It’s an Academic Fact That Rankers Are Model Students – Chapter 190

Chapter 190: How to Invite Kyung-joon to the Festival (2)

Edict was bloodthirsty to bring Kyung-joon no matter what!

However, bringing Kyung-joon officially through the head of the department was virtually impossible.

The department’s name had been changed through an official document, and a new class on scroll programming had been announced, but the date was still undecided.

And he was not a member of the Hooli family to wait until then.

If they couldn’t bring Kyung-joon officially, they could just ask Kyung-joon to come in person!

Edict made a grand declaration in front of his classmates from the Scroll Department, no, the Department of Scroll and Scroll Programming.

“We, the Scroll Department, will shoot up a huge~! Enormous firework so that Kyung-joon-nim, who is somewhere far away, can see it during the talent show!”

The Fairy-Elven Magic Academy’s student festival lasted for a total of three weeks, and on the last day of the first week, Sunday, a talent show was held at the Fael Square, where all departments had to participate at least once.

On this day, Edict wanted to have fireworks.

Fireworks on a grand scale that even Kyung-joon, hundreds or thousands of kilometers away from Fael University, could see.

“…..Do you think that makes sense?”

Teclyn immediately retorted to Edict’s absurd declaration.

However, there was surprisingly a basis for it.

“What Ezeri did for her master’s qualifying exams was the same fireworks as ours.”

During her master’s qualifying exams, Ezeri shot a short farewell message to Kyung-joon high into the sky.

Edict was planning to do the same thing for the festival talent show.

The only difference was the ‘scale’.

“How Ezeri wrote the scroll is all in the paper. We just need to make it ten times, a hundred times bigger… no, almost a thousand times bigger. If it’s that high and big, it’ll probably reach Kyung-joon-nim, who’s probably lost in thought while looking up at the night sky.”

Edict had no doubt that Kyung-joon would see the fireworks and letter they shot up.

He was lost in thought as he looked up at the sky where the sun had not yet set.

Teclyn next to him had an absurd expression on her face.

“How do you know he’s lost in thought every night when you’ve never even met him?”

“Well, I know because we’re connected by faith!”

Kyung-joon, who was connected to the elf on the other side of the world without even realizing it.

“And Kyung-joon-nim is coming to be a professor! It’s like a welcome ceremony in advance! As well as a festival!”

“Ugh……”

Teclyn closed her eyes as if she was tired of arguing.

‘……But it’s not a bad idea.’

Shooting up huge fireworks that even Kyung-joon, thousands of kilometers away, could see.

Even if Kyung-joon didn’t see it because he wasn’t contemplating the night sky that day, if it was that big, rumors would spread and he would find out about it later.

And even more so if the message written on the fireworks was about Kyung-joon.

‘Plus, it’s good for studying and research purposes.’

Most magic studies and research are based on what already exists.

The basic direction is to slightly modify and add to what is already complete.

For example, making the Energy Bolt bigger, or compressing it much smaller and denser.

The ‘enormous fireworks’ that Edict mentioned this time were similar.

The process of taking what Ezeri had written using Kyung-joon’s scroll programming and rewriting it on a much larger scale.

That alone would be a tremendous study for the Scroll Department students.

‘And it fits the concept of a festival.’

Edict’s suggestion, which seemed to have come out of nowhere, surprisingly had all the elements in place.

The problem was whether the other Scroll Department classmates would accept this ridiculous suggestion……

“Sounds fun? Let’s make some freaking huge, magnificent, and beautiful fireworks. Haha.”

“Typical Scroll Department, we gotta do what the class president says.”

“Eek! Senior Edict’s romance is amazing! Six times amazing! Seven times amazing!”

……Surprisingly, the classmates’ reactions were very positive.

Like class president, like classmates.

They already knew it when they elected the reckless Edict as their class president.

“Sigh.”

Teclyn let out a chuckle without realizing it.

But seeing the corners of her lips slightly raised, she didn’t seem to hate it either.

In the end, she couldn’t help but join her classmates, saying,

“Okay. Let’s try this Kyung-joon-nim summoning technique. But if we’re going to do it, let’s do it right.”

“Of course! Let’s go for the Kyung-joon-nim summoning ritual!”

Following the class president and classmates, Teclyn, who was practically the second-in-command of the Scroll Department, also joined in, further fueling the momentum.

And so, the Scroll Department’s talent show, also known as a letter to Kyung-joon-nim, was launched.

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A week passed by in a flash, and it was Sunday, the last day of the first week of the festival.

Tonight, a talent show featuring all the departments of Fairy-Elven Magic Academy was being held.

It was a day to relieve the stress accumulated from studying and to show off the magic they had honed!

“Talent show, my ass. I’m so tired of this.”

Zot Kalisberg, the Rep of the Magic Tool Department, also had to participate in the talent show tonight.

But his surroundings were deserted, with no classmates in sight.

Unlike other talent show participants, who were bustling with excitement.

“Haha…… Our department kids may be good at studying, but they’re not so good at this kind of stuff, are they?”

The only classmate next to Zot was Keron Funes, who had been his friend since their freshman year.

“They’re not just not good, they’re completely hopeless! Hopeless!”

Zot cursed his Magic Tool Department classmates and kicked a pebble on the ground.

The Magic Tool Department had good job prospects, a bright future, and an excellent faculty, but it had one drawback: it was extremely unpopular.

