episode_0013

It wasn’t something I said for you to understand anyway. He approached Mingmei, who was embarrassed, and held out his hand.

It is the hand gesture that invites the other person to shake hands. Of course it was the right hand.

“….”

“Oh right!”

Seeing Mingmei’s ungainly distorted expression, I naturally changed my right hand to my left, as if it had been a mistake.

It was a light prank, but Mingmei looked very confused. It seems like they can’t tell whether it was a real mistake or a malicious joke.

In times like this, you have to push a little harder. I grumbled, sticking out my lips slightly as if I was complaining.

“Are you just going to look at me like that?”

“Oh, sorry. I was thinking about something else for a moment.”

After shaking hands with Mingmei, I smiled and tapped Mingmei on the shoulder.

I’m glad I have shoulders even though I don’t have arms. Even if you can’t give a high five or a fist bump, you can at least give a shoulder greeting.

In fact, Mingmei was looking at me with a shocked expression as I tapped her shoulder. It was a typical Chinese perspective that was ungrateful for the present.

“I guess you’re here for training?”

“That’s right. Ah’s swordsmanship is a technique-oriented swordsmanship that attacks the enemy’s blind spot through the techniques of pleasure and pleasure. Constant training is necessary to know the changes in the body and adjust the sword. One day’s rest is enough. “It creates a gap in teeth—”

“He said at length that he came for training.”

“…Kim Do-han, did you come here to train too?”

“Uh, I was practicing my spear skills a bit.”

“That’s right. If you don’t know something, you can ask Ah. The Cheon family where Ah is based is also a famous spearman, so there is quite a bit of experience learning from just looking at each other. As a warrior in a great country, it is natural to help a friend in need, so you don’t have to feel burdened. .”

Mingmei proudly declared that as if she truly thought so.

Isn’t it a kind of talent to be able to say something like that without changing your facial expression? If it were me, I probably would have burst out laughing and given up mid-sentence.

Unlike Thierry, who had a sense of humor that was not typical of a European Chinese, Mingmei was the stereotypical Chinese Chinese.

I smiled brightly and accepted it in moderation.

“Ah, yes. Thