SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Chapter 131

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“I know it's rude, but I took the case about you.”

A commotion passed and we gathered at the table.

The dye is Noontangi and Bamtangi.

I had a lump protruding from the top of my head.

I got hit by one while being scolded by the master...

“These incidents need to be put down very early or buried in time.

The latter is usually preferred, but this time the timing was bad.

Because the political world is quiet and my uncle’s concert was scheduled in 10 days.”

Raviel skillfully picked out the cockles and ate it with chopsticks.

Whoops, whoops.

Raviel with chopsticks was there.

it existed 'beautiful.' Ah, I was grateful that chopsticks were developed.

Even the chopsticks would probably be amazed at Rabiel's writing.

no doubt At the end of the day, the fact that a bastard like a bastard is called [Uncle Father] twists his belly and twists his insides.

“… … boyfriend." "Yes?" “Don’t look hot.”

Raviel said as if in trouble.

“Turn your eyes.

Or bow your head.

I'm talking to my boyfriend's parents right now.

I don't want to show a manly thing in front of my mother and father." "Yes… .”

He quietly bowed his head.

And I ate rice...

What is this little bastard? How delicious is that? Is the spirit behind this over? Did Huo-ryeong actually have a knack for cooking? Your worldview is shaking...

"Ah.

But please don't use the name "Auntie".

That guy doesn't deserve to be called that by Raviel.

Just tell me I'm a bitch." “Hey, you bastard.

I forgot a lot of stuff while I couldn't see you, didn't you?" “Hmm.”

Master gave the accompaniment slowly.

“Actually, it’s a little embarrassing.

Miss Raviel.

If you're for Confucius, then I'll understand, but as you know, Suha doesn't have a good relationship with Confucius.

Was it necessary to help subordinates while using the power of the family?”

"There is not." Raviel said quietly.

“I just wanted to show it to my mother and father.”

“Show me? What do you mean?”

“You two are probably underestimating our love.

A game enjoyed by the young lady of a conglomerate family.

Good memories of my school days.

life experience.

You will see it that way, in a good way or in a bad way.”

Raviel's voice echoed across the table.

“But I am serious.

We sincerely intend to welcome you into our new family.

Even in my family, there are voices against my relationship, but I will suppress all such opposition.

I dealt with this case to show the two of my abilities and determination.”

"......." "Please allow the two of us to marry.

mother.

father." Master smiled bitterly.

“… … A very undeserving child has come to my son.

thanks.

It's strange to see a son being loved.

Still, I didn’t raise it in vain.”

Master.

“Wow, Mr.

So, are we the son-in-law of a conglomerate now? Kyaa, my singing career is over.

it's over.

There, Jesu! There are singers entering China these days, and our group...

.”

“Suha.

If you have another accident, don't erase it from your genealogy.

Know how to break the ties between parents and children.”

"Huh?" "no.

This will not be enough.

Go to the person who was assaulted by you and cut your hair.

Get on your knees and ask for an apology.

I will not recognize you as a member of the family until you receive an apology.”

“Uh, Mom!?”

I looked at the scene of the table quietly.

"......." Home.

parents.

What I didn't have.

Raviel returned after receiving official permission to marry.

The date of the meeting was held.

The background commander said, “Khahaha! I'll have to match my son with a suit! It's faster than I thought!" and laughed.

"......." Master and Bae Hueryeong's occupations were writers.

After Raviel passed away, the house became quiet, and the sound of the two of them working softly spread through the quiet living room.

Master wrote with a pencil.

With a cup of coffee beside him, Master occasionally wrote a few letters on the manuscript, and thought for a long time.

Master's side face was still in thought.

He wrote with a typewriter.

Tick, tick.

The sound of the typing rang softly and rhythmically.

While I was writing, Hueryeong was frowning like an angry sea otter.

Occasionally he would go to the kitchen and bring his own cocktails.

"......." A quiet world.

'Why?' The next morning, when I went to school, I couldn't quite understand it.

