I Became the Academy’s Genius Shikigami Summoner – Chapter 10.2

Chapter 10.2

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Cheong Juhwa couldn’t even argue back. She knew better than anyone the influence that the title of direct bloodline and rising star of the Cheong family held.

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Cheong Haram, who had been looking at Cheong Juhwa with a bitter face, glanced around and said,

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“Just in case, is there anyone who wants to pair up with her?”

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No one could answer. The second-year students, who knew her usual behavior, were all busy avoiding Cheong Haram’s gaze.

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Simply being in the same grade wasn’t enough to stand up to her; she was on a completely different level.

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Just as Cheong Haram smiled in satisfaction, the teacher in charge of the class finally entered the lecture hall. He was a middle-aged man in a plain suit, someone I didn’t recognize.

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“My apologies for being late due to a meeting. Let’s start the class right away.”

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「𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.」

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Ding.

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【Yoon Ilrok】

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▶Level 39

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▶Ability Scores

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【Stamina: C】

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【Spiritual Power: B-】

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【Spellcraft: B-】

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【Mental Strength: C+】

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▶Traits (4/10)

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【Eloquence (B+)】

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【Delayed Aging (C+)】

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【Researcher (C)】

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【Crisis Perception (D)】

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As a faculty member, his level was higher than that of the students nearby, but his overall ability was just average. He was the type who focused on his role as a teacher rather than being a field agent.

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「𝙃𝙚’𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙢.」

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Cheong Haram seemed to realize this as well and smiled faintly. From this point on, the rest was obvious.

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“Hmm?”

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Yoon Ilrok, who was puzzled by the strange atmosphere in the lecture hall, was interrupted by Cheong Haram.

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“Teacher, is there a problem?”

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“Oh, no, it’s just. . . . . . .”

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Yoon Ilrok made a face as if he had made a mistake.

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Perhaps he had activated his Crisis Perception trait and grasped the general situation.

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Yoon Ilrok glanced at Cheong Juhwa, who had her head bowed deeply, and chose to look away.

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“Let’s proceed with the class.”

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Cheong Haram smiled in satisfaction, while Cheong Juhwa, who realized the bleak future that awaited her, bit her lip tightly.

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“In this class, we will learn about the positive. . . . . . through exchanges between students of different grades.”

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Yoon Ilrok briefly explained the outline of the class. After that, the formation of teams began immediately.

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“. . . . . .So, I hope you will find a partner who can help you grow through meaningful conversations. You will have 30 minutes to do so.”

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As soon as he finished speaking, the students began to move busily.

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Some had already decided on their partners, while others were checking each other’s backgrounds and specialties, looking for someone they liked.

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However, no one approached Cheong Juhwa.

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No one even dared to look at her.

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Cheong Haram, who was smiling, said to Cheong Juhwa, who looked desperate,

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“There’s no place for you here.”

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“. . . . . . .”

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“So, get out of the academy.”

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Cheong Juhwa couldn’t even lift her head, but Cheong Haram seemed to think it wasn’t enough and tried to open her mouth again.

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And I slowly began to walk towards the two of them.

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Thud.

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Thud.

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At first, my footsteps were drowned out by the sound of conversation.

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However, as I continued, the surroundings gradually grew quiet, and one by one, people’s gazes began to focus on me.

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Murmur. Murmur.

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『Hey, who’s that kid? Didn’t he hear what she said just now?』

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『It’s Han Kang-yoon. Is he really going to. . . . . . .』

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『Why is he doing that? Is he crazy?』

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The whispers buzzed in my ears, but I didn’t care about them. After all, I had been hearing the same things over and over again since the entrance ceremony a week ago.

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Thud. Thud.

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With each step I took, tension filled the lecture hall. Some people gulped so loudly that it was audible, while others turned their heads and checked the situation with sidelong glances.

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Thud.

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Finally, when the silence had settled and only the sound of my footsteps echoed, I was able to reach the two of them.

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“. . .I’m sorry, but aren’t you allowed to form teams with second-year students?”

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Cheong Haram approached me with a grin. Of course, she didn’t mean it literally. It was a kind of threat and warning, telling me that this was my last chance to turn back before things got out of hand.

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Naturally, I had a prepared response to that.

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I smiled back at Cheong Haram and calmly replied,

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“I know.”

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That was the moment when everyone in the lecture hall completely froze.

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