — he was just trash.

Now, he was trash who bore the blood of a very kind person in his body.

Living ordinarily and somewhat better as a human was much more painful and agonizing than living as trash.

“Idam, I heard you did well today? Some players used abilities to move around, and you stopped them.”

Startled by the bright, deep voice, Gye Idam suddenly lifted his head.

It was the voice of Sung Siwan, who shouldn’t have been here.

Because of the blood flowing through his body, he thought he might be hearing hallucinations, but Sung Siwan was really in front of him.

Seeing Gye Idam’s dumbfounded reaction, Sung Siwan quickly figured out the situation.

“I told you I was coming, don’t you remember? Oh, it was when you were dozing off during the transfusion, so you probably nodded off.”

“Siwan hyung... I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I saw you sleeping later, but I didn’t wake you.”

Gye Idam babbled his apology, but thankfully, Sung Siwan didn’t seem to mind at all.

After Gye Idam asked a few questions about today’s crackdown, Sung Siwan listened to the story.

He asked about the use of Gwangrim and the activities of other juniors, then quietly stared at Gye Idam.

Since hearing about Gye Idam’s days at Gyesang Middle School, Sung Siwan had grown more tense whenever he smiled like that and silently stared.

When the conversation ended, Sung Siwan spoke in his usual warm tone.

“Let’s go. Don’t you want to see what Dain prepared?”

“...! Yes, I want to go!”

It was as if he was giving a reward to Idam for a job well done.

Gye Idam wanted to visit Ahn Dain’s class but hesitated, fearing an encounter with Jo Yi-shin.

Of course, even if Jo Yi-shin was stationed there, he would still go, but it was obvious he wouldn’t enjoy it peacefully.

But with Sung Siwan there, he felt much more at ease.

Moreover, Sung Siwan added as if he knew what troubled Gye Idam.

“After the festival, let’s gather the juniors of the Jiik Association for an afterparty. It’s on me. Before your term as president ends, you should talk with the juniors.”

“Yes, Siwan hyung!”

Gye Idam’s voice brightened even more.

He felt as if his blood was pumping faster than usual.

The tea house of Class 2-0 had now been turned into a daru (tea house).

Guseulbi gathered the rare plants that had been placed here and there for the botanical garden concept and instead grew bamboo shoots (‘죽실’), quickly grown into full bamboo by Gwangrim’s ‘Green Hand’s Blessing,’ and placed them around.

The lighting was covered with hanji (traditional Korean paper) shades, and some areas had flat floor cushions and low tables installed.

And especially, furniture was changed, and around it were displayed the works of artist Mingrin.

Along with that, tea cups and utensils were changed, and changing the clothing quickly transformed the atmosphere.

The outfit worn this time was a slightly modified version of the martial artist clothing worn during the Bimuyun event of Jeolheukpoongrim.

To the narrator’s eye, it looked similar, but according to Ong Gildong, several previously lacking detailed parts were greatly improved.

‘My outfit was made by Seodol, so I couldn’t alter it, but the tigers added accessories on their own.’

Anyway, since Ong Gildong was mainly in charge of the outfits this time, several existing costumes were utilized to reduce the burden.

Matching the concept, Jin Jeongmuk tied his hair up like a righteous martial artist and looked around with a very relaxed expression.

From a martial artist’s point of view, the previous tea house concept was unique but seemed too overwhelming to enjoy comfortably.

“How does it feel to see the real thing? You didn’t see Green wearing it back then.”

“I... saw it during tea house preparations.”

“Isn’t it different from just briefly wearing it at rehearsal to wearing it properly now with the hair done?”

Yong Jegun, who had gone to check out another class, appeared and started bothering Song Daeseok.

When going on the picnic, Yong Jegun had teased Song Daeseok by writing phrases like, ‘It must be really regrettable not to have seen Green in person on the day of Bimuyun. She looked really good.^^’

But today, Mingrin was wearing an upgraded version of that outfit, surrounded by her works, so Song Daeseok seemed to ease his irritation.

Meanwhile, Yong Jegun had also tried to match the concept somewhat by wearing a jade-colored robe engraved with the insignia of the dragon tribe.