The reason was that it had a stronger feeling of dwarven ‘technology’ than the ‘magic’ of other pure magic departments.

For this reason, almost all fairies didn’t choose it, and only a very small number of elves did.

Moreover, since there were many foreign students from other races, such as dwarves and humans, the department unity was terrible.

Aside from their races, they were also the kind of people who had difficulty getting along with each other.

“What? They’d rather tinker with magic tools in their rooms than enjoy the festival? These guys who don’t even know how to have fun!”

The students of the Magic Tool Department preferred to be cooped up in their rooms rather than hang out with people during the festival.

They were the kind of people who wouldn’t bat an eyelid even if one of their classmates got eaten by Minto Morco.

In fact, it said it all that Zot became the class president because it was decided by drawing lots.

“W, Well, at least preparing for the festival and the talent show was easy. They made what I asked them to make……”

Keron tried to defend his classmates, but it only fueled Zot’s anger.

“Yeah, they made it well! But you know what? I think I’ve received dozens of magic tools and parts so far, but I’ve never seen their faces even once!”

The magic tool that the Magic Tool Department would present at this talent show, which was created by the combined efforts of all the students in the department.

However, the process of completing the magic tool was quite something.

Someone was in charge of Part A, someone was in charge of Part B, someone was in charge of Parts D to F… They divided the parts they were responsible for in detail and decided on them.

And they even decided on the location to deliver and retrieve the parts they made, so in the end, they completed the magic tool to be used for this talent show without ever seeing each other’s faces.

At this point, Zot even wondered if the Magic Tool Department students, except for him and Keron, actually existed.

“This is not what I had in mind for the festival! This is not what campus life at a magic academy is supposed to be like! At least during the festival, we should see each other’s faces! Cooperate with each other! And through that, we can build friendships and love! You know?!”

Zot, finally bursting out with the frustration he had accumulated as the class president.

“Ugh……!”

Suddenly, Zot clutched his forehead.

A sudden headache.

“Ouch…… Damn it…… I guess the back of my head I got hit back then has spread to my forehead now.”

The humiliating memory of being defeated in a war of words at the Scroll Department booth a few days ago and getting hit in the back of the head came flooding back to Zot.

As he recalled it, it felt like the back of his head, as well as his forehead, was hurting again.

“Really? I think I’m all healed……”

On the other hand, Keron, who had been hit in the back of the head as well, was fine.

“Damn it…… It hurts, it hurts…… Sh|t…… Back then…… I should’ve just…… smashed their heads……”

Zot muttered to himself as he gripped his forehead tighter.

He gripped his hand so tightly that his fingernails dug into his skin, causing blood to trickle down his forehead.

Then, Zot’s pupils contracted rapidly, and his eyes became bloodshot.

“It hurts…… It hurts so much…… This is all because of that otherworlder Kyung-joon…… That guy is coming to be a professor at our school……? I’ll never…… I’ll never accept it……”

By the way, thanks to Edict spreading the word, Kyung-joon was already established as the new professor of the Scroll Department among the students.

“Why do I have to study honestly…… My grades are like this…… I failed graduate school and have to retake it…… But that otherworlder b@stard without any connections…… This is nepotism…… I can’t accept it…… I can’t accept it, I can’t accept it, I can’t accept it……”

Zot suddenly started muttering like a madman.

“So I have to kill him… Kill… Kill, kill, kill… I’ll kill him… I’ll kill him… Scroll Department… Scroll programming… Kyung-joon… Kyung-joon, Kyung-joon, Kyung-joon, Kyung-joon, Kyung-joon, Kyung-joon, Kyung-joon…”

An indescribable aura began to envelop him faintly.

It was hard to see in the darkness under the black evening sky.

But the color of the aura was clearly that of pitch-black mana.

“H, Hey……! Zot! What’s wrong?!”

Keron urgently called out to Zot, who suddenly seemed strange.

Swoosh!

The black mana that had been enveloping Zot’s head disappeared without a trace, like a ghost.

“You’re bleeding!”

Keron shook Zot’s shoulder.

“Oh, uh. Blood.”

Zot came to his senses.

He roughly wiped the blood from his forehead with his sleeve.

He didn’t seem to be in much pain, nor did he seem to care much.

“Zot, are you sure you’re okay…?”

Keron asked, feeling a bit uneasy about Zot, who seemed different from usual.

Ding!

[Next up is the Scroll Department! The next performer, the Magic Tool Department, please move backstage and get ready!]

Just then, a status window popped up due to the announcement magic.

Zot’s eyes narrowed.

Perhaps it was because of the incident earlier, but now even the mere sight of the word ‘scroll’ made Zot feel bad.

“Keron! Let’s go!”

Zot passed by Keron and headed backstage first.

“Uh, yeah.”

Keron felt a sense of unease but followed behind Zot for now.

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“Teclyn! I fixed it! Turns out the reason it got stuck in an infinite mana loop was because I used = instead of == for the equality condition in the if statement inside the while loop, so the break wasn’t triggered!”

“Just get up here already!”

Thump, thump, thump!

Edict climbed the stairs as if he was being dragged by Teclyn’s urging.

As he reached the top of the stairs and came out to the front of the stage, the night view of the festival greeted him.

At the same time.

The talent show host, dressed in a red blazer jacket like a circus costume, shouted using amplification magic.

“Alright! Next up is the Scroll Department! No, the Department of Scroll and Scroll Programming! Let’s all welcome them with a big round of applause!”

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