Thud. Helplessly defeated.
Shin Yeon-ho had no intention of invoking any handicap now.
To be honest, with a simple adjustment of the friction coefficient, a typical 2nd Grade Elementary Division student could be made to cry.
But what is this?
He clumsily dropped his wand onto the floor.
He was so focused on the Mariposa Shield that he didn’t even anticipate an attack coming from Na-me’s side.
Putting everything else aside, the rule that Shin Yeon-ho had boldly declared should never have been broken.
Please…
What kind of insults must be pouring out on Na-me’s broadcast right now?
He wished there would at least be a proper explanation, but it seemed his feelings did not reach Na-me.
Na-me was leisurely evaluating the other group’s wands alongside Professor Bae Seo-jin.
“Oh, you added variable resistance to the Whitestone Bridge circuit?”
“Yeah. As you go from quarter bridge to half bridge and then to full bridge, the sensitivity increases, so it can solve the accuracy issue.”
“That’s a creative thought. You should give them a good grade, Professor!”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Good job, Group 2.”
“Yay!”
That’s right.
There was no sign of any duel; they were merely checking if everything was in order.
“Why aren’t you dueling?”
At Shin Yeon-ho’s astonished question, Na-me shrugged her shoulders.
“I never said I was going to duel with everyone here, did I?”
“What do you mean? If you want to get good grades, you need to prove it through duels.”
“I only suggested that because your group made the best wand. Were you planning to have eight people duel against elementary school students?”
“No…!”
“I’m a person too. Don’t you know how hard it is when you duel once?”
He fell silent.
She was only stating the facts, which made him even more frustrated.
The chat window was filled with messages dropping one by one.
Even Yeon-ho, who didn’t usually watch broadcasts, could guess what those words were.
Probably alternating between ‘me’ and ‘sucks.’
“Please spare me! I’m begging you, Na-me! I mean, NoName!”
Desperate, Shin Yeon-ho even bowed before Na-me.
His group members facepalmed as if they were mentally exhausted.
*
Looking at the students from Korea University, I felt like they all seemed somewhat lacking and clumsy, yet incredibly agile and perceptive.
Having never worked in an office, I wondered if this comparison made sense, but it felt like these were the new recruits who burst through a hundred-to-one competition.
I was often surprised by their momentary flashes of creativity and knowledge, and now I kind of understood why they are called Korea’s best talents.
“It was just a joke,”
“Joke… right, it’s the age for pranks… but doing it twice feels like my heart won’t survive…”
Shin Yeon-ho and my broadcast viewers reached a peaceful agreement.
According to Twish’s broadcast culture, he performed a ‘Gran Gesture’ standing on his hands while making a sincere apology.
He never answered the viewers’ question about whom he received the Light Transmutation Circle Inscriber from.
If he said it was from Professor Cheon, it would unnecessarily provoke teenage viewers and turn their parents into spine-breakers.
I still can’t forget the feelings of deprivation and alienation I experienced back when North Face and Canada Goose jackets were all the rage among bullies in my previous life.
“I can’t block internet news.”
“What?”
“There are journalists who sometimes stay in my broadcasts. They occasionally ask me to appear on entertainment shows.”
“Hey! What are we supposed to do now!”
“What do you mean? You have to deal with it. You hit me; why are you blaming me?”
AAAAHHHH! My social reputation!
I did feel a bit sorry.
But it was entertaining.
Neither Shin Yeon-ho nor I fought with all our might, yet I managed to feel that old sense of freedom again.
The issue was my body was just too weak.
Did I twist my leg too hard while executing that back kick? My hip joint ached so much.
Even a mere 1st or 2nd circle spell drained my mana heavily, let alone achieving perfect execution in each one.
My grand spell, ‘Eye of the Typhoon,’ was almost embarrassing to show again.
I clenched my fist and vowed.
Becoming stronger is my priority.
Without relying on past tactics, solely with my own power.
Modern magic may involve many cumbersome steps, but it offered a treasure trove cultivated by countless intellectuals.
Becoming much stronger than before shouldn’t be too unreasonable.
I only hope this tranquility lasts a while.
“Hah…”
Beside me, Shin Yeon-ho searched the web, alternating his name and school, wondering if it would already be trending.
Heaving deep sighs that could make the earth quake was quite pitiful.
“Should I grant you a wish?”
“Will you actually fulfill it if I say it?”
Whoa! Why’d you bite so eagerly?
“As you know, business is all about reciprocal relationships.”
Lately, the earnings from V-tube had been sparse.
That couldn’t happen.
The livelihood of Yuna’s family depended on it.
*
[NoName Official]
[Community Post]
[Hello, this is Maru, the editor for NoName V-tube.
First of all, I’d like to sincerely thank all of you who support NoName.
As our subscribers already know, several games we focus on have been temporarily banned, leading to an inconsistent upload schedule for our broadcasts and videos.
Thus, NoName is struggling to discover various contents that are not limited to just two games and is also planning reality broadcasts.
For the fun of broadcasts, those appearing in the videos without mosaics have given prior permission, but please remember that they are just ordinary individuals.
Also, secondary creations of videos are limited to V-tube and V-tube Shorts, and please note that appearing on the videos as a general individual can result in lawsuits for invasion of portrait rights.
Thank you.]
[Shorts]
[To lose to an 8-year-old~♡ So pathetic~♡ Hurry up and do that Gran Gesture~♡] [View Count: 1.46 million]
[Best Comment]
– Are there two editors for V-tube? [Likes: 3.4k]
└ (NoName Official): Just me. [Likes: 2.1k]
└ I thought the person posting the notice and the one posting the shorts were different people LOL
– Master Ma and that Lu guy LOL
└ Surprisingly, I feel sympathy for that guy getting trapped LOL
└ If it was intentional, what a genius move!
