Chapter 261: Let’s Go! To the Final Exams! (2)
Kyung-joon, who had gone missing, returned covered in blood!
“Kyung-joon?!”
“Why, why, why are you like this?!”
“Blood, it’s blood…!”
The classroom instantly turned into chaos!
Unfazed by the commotion, Kyung-joon strode forward and stood before the math teacher.
“Sorry I’m late. I’ll go straight to my seat. Please give me the OMR sheet.”
Kyung-joon spoke calmly, extending his hand.
“K, Kyung-joon, you…! Y, Your whole body is covered in…! We need to go to the nurse’s office, no, the hospital…!”
The flustered math teacher urged Kyung-joon to go to the hospital immediately.
However, Kyung-joon firmly shook his head, cutting off the teacher.
“It’s all dried blood. The wounds have mostly healed. More importantly, the exam’s about to start, so please give me the OMR sheet.”
“B, But…! How can you say that?! In your current state, how can you just ignore it and take the exam…?”
Once again, Kyung-joon interrupted the teacher, firmly asserting his point.
“Or should we postpone the entire sophomore exam because of me? Are you confident you can handle the consequences?”
“T, The consequences and confidence aside, in your current state…”
“I’m confident I can handle my current state. As you can see, I even came in through the window because I was afraid of being late for the exam. But I’m not so sure about handling the backlash from other students and parents if the exam gets postponed because of me. If I get ostracized because of this, can you take responsibility, Teacher?”
“W, Well, that……”
“We’ve already wasted 10 seconds talking like this. The exam starts in 20 seconds. I’ll just hand out the OMR sheets and exam papers myself.”
Kyung-joon picked up the stack of OMR sheets and the exam papers divided by row from the teacher’s desk.
And then.
Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!
As if possessed by a card magician, Kyung-joon accurately distributed the exam papers and OMR sheets to a total of five rows!
It took less than 3 seconds to distribute everything.
Thud!
Kyung-joon pushed off the floor from the front of the classroom!
Whoosh!
“Gasp?!”
“Eek?!”
“W, What…!”
In the blink of an eye, Kyung-joon arrived at his seat and began to clear the post-it notes, flowers, and other items from his desk at lightning speed.
It took less than 10 seconds to clear everything.
Then, he glanced warmly at the neatly arranged tokens of his friends’ affection beside his seat.
“Thanks for worrying about me, guys, and sorry for making you worry. But as you can see, I’m not dead yet. Let’s finish the exam quickly and go eat lunch. Your boy here will treat you to meat. So hurry up and get ready for the exam.”
And so.
Class 2-7 began their most bizarre final exam ever.
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“Here… but are you really okay…?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry and focus on your exam, Jinwoo. You’re aiming for a university in Seoul, right?”
“Y, Yeah…”
Kyung-joon received the first exam paper, Math.
‘Good, it’s all stuff I know.’
After quickly skimming through the exam paper, Kyung-joon was relieved.
He had spent the past month studying to save his life, not for school.
Although he had confidently come to take the exam, he couldn’t help but feel uncertain, having not attended classes or specifically prepared for it. He had no idea about the exam scope or the important topics.
Fortunately, it seemed like the first Math exam wouldn’t be a problem, thanks to the nature of the subject, which emphasized fundamental skills over memorization.
However, not all subjects were like Math.
‘But I might draw a blank on the Korean History exam in the second period.’
No matter how much his body and mind had improved due to the transfer of Infinite Knowledge Seeker’s abilities to reality, it was impossible to guess the answers to subjects he hadn’t studied for at all.
He might be able to manage Math and Science using his prior knowledge, but for subjects like Social Studies and Korean History, which relied heavily on memorization, he was clueless.
However.
It was Kyung-joon’s job to solve the impossible.
Instead of reading the exam paper, Kyung-joon suddenly…
Woong.
…began to focus his mana throughout his body.
‘…The mana circuit hasn’t fully taken root yet, but it’s enough to activate the engraved Imprinting.’
Kyung-joon hadn’t come to the exam hall unprepared.
‘I might not have studied for the finals, but I did all the preparation for it.’
He hadn’t studied, but he had prepared for the finals?
What an incomprehensible statement.
But that incomprehensible statement…
Ding!
…appeared before Kyung-joon’s eyes in the form of a status window.
[Blue Jay]
▶2nd Year, 2nd Semester Final Exams
▶If_Successor_is_Otherworlder.txt
▶World→Reality_Teleportation_Teemo.txt
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Unbelievable!
But for Kyung-joon, it was entirely possible.
This wasn’t the status window from the World; it was Kyung-joon activating the Imprinting of the status window engraved on his mana core.
In other words, the status window floating before his eyes was a pseudo-status window that Kyung-joon had replicated in reality using mana.
Woong.
When Kyung-joon clicked on ‘2nd Year, 2nd Semester Final Exams’ with his mana, a new status window popped up.
[Select Subject]
▶Math
▶Science
▶Korean History
▶Social Studies
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He had transferred the content of the second semester of his sophomore year of high school in reality to the World using the ancestral magic quantum computer.
Then, he had Teemo summarize and organize it, and transferred it back to reality, storing it in the form of Imprinting on Kyung-joon’s mana core.
It was still extremely difficult to freely manipulate Imprinting with his current magical abilities in reality.
However…
…the most basic part of Imprinting—’storing data’—wasn’t too difficult.
Woong.
When Kyung-joon gathered his mana again and clicked on Math, all the formulas and equations related to the second semester finals appeared before his eyes.
If the teacher or any other student saw this, they would surely cry foul and accuse him of cheating!
But it was fine.
After all, in reality, only Kyung-joon could sense and manipulate mana!
To others, the space in front of Kyung-joon was nothing but empty air.
< (ｰ̀εｰ́;;)>
<Whether in the World or on Earth, Master is probably the first and last person to cheat like this.>
‘It’s not cheating. Don’t exaggerate.’
Teemo and Kyung-joon were communicating using only mana.
‘Cheating is secretly writing down answers on your phone or paper, or peeking at someone else’s. I’m looking at what’s inside my own body, so it’s not cheating at all. What’s the difference between retrieving information stored in my head and what I’m doing now?’
<The difference is that I can tell you the answer. The answer to that question is number 3.>
‘Oh, you’re right. Thanks.’
Kyung-joon marked the answer Teemo told him on the OMR sheet.
Then, he transferred his mana back to his smartphone and said,
‘Teemo, I think I can handle Math on my own. Save your mana and let’s talk again during the Korean History exam.’
Currently, Kyung-joon’s physical abilities in reality were only about 3% of what they were in the World.
He needed to conserve his mana for emergencies.
<Understood. Then just write down the solutions on the exam paper, and I’ll review them for you at the end.>
‘Okay. That won’t take much mana. Alright.’
Woong.
Kyung-joon deactivated his mana and made the status window disappear.
No one around him seemed to notice Kyung-joon’s use of mana.
After confirming this, Kyung-joon began to solve the Math problems at a furious pace, just like he always did in the game.
Scribble, scribble, scribble!
Flip, flip, flip!
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The first day of the final exams.
After both the 1st period Math exam and the 2nd period Korean History exam were over, Kyung-joon, who everyone thought would head straight to the hospital or the police station, went to the teacher’s office.
During the break between the 1st and 2nd periods, Kyung-joon had quickly washed up in the shower room and changed into his gym uniform.
He was now in the teacher’s office, letting the Math teacher examine his arms and legs.
It wasn’t anything strange.
“Really… there’s not a single scratch. Then what was all that blood about before…?”
“Ah, that was animal blood from an experiment. I was going to wash up and come, but I thought I’d be late for the exam, so I came straight here.”
“…Right, the experiment. I did hear about it.”
The Math teacher told Kyung-joon about what he had heard from the school.
“You were secretly involved in a special activity with Seolha Group for a month… and the details are confidential, as they could affect the nation and Seolha Group.”
“Yes, that’s what I heard too.”
“Hmm……”
After confirming that Kyung-joon’s body was free of any injuries, the Math teacher let go of his hand and leaned back in his chair.
Then, with a rather uncomfortable expression, he continued,
“Considering what happened during the Biology practical exam last time, I guess it makes sense.”
Kyung-joon, who had been missing for a month, was now being treated as if he had been secretly conducting joint research and experiments with Seolha Group during that time.
The school had received direct instructions from the Ministry of Education to change all of his absences during that month to special attendance for his special activities.
It was a feeling that was difficult to put into words.
Or rather, it felt more like something one shouldn’t pry into too deeply.
He had a strong feeling that if he recklessly dug deeper, his career as a teacher would be over.
“Phew.”
The Math teacher took a moment to collect himself.
He decided to remind himself of his position.
To Kyung-joon, the Math teacher was nothing more than a college entrance exam instructor.
He was nothing more, nothing less.
“Okay. Anyway, that’s that. This incident won’t be a problem for your college entrance exams. If anything, it’ll be a huge plus on your application. But even so, you still need to fulfill the required attendance days and hours set by the Ministry of Education, and you’ll have to retake the practical exams you missed. So, you’ll have to come to school during the vacation and catch up with the other students. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, I understand.”
In the end, the issue of Kyung-joon’s one-month absence was smoothly resolved. He would attend supplementary classes during the winter vacation, catch up on missed practical exams, and everything would be fine.
‘As expected of Seolha Group. They’re quick to handle things.’
It was a much more plausible and less problematic solution than Kyung-joon’s initial plan of pretending to have been kidnapped by gangsters and almost losing his organs.
“Alright, then let’s leave it at that. Now hurry along. And take your friends, who seem to have gathered outside, with you.”
━Hey, hey. Can you hear what they’re saying?
━No, I can’t hear anything.
━I’m trying to read their lips… Ah, ah! Stop pushing!
The hallway outside the teacher’s office was packed with classmates who had come to see Kyung-joon.
“Haha. Okay.”
Kyung-joon rose from his seat, gave a light bow, and made his way to the door.
Click.
As he opened the door to the teacher’s office and stepped out into the hallway…
“Hey, hey, hey! What did you talk about with the teacher?”
“Is everything really okay? What about all the blood?”
“We heard you were missing, how did you come back?”
…the hallway erupted into chaos, just as he had expected.
In the midst of the heated commotion…
Step, step, step.
…a lone female student approached, exuding a cold and somber aura.
“Hey, Lee Kyung-joon. I need to talk to you.”
Yoo Seol-ha.
For the first time in her life, the girl who had always walked past everyone with an air of aloofness, had taken the initiative to confront someone.
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