SSS-Class Suicide Hunter

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(2) 'Who are you?' I couldn't understand.

'Who is biting and drooping with Kim Yul-gun!' Kim Yul has no close relatives.

it's like there isn't Kim Yul's bullying happened before he even made friends, so there was no one to help Kim Yul.

Would I have chosen Kim Yul as the scapegoat for nothing? 'Anyway, you have to ask Kim Yul.

He must know something.

Anything.' I hurriedly ran to the back of the school.

Now, when Kim Yul is taking care of the young animals in the kennel.

I knew Kim Yul's schedule by time.

Unsurprisingly, I saw the back of Kim Yul, distributing chicken feed at the kennel.

'okay.

You should be there.' A guy who barely fills his pride by giving food to animals weaker than him.

In that way, I understood why Kim Yul was obsessed with the kennel.

After all, humans are beasts, so weak beasts have no choice but to serve strong beasts.

[Your immersion rate is now 100%.] School is the same as that breeding ground.

A slightly larger kennel.

And here I was a stronger beast than Kim Yul.

"Hey! Kim Yul!”

I growled.

“What have you done!”

Kim Yul-eun did not look back.

didn't even respond.

As if my voice could not be heard, he continued to hand out the food.

'under.

Could it be that you ignored me now?' freaked out I walked over and grabbed Kim Yul's shoulder awkwardly.

“Hey, you bastard.

When someone calls, you answer...

… !”

As soon as Kim Yul looked back, something spilled out.

It was earphones.

I noticed later that Kim Yul was wearing earphones.

Classical music rang out loudly from the earphones that slid under his shoulders.

"..." Their eyes met.

I was startled.

Tears welled up in Kim's black eyes.

"What… … I was speechless for a moment.

It would have stimulated their sadism even more.

But it's not just for that reason.

'Who are you?' It was unfamiliar, 'Who is this guy?' Kim Yul's eyes were too unfamiliar.

Her gaze was far away.

Her eyes were looking at something beyond me, not me.

Kim Yul quietly shed tears while holding my shoulder.

Even those tears seemed to fall not on the ground but somewhere else.

"you……." “It’s beautiful.”

Kim Yul opened her lips.

"What?" “It’s a song.

it's the music i'm listening to Music composed by a deaf man.”

Dda-da-da- A sound leaked from the earphones.

A rhythm I've heard a lot somewhere.

But I was just skeptical of how this beggar got the MP3.

“I think of the disgrace and curse this deaf must have suffered in his life.

Who wouldn't have called him a ghost god? Wouldn't you have giggled to see that ghost?" “What are you talking about, you… ?”

“Sad.

The scars are so long that anyone from hundreds of years ago has endured an insulting life.

It must have been a thousand years ago.

It will be so in a thousand years.”

You bastard, are you crazy? “There is nothing in the world that is beautiful by itself.

Only the wounded see beauty.

Only those whose lives have been ruined are happy to see a life that has not yet been broken.

Tears are shed by those who endure even if they break down.”

Kim Yul's gaze hangs in the air.

“If there is anyone who thinks that the whole world is beautiful, he must have been ruined by everything in the world.

Only those who live in hell praise the world.

I think of his insulted life in the song of the deaf.”

“Where did you pick up such stupid words… Hey you.

What did you do?”

I grabbed Kim Yul's collar.

Whoops! Kim Yul lost the feed bag as her body shook.

Yellowish seedlings spilled from the bag that had fallen to the ground.

“What did you do to my guests? Recycling bastard!" "......." Kim Yul then looked over here.

"I didn't do anything.

The King of Death." “Sa…, what?”

“I’m just looking at what I threw away.”

Kim Yul arrogantly grabbed my wrist.

I was absurd and tried to shake Kim Yul's hand off.

He didn't even budge.

And Kim Yul simply unclenched her collar.

It happened in an instant.

I reached out my hand again in embarrassment, but to blame! Kim Yul hit my wrist.