'Why is this the trauma of Salcheonseong?' Students in uniforms passed by on the way to school.

They were all faces I had seen somewhere, or they were familiar for some reason.

"good morning! Seniors!" Among them, there were even students who bowed their heads as soon as they saw me.

Loose front buttons.

Excessively tight pants.

shortened skirt.

Students who wanted to play a little no matter where they looked, bowed their backs to me.

“Did you sleep well last night!”

“… … Sima-kun?”

It was none other than the members of the Magic Church.

A middle school student who looks just like Wolyeongma-gun tilted his head.

“Are you Sama-kun? We are the four kings of Shinseo Middle and High School.

Seniors." "crazy… … "Is it true that Sama-kun is an Iljin in this world? I am the leader of those gangs? Then it means that the high-ranking chaebol and the student council president of the chaebol have the right to exercise authority.

“Hey, you guys… why are you acting like an asshole? Let me do it.

No, I’ve been studying.

Please disband Iljin or whatever.”

"We're getting along well these days! Didn't your sunbaenim tell you to be as self-disciplined as possible while dating Queenka! “It’s not… that’s it.

The Four Heavenly Kings? Besides, you guys, call Raviel Queen? It’s crazy.”

"Joe, don't use respectful words.

Senior! It's scary!" My surprise continued even after I entered the classroom: "Attention.

Salute to the teacher!" Hei Ryong-ju was the class leader in our class.

He was dressed neatly.

Just looking at the atmosphere, I thought he was just a model student.

"Yes!" "Those who hide in secret.

If caught by me, they will die.

Ummm? Do you understand?" And the viper was the homeroom teacher in our class.

With a face that couldn't tell if this was a teacher or a gangster, the viper was swaying on the podium, holding a stick in one hand.

Hei Dragon Joo walked around the classroom with a storage box.

The students voluntarily or dissatisfied, put out their cell phones.

Not a smartphone, but a folder phone.

Or a slide phone.

Just passed by, quietly without saying anything, 'Huh?' I looked around, and I was the only student who passed by without a word, the Count (※It was a classmate!) and the Paladin (※It was also a classmate!) meekly put out their cell phones.

An unfamiliar name.

Hearing my voice, the Black Dragon Zhu turned his back.

The black eyes that fell silently looked at me.

"...what?" “Because I didn’t take my cell phone.

Here.”

I got up and put my cell phone in the box.

I felt very uncomfortable when I used half-words to Hei Ryong-Ju.

Maybe I was the only one who felt uncomfortable, and He looked at me with a surprised face.

You fix it.”

"Huh?" "Yeah, nothing.

Forget it." Hei Ryong-ju lightly shook his head and walked to the front row.

On the podium, the viper teacher was smiling brightly.

"Hey, the day is coming when Gongja Kim of the world gives out his cell phone.

Guys, take a good look! There is no need.

As long as there is love, humans change on their own.

You too, go to college and work hard to find you.”

The paladin raised his hand and said, "Sir, Gongja Kim is going to Seoul National University.

He told me seriously." “Hey, is that strange? I heard that I was going to Oxford.”

The Earl laughed out loud, "The student council president said that he was going to study abroad.

He said he would follow me no matter what." "Um.

It's saying that the downgrade application is Seoul National University and the upward application is Oxford.

Indeed, Gongja Kim.

He is a man with a different level of view than ours..." The students giggled.

The people leading the mood in this class were like the Paladin and the Count, and among them, the Count laughed.

“…it’s kind of a meddling.”

Black Dragon Zhu replied bluntly.

I was wearing a school uniform, but it was a subtle feeling because everyone knew the face.

No.

It wasn't [all].

"......." The back row.

A window seat.

There, yesterday, on the rooftop stairs.

A student I met at the school was sitting there, keeping his notebook open and quietly writing something down.

The wind blew from the window, the curtains were waving.

The child was small enough to be covered by the curtains.

