SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

Chapter 142

rooftop.

(1) 1.

One day.

“These days, there have been few videos.”

said the girlfriend.

"Yes?" “Kim Yul Video.

No matter how late, you rotated once a week.

Are you going to be late to carefully select [work]? There are a lot of kids waiting for the next episode at our gathering.

Last time I cut my nails, the reaction was good.”

The girlfriend's expression was gloomy.

I listened to my girlfriend and narrowed my brow for a moment.

'video.

hit.

I filmed everything bullying Kim Yul with a camcorder.' By the way.

Why did I do that? "I'll wait.

Kim Yul.

Director.”

Why me? [Currently, your immersion rate is 100%.] .......

Ah.

okay.

came to mind That was it.

'I filmed it to give the kids something to see.' At Shinseo Middle and High School, the children of local residents are concentrated.

it is prestigious As a prestigious family, children of noble families are forced to behave neatly, which puts a lot of stress on them.

Among them, there are children who relieve stress by leading bullying, but that is dangerous.

Most children are not willing to risk it that far.

I am providing [Yul Kim Video] for such children.

pretty serious.

[Director, I want the concept of clipping nails with scissors!] -J [Make my hair grow and tie it with a yellow rubber band.] -7 [The kids in the last video just beat me too much.

It doesn't taste good...

.] -11 This school has something called the Student Council Sinmungo.

This is the posting box I use when I want to send a note or letter directly to the student council, but I use my girlfriend for a different purpose.

The so-called [Kim Yul request box].

Even the teachers don't touch the student council posting box.

no one sees it as weird It doesn't matter if someone is caught putting a note in the posting box.

Since girlfriend has been active in the student council since freshman year, she can manage the [request box] periodically.

It's not a big idea though.

'I mean, I think I'm a little smart.' this hit the jackpot The girls and the masters of the noble house took a taste for the charm of being able to participate in the bullying with almost no risk.

If you use the request box, even anonymity is guaranteed.

They submitted with trump card initials such as A, K, Q, and J.

[Please use the concept of hitting only the cheek for 20 minutes.] -QQ is my girlfriend's initials.

[I like sloppy clothes, but sometimes I want to see them wear other clothes too!] -7 7 is a broadcasting manager.

[Director.

I also enjoyed the last video.

I think it was a great idea to have Kim Yul use respectful words.

In my opinion, the reason why Kim Yul is popular is because of her strong self-esteem.

So, unlike some patrons who like physical humiliation, I am convinced that a mental approach is preferable.

Director.

The body should always be a symbol or metaphor for a spiritual approach...

.] -2 This idiot who writes a long review every time and puts it in the posting box is a kid who plays a band in middle school.

crazy guy He is a 2nd bottle in middle school, so he uses 2.

Of course, even if he's a crazy middle school kid, it's a different story if he's the son of a local corporation.

You are a valuable customer.

There are only such guests in the so-called [Trump Card Gathering].

Satisfaction of secret sadism.

surrogate satisfaction.

I maintain my status by providing entertainment to my guests.

Since I started filming my works, there have been a lot of 'friends' who started to take care of me without knowing it.

Yes.

That's how I met my girlfriend.

Without these things, there's no way I'd be able to date a rich lady, would I? It's not like my mom or dad has a history of winning awards since middle school.

It's not like he can act as a singer because he's half-a-half like his older brother.

In order for me to climb the pyramid, I need a tribute to those of high rank.

"sorry." I apologized for such a late tribute.

I also wondered why I didn't shoot Kim Yul's video these days.

Because there was no reason to stop.

But immediately a plausible reason came to mind.

One thing that comes to mind is that I was really good at it.

“You are a candidate for student council president.

I try to restrain myself during the election.”

"what.

Did you take care of me?”

“You have to be careful.

Someone may come out posting strange things...

.”

"Our director, now that I see you, you have a cute corner." My girlfriend raised her eyebrows and stroked my hair.