The path was twisted.

My hand lost direction and shook the air unsightly.

.In the blink of an eye, my hand went missing.

I stared blankly at Kim Yul.

“I’m sorry.”

Kim Yul calmly picked up the feed bag.

“[Kim Yul] is angry.

What Kim Yul wants is not physical violence.

More precisely, they want revenge far deeper than physical violence.

And [I]… I think I want to make Kim Yul’s heart come true.”

"you you.

What did you do!? Uh, what the fuck are you doing!”

“Kim Yul wants you to go through everything that you have been through.

Revenge is like that.

It is to drop the opponent into the depths of the hell from which they fell.

[Kim Yul] thinks so.”

Kim Yool.

No, “[I] agree with that too.”

Someone I didn't know looked at me.

“Wait, Kim Yul’s killer.

The day is ending and the road to go is long.

It's so far.

I will not see you again after that.”

Kim Yul leisurely walked along with a bag of feed.

"Hey! Hey! you stand there! There...!" At that moment, my pants pocket rumbled.

A text message arrived on my cell phone.

Perhaps someone from the customer answered the missed call history.

I glanced at the direction Kim Yul was walking and quickly checked the phone.

+ Don't call me again.

If you do, I'll kill you.

+ I'm shocked.

I called the customer who sent the text message in embarrassment.

But no matter how many times I called, I didn't answer.

My body was trembling.

' The next day, the situation did not change: 'What's going on?' On the contrary, it got worse.

“Ugh, Eunseo.”

When I went to school, a friend came over with hesitation.

A friend who appeared in [Kim Yul Nori] dozens of times.

The taste of beating people became very popular, and it was quite popular with customers.

I used to enjoy: “Why?”

“You, I have a note asking you to give it to me.”

The friend was terrified, “What is it?”

“This is… Mi, I’m sorry.”

As if a friend put a note on my desk and ran away.

I wrinkled my eyebrows and opened the note.

There were writings on it.

[Hwang Eun-seo lives in a garbage dump.

I use all recycled indoor shoes and school uniforms.

The only one There is garbage that cannot be recycled, and that is Eunseo Hwang.] "......." The reason I didn't respond right away was that it was just, because it was so absurd.

I smiled and looked at my friend.

"what's this… .

Are you kidding me now?”

twitch.

The friend withdrew behind the other students and withdrew.

Still, the guests acted like shit, and the stress piled up all night long, and tantrums boiled in my heart, even as a friend.

“Did recycling make you do this? Hey.

Hey.

look at me see me Even friends, there are things to do and things not to do.

uh? Did Kim Yul make you send this note?”

The friend said nothing.

He still had a terrified expression on his face.

The moment I was about to turn to him because it was so ridiculous, another classmate approached my desk.

“Hwang Eun-seo… … ." "What?" “I’m sorry.

This.”

Another note that a classmate threw down on the desk was another note.

I reflexively grabbed the note and read it.

[I feel so sorry for the juniors at my school.

Hwang Eun-seo should call you senior.

Have you thought about their feelings? ] My head was dazed.

Taking advantage of that opportunity, three classmates again threw a note and left.

Like the previous two, these guys have been actively involved in the 'play with Kim Yul.' [Hwang Eun-seo, it's really dirty.

It's dirtier than the math fountain, what happened?] What is it [Shock! There is a student who doesn't wash their uniforms!] I don't know why they're doing this to me [You smell really bad.

Seriously.] What happened yesterday It happened, and I'm the only one who doesn't know.

Something turned all the guests away.

Not only that, but I also threatened my friends to put on a live show like this.

'Calm down.' My heart was pounding like crazy, 'Calm down.

Think calmly.

Did Kim Yul do something like this? No.

No way.

Yesterday was a little weird, but no.

Who is it? Who did it?' It was then, “Hwang Eun-seo!”

The homeroom teacher stuck his head out the front door of the classroom.

The students looked at him in unison.