└ How could someone think to trap him like that LOL Evil incarnate!
– Yeon-ho, you better pay double taxes.
└ No, you should at least pay off your national debt.
└ Hilariously funny LOL
└ National debt LOL
└ Ah, it’s been tough on the country lately LOL
– Not super handsome but overall a great character with physical prowess and kindness makes me feel all giddy.
└ Definitely feels like the main character of a web drama LOL
└ Just a top predator!
└ Sigh… He’s so great I’m exhausted just trying to criticize him… I’d rather just confess and go to prison.
└ LOL
– If I see him at the gym, I’ll totally take him down with dumbbells!
└ LOL Don’t even try to exercise!
└ But isn’t that a workout body? He has abs, right?
└ That dude is a fellow student at Altair Academy, but he says he only jogged and did push-ups—he’s actually lost a lot of muscle since high school days.
└ Lock him up. No, send special investigation teams after him!
*
The next day, I watched the video thoroughly.
For some reason, the shabby and embarrassing projects made by the Korea University students made it onto the screen.
Including scenes where the professor and I criticized them.
Wasn’t the promotional video supposed to capture the university’s excellence?
What were they trying to achieve by showcasing this embarrassing side?
But the staff from the promotional team reassured me that it was perfectly fine. Nowadays, people are more receptive to these human aspects.
“So what? It’s Korea University.”
In fact, they might just not value it as much as I thought.
The length had unexpectedly piled up, so I decided to attend just one more class.
Thanks to Shin Yeon-ho’s urgent request, the next destination was naturally decided.
[Symbolic Logic (113.227) – Department of Philosophy]
The Department of Philosophy’s curriculum was somewhat unique.
Students who meet the graduation requirements by the end of their 3rd year are forced to take comprehensive courses in their entire 4th year, with 16 credits in the first semester and 17 credits in the second semester.
As a result, students with a busy curriculum, rivaling that of law or medical students, showed exceptional attendance during the summer semester.
“In the symbolic logic class, there’s a Ban So-wool from Aspen Academy. She has long brown curly hair, probably around 165 cm tall, with an oval face and fair skin.”
Although it was a day off, Shin Yeon-ho, who had followed me to school, stood at the front of the Humanities College building and described her appearance.
“Do you want me to get her number?”
His hair bobbed up and down.
If only he could at least fix it with some wax.
“Do you like her?”
“…! No, no, not like that…”
“Isn’t it more meaningful for you to get her number yourself? Why are you asking me?”
“You’ll understand when you get there…”
He spoke with a gloomy expression.
At the time, I had no idea what he was trying to say…
Creeeak—
Cautiously opening the back door of the small lecture room, I was instantly hit by a warm wave of heat carried by the fan.
I had already given the heads-up to the philosophy professor, but it seemed the students were still unaware.
As the students stared in disbelief, one finally recognized me and suddenly erupted into applause.
“Eureka!”
When I say erupted, I mean it literally.
The sound of applause exploded from his palms.
At that moment, the other male students began to stir their integrated desks, awkwardly standing up to welcome me.
“Hello…?”
I cautiously attempted to start.
Male, male, male.
Wait, why are there so many males? I thought the philosophy department had a gender ratio of 1:1.
While a young male professor cleared his throat, a muscular man with sun-kissed skin waved at me, revealing a perfect set of teeth.
Where’s the philosopher, and why are there only iron men here?
As the man attempted to shake my hand, he suddenly pulled it back.
“We just finished playing soccer, and we’re still sweating.”
I thought I had walked into an all-boys school.
Ha… Ha… I chuckled awkwardly, trying to respond appropriately.
Eventually, the seemingly frail philosophy professor arrived, introduced me to the students.
Standing in front of them made it clear.
It wasn’t that there weren’t many males.
There were only males.
Except for one person.
“Though everyone here knows you, NoName student has decided to come for a one-day experience in the symbolic logic class. We really welcome you. Feel free to sit anywhere; is there a particular spot you’d like to take?”
Two seats in the front row of three connected desks were already taken.
On the right edge, a muscular monster, similar to the one I saw earlier, was typing away enthusiastically.
And in the center was a woman with sunken eyes, smiling brightly while clearly gazing at me.
She was the only woman in this class.
“Ah! Can I sit next to Ban So-wool? Is that okay for her?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Na-me, do you want to sit here?”
The beautiful girl, tapping her fingers on the desk, spread a fragrant shampoo scent through the sweaty classroom air.
Through the semi-transparent window, I saw the worried expression of Shin Yeon-ho gazing at me.
Ah… so that’s why I couldn’t approach her carelessly.
This woman has a ton of armored knights around her.
If I accidentally offended her, it would be certain that the philosophy department boys would fold me in half.
“Nice to meet you.”
“Yes, nice to meet you too.”
Ban So-wool, an exemplary student, sat upright and listened to the class.
As the professor began writing logical symbols on the blackboard, the guy next to me quickly started typing away.
Meanwhile, Ban So-wool kept her focus on the blackboard, gently stroking my hand resting on the desk as if tending to a puppy.
“Your hands are pretty.”
She whispered softly.
“Ah, yes… thank you.”
Well, I am young, so it’s only natural.
Suddenly, her palm snugly fit around mine, squeezing it tightly.
“…?”
“Want to arm wrestle later?”
“Excuse me…?”
Ban So-wool grinned with a giggle.
Is she really a crazy woman?