So the student peeked through the curtains and hid them repeatedly.

A thin curtain is like a curtain, the child.

is a few steps away from the classroom: “Ah, hello everyone…?”

Then someone came into the classroom and said, “The first class is math… Hey, isn’t it?”

"Yes, teacher." “Okay, then I’ll start class…”

It was a pharmacist, 'I'm not surprised anymore.' What would be more surprising when Sima-gun ascended to the throne as the Four Heavenly Kings and Yeom-je became the older brother? Even Angler and Geum-sa-mae formed an idol group and sang together with Yum-je.

It's just that a pharmacist is a math teacher, it's nothing.

Cancer , not like that...

The workday passed in an instant.

“Confucius-hyung! Let’s play together!”

As we left the restaurant at lunchtime, middle school students flocked in.

The 10th floor, the children we saw at [Hide and Seek in Hell's Mansion].

"......." "You're just studying these days! Play with us! ”

“Let’s play soccer, soccer!”

The children who were tortured to death even though they had committed no crime were smiling brightly when they became middle school students.

On the campus where the high school and middle school were built side by side, I played with the children.

An old guard was standing at the entrance to the school gate.

It was Nam Gung-woon, the mastermind of Moorim.

I was taking physical education class in the afternoon, and elementary school students went home through the gate.

[Immortal Happiness Evangelist] Elementary school students in pairs of three or five, or holding hands with their partner, passed the ginkgo tree.

"......." I don't know.

I sat on the bench on the campus and watched the students go home, blankly, 'Everyone is alive.' In this world, the spirit behind it is not a ghost.

It is alive.

I can't even imagine what kind of novel she is writing...

I live my life as a writer.

Master is alive.

The children in the mansion are alive.

No, but Yeomjido.

He is alive as a human being who is whining at his parents.

Even the fisherman.

Even the golden squirrels.

The students leaving school had familiar faces.

Hunters who ran to the library director and were eaten by tentacle monsters as an example.

Even the unknown hunters were alive and passing by the river.

'Is this the trauma of Lephanta Ai Kim?' Isn't it a mild daily life? Isn't it a happy hypothesis? What part of this world resembles hell? "Were you here? Boyfriend." I turned my head, and Raviel smiled and stood behind me.

"Raviel...." "You look troubled.

I was worried about what was going to happen because I didn't answer even when I called on my cell phone.

It's not good to worry about your lover openly." "Ah." I hurriedly took out my phone and turned it on.

I forgot to turn it back on after getting my cell phone back after school.

"sorry.

that.

I'm a little upset...

.”

“What was it that broke my boyfriend’s heart? As much as possible, I hope that nothing in the world will ripple in your heart except for me.”

I tilted my head back a little.

Raviel bowed her head.

With the back of the bench in between, the two of us breathed for a moment.

“Raviel.”

"Well." “Your parents’ names, do you know?”

Raviel blinked.

"Of course." “Can you tell me now?”

“My mother used white porcelain incense for the seed,”

and.

“Doesn’t your father use the ■ seed, the ■ ruler, the ■ ruler?”

“.......”

Silence.

'Ah.' Of course, because I didn't know the real name of Bae Huo-ryeong.

If this was a dream… there would be no way that the facts I didn't know would be mentioned.

Today, during break time, I looked at the attendance sheet on the classroom podium to see if the name of the Black Dragon Lord or the paladin was written on it, but + Attendance number 1, Gongja Kim attendance number 2 ■■■ Attendance number 3 ■■ Attendance number 4.

■■■ Attendance number 5.

■■■ + Most of the names were not written on.

I tried to find out the names, but I couldn't recognize them.

As if someone had painted them black with graffiti.

Biel.

It may sound strange, but I'm nervous.

Raviel is a girl from a wealthy family.

With common sense, there's no way you can spend your school life in a school like this with someone like me." "I'm worried about your words.

What are you talking about?" “Maybe.

Maybe this is all…”

Brurr.

The cell phone vibrated.