The homeroom teacher glanced around the classroom, found me and beckoned, “Follow me for a second.”

"Me…?" "Hey, then, there is one Hwang Eun-seo or two in our class.

It's not a big deal, so come quickly.

Ah! Class leader! Get the kids' cell phones and bring them." I hesitated and followed my teacher to leave the class.

As I left the class, the surroundings were strangely quiet.

There was a lot of talk.

It was as if my classmates knew what I was being called for.

It seemed that there was no question that the teacher had called me.

.Only those who study in the morning could only look through the notebooks.

“Hwang Eun-seo.”

The school office: “Yes…”

“Are you doing something bad? Isn’t there such a thing?”

The headmaster asked calmly.

It was a conversation that really didn't matter.

In the school office, students in uniforms walked around to pick up leftovers from printing.

The teachers were organizing the printed materials before the first class.

"Yes?" “Aren’t you doing anything bad? What do you remember?”

"no… .”

My heart raced.

“Isn’t there?”

"Hmm." The teacher scratched his head.

"Hey, Eunseo Hwang.

Wherever you go, don't go around talking about what you just said.

Okay?" "Yes…." “Listen to this.”

The homeroom teacher handed the earphone to the classroom teacher and received it.

The earphone was connected to the teacher's computer.

Click, when the teacher pressed the mouse, some recorded voices were heard through the earphone.

-Hey, hey.

Don't hit me yet! Get on your knees! .

There were many people who contributed this time.

We will draw a lottery among the five people who requested and decide the concept today.

The nape of the neck was chilly.

-Ah, the person who was selected today is Queen.

Congratulations, Queen.

What are you all doing? Applause, applause.

-Wow! It was my voice, and the voices of the friends who just threw me a note.

-Queen's request, let's see.

Yaa.

He even gave us a budget.

And for our popular star, we mixed Jjajangmyeon and Jjamppong one by one… Click.

The homeroom teacher stopped the recording.

“Did you hear that? Did you just hear the voice?”

"Yes." “Yesterday, I received a recording of this in my e-mail.

The sound quality isn't very good, but after hearing this, it sounds like yours, and it sounds like other kids' voices.

So, I'm just asking because I'm curious.

Hwang Eun-seo.

Isn't this you?" "no." I tried to put on a bewildered expression on my face.

“What else is Queen? What is a play?”

“Well.

I've listened to it from start to finish, and it's really weird.

Anyway, I feel bad.

The e-mail says [I will tell Hwang Eun-seo in class 5, 2nd grade], so this is a joke between you guys...

.”

crazy.

this is it This is how you threaten children.

Fortunately, this homeroom teacher was an idiot.

Even after listening to the recording, he was a person who doubted that this was a kid's prank.

He was such an idiot, he didn't even know what was going on in the class.

It was luck for me.

'I can't do anything with a recording file like this.

It's just a blank bomb.' Maybe any of your friends, or one of the customers, one of the customers copied the recording file.

You're just playing around with the copied files.

If you had more conclusive evidence than the recording, there would be no reason not to send it to your homeroom teacher...

.

'The problem is that the kids are scared of the blank.

Damn it.' The manager looked up at me.

“Isn’t this really your joke?”

"no.

Uh, but can't you tell the other kids about this?" “No, never say that.

Anyway, it was because it wasn't.

Go back to class.”

“Yes.”

I silenced my footsteps and left the classroom teacher.

As soon as I opened the door to the classroom, I ran into someone standing across from me.

"......." The class leader was holding a blue plastic trash box in his arms.

He had collected a cell phone from the classroom.

"Oh sorry." The class leader said with the same expression as usual and a criminal face, and then slightly stepped out of the way.

Normally I would have said thank you, but now I can't afford it.

I just made eye contact and went out into the hallway.

Even if you don't know, I'll definitely kick you out today! You're like a dog.

You look down on people.

This is beyond the level of a joke.

How could you do such a thing to a classmate!' The sound of the door closing behind my back echoed quietly..