“I like a quick-witted dog.”

It's openly treating me like a dog, but I didn't care.

Rather, I shivered.

“Wow.

Wow! Moon Moon!”

“Foot.”

Finally, the girlfriend laughed.

I'm the only person in this school who can make my girlfriend laugh.

I bent and jumped like a dog.

"Know? Hwang Eun-seo, you are really funny.”

sport.

It was a word that proved my worth.

A fun guy to be with.

A guy who always makes me laugh.

Insa among the people who lead the atmosphere.

After all, dating with a face like an older brother has its limits.

True love depends on how well you brush your teeth...

“I was waiting.

Confucius.”

I narrowed my brow.

What? [Currently, your immersion rate is 100%.] For a moment, I was dazed again.

Is it your mood? It seems that the frequency of losing my mind has become a bit more frequent these days.

“Anyway,”

I swallowed.

“I will be taking a break from filming for a while.

You can't just scratch it and make it crumbly.

If any of your friends are dissatisfied, please tell them that if you bully Kim Yul more, you will not be able to attend school, so you are adjusting your pace...

.”

It was then.

- The broadcasting department will notify you.

A voice came from the school speaker.

familiar voice.

It was the voice of a member of the 7th member of the Trump Card Association, the head of broadcasting.

But would you say that you have less energy than usual? Somehow the tone was unsettling.

-Student Hwang Eun-seo, 5th grade, 2nd grade.

Hwang Eun-seo, a second year class 5 student, please come to the broadcasting department immediately.

Let me tell you again.

Hwang Eun-seo, a second year class 5 student, please come to the broadcasting room immediately...

That is all.

And the speaker turned off.

My girlfriend looked at me.

"What's going on?" I made a face that I didn't understand English either.

“You won’t be called to the broadcasting room… ? I don't know if it's the school office." “If you’re the broadcaster, maybe you just called me for personal reasons.

“Why aren’t there any new releases?”

He's a little crazy, murmured his girlfriend.

“Go.

I will go by myself.”

"okay.

thank you." I thought for a bit, then pressed my lips to my girlfriend's cheek.

Today I trembled quite well.

The lie that he cared for his girlfriend worked.

Maybe even a kiss on the cheek would be acceptable.

Above all, I have an obligation to provide my girlfriend and the people around her with the illusion of being a [school couple].

As if reading my calculations like this, my girlfriend snorted.

“Cute.”

Celebrate.

The princess laughed again.

"Goes.

I'll text you later on what's going on." therefore.

I am much smarter than the other students.

As I walked down the hallway, I scored for the day.

Were there any mistakes in your relationship? Wasn't there a strange tone of voice? Did you make the kids laugh moderately and I also laughed moderately? grading results.

'Today was a perfect day.' It was perfect.

'It's me too.' I have talent.

It is a talent not only to bully someone, but also to turn the bullying into a game.

The children of the upper classes who know this fun will look for me even after entering college.

They might invite me to their own league.

'It doesn't matter if I don't get an invitation.' They remember playing some naughty pranks with me when they were in school.

My girlfriend will probably kick me out by the time I get to college, but she'll still remember my ex who once entertained me.

Hwang Eun-seo remains as a youthful memory that can be remembered with a smile forever.

This alone is a huge benefit.

Unlike the restless students, I have a roadmap for my life.

'First, I become a film director.' You don't have to be very successful.

It's about making a few indie movies and building a career and networking in moderation.

Then it becomes my business card.

No one dislikes a troubled young director.

'After that?' It introduces new actors to the upper classes.

And becoming a kind of party designer, she satisfies the masters and the girls in a whimsical way like now.

My brother is working in the entertainment industry, so I can stretch my legs there too.

'great.' golden life.

It is different from those who only vaguely study and think about a career after entering university blindly.

dimension.

“Come in.”

Drooling.

The broadcasting room door was opened.

As soon as I entered, I stopped.