‘Yong Jegun also dressed up. This wasn’t made by Ong Gildong but brought personally.’

He had even braided his usually long loose hair, and it suited him well, so many asked to take pictures of him.

Also, since Dokgo Miro was out watching the festival with Han, the idol was absent, so many who wanted photos lined up even for me.

“Ah... the day has come to see this outfit in real life...”

“You changed the belt! This one suits you well too!”

“Can I film this under the lights? I want to capture the color change of the tiger pattern!”

Many who had been interested in Bimuyun had gathered at this time.

Since it was the time of the daru, perhaps they all came aiming for that.

But the changed belt was extremely thin and mostly hidden under the clothes, so how did they notice?

Could they be repeatedly watching videos or photos of me?

I took pictures while thinking such absurd things.

Meanwhile, besides me, there was another person getting attention.

“I meet Mokryeon Sojeo. Glad to see you. Not just Mokryeon but the base of bamboo suits you well too.”

“Ahaha, hello.”

Many people also gathered around Kim Yuri, who had been noted as a swordsman scattering magnolias during Bimuyun.

Judging by their attire, most were presumed to be related to or followers of Jeolheukpoongrim.

After greeting Jin Jeongmuk, everyone sought out Kim Yuri or me, showing how earnest they were about the sword.

Guseulbi, who heard so much about magnolias, got playful and bloomed magnolias in a corner, creating an additional photo zone where Kim Yuri became a fixed presence.

“Came to see the disciple... but he’s not standing under the bamboo.”

“Accept it, Jukho. Instead, isn’t your disciple’s outfit bamboo leaf color? Be satisfied with that.”

Though Jukho, who came to see Kim Yuri, showed some disappointment, he didn’t whine like other tigers.

When Jukho, wrapped in refreshing energy, came and went in the tea house, Guseulbi immediately recognized him.

Since Jukho had just greeted me and it was obvious they knew each other, Guseulbi asked me.

“Is that the one who gave the bamboo shoots?”

“Yes.”

“The energy felt similar somehow.”

Though the refreshing feeling was similar, to detect the energy itself would require the Insight skill, but Guseulbi was certain.

Growing bamboo personally, she must feel it with a different sense.

Anyway, this concept was very popular, but the climax was when Heukrim’s swordmaster, the team master of Jeolheukpoongrim, came in person.

Being a famous player with a mystique concept who rarely showed himself in the media, he attracted a lot of attention.

The image of Heukrim’s swordmaster drinking tea brought by Jin Jeongmuk in front of the huge landscape painting Mingrin had drawn could have been a scene from a martial arts story.

“Uishin, let’s go have some fun in the meantime. It might be hard later.”

At that moment, Yong Jegun suddenly approached and spoke.

I agreed with the idea but felt uneasy.

What Yong Jegun suggested was somewhat off.

Since Dokgo Miro and Han had returned earlier than expected, it was right to go now if we were to go...

“Yeah, let’s go! Aren’t you hungry? I’ll pay.”

“Wait, you’re not even changing clothes?”

Taking advantage of the commotion, Yong Jegun dragged me out.

Usually, a tiger would jump out and say, ‘Yong Jegun, what are you doing?’ but the white tiger, who must have known the situation, just watched.

Something felt wrong.

The place Yong Jegun dragged me to was the booth of Class 2-1, where a long line had formed.

Yong Jegun entered through an entrance without a line, perhaps because he had a special invitation, and the Class 1 students guarding the entrance just let us in upon seeing our faces.

“Uishin, let’s sit here!”

“...Okay.”

Sitting there in a daze, I immediately realized why Yong Jegun had dragged me here.

The other side also recognized us and barely swallowed a sigh with a small open mouth.

‘It’s the butler outfit.’

Kim Shinrok, wearing a butler outfit, looked at us holding a silver tray with a flushed face.

Moreover, opposite him, the flashy couple wearing red shirts, Jeokho and Ungnyeo, were looking over the menu and ringing a bell.

The ‘ding’ of the bell sounded especially clear and refreshing.