“Mmm, stop.”

"......." There was only one broadcasting manager in the broadcasting room.

That's not weird.

A soundproof wall was installed in the broadcasting room, and thick curtains were placed around it.

Nor is it strange.

"fury.

Hwang Eun-seo.”

But if the broadcast manager is holding a camcorder and is filming me with it, something is strange.

“Close the door.”

"......." "hurry.

Close the door.

Otherwise, big, big trouble will happen.”

The broadcast manager was trembling like a cornered rat.

I don't know why, but there was nothing good about stimulating a person in such a state.

I quietly closed the door.

“Draw the curtains.”

I pulled the curtains.

“Hey, look at me now.”

I looked back.

“Second year class 5, Hwang Eun-seo, you, you threatened me… I forced Kim Yul from the second grade 5th grade to join in the bullying.

Right? Don't tell me you're right." “… … What kind of hidden camera is it?”

“Shut up and say yes!”

The broadcast manager was genuinely trembling.

An ominous feeling loomed over me.

Normally, I would have joked about how to say something when I kept my mouth shut, but I couldn't and was embarrassed.

“I don’t understand what the situation is.

Someone needs to talk.”

“Yeah, you approached me first.

I said no...

There's something interesting about you, but you said that you wouldn't want to see it.

right? I did.

So it's all your fault!" It's not normal.

“What are you talking about? There was a video at the meeting, so you came to hear the rumors.

I'll connect you with the middle school kids, so you asked me to join you too, so why come now...

… ." "No! No!" The broadcast manager's face turned pale.

"It's your fault.

It's your fault, Hwang Eun-seo.

You'll never find out.

They guarantee anonymity.

They say you'll take responsibility.

But, why is there a video of me?" "No.

So, what are you talking about from earlier..." “I only appeared once!”

appearance.

There are occasional guests who want to appear in person at meetings.

Rather than watching it on video, I want to enjoy it in real time.

If my memory is correct, the broadcasting manager certainly appeared once.

"Wait a minute.

Are you doing this now in case the video has been leaked? do not worry.

After watching the video, I threw it all away...

… ." "Do not lie!!" The broadcast manager wrinkled his expression harshly: "You bastard, you bastard.

I didn't believe in you, a bastard like you.

Tell me quickly.

Tell me that you tricked me in.

Otherwise, I'll tell people what you've done.

I will let you know!”

"......." "Tell me! I had to take a picture and send it to you!" Crazy.

I felt I couldn't be here anymore.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't do it, so I can't admit it.

It's against my conscience.

I obviously asked you to show it, and I don't have the video anymore, but I've thrown it away now, but you I have all the notes I put in.

I don't know why I'm doing this, but I'll see you when my head cools down." I turned my back.

Oh, and the broadcast manager groaned.

"Hey, stop there! Don't go.

Don't go, Eunseo Hwang! You, you go out! It's over! It's over! I'll tell the other kids that your life is going to end.

Don't you understand?! Hey, Eunseo Hwang! You bastard! You're done! Your life is over! Wait, I told my parents, so your life...!!" As the door closed, the voice of the broadcast manager was also cut off.

Absorbed by the soundproof wall and covered by the curtains, the broadcast manager’s cries became, at best, woo-woo, woo-woo-woo.

No one came or went in the hallway on the second floor.

What?" I spit, "I wouldn't shiver that damn thing for no reason." Maybe the video was really leaked.

There's no guarantee that one of the guests didn't make a copy and keep it.

He could have threatened the broadcaster with it.

"Damn." He said that managing customers is more difficult than making them.

He was right.

I picked up my cell phone and called the 'guests' one after the other.

Tou-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-huo- long call.

what?" I was holding back my tantrum, and I called the next customer.

The broadcast manager is in a fuss, and I was thinking of asking if he knew anything.

The thought that I might not be able to answer the phone because I was on the way to the store crossed my mind at first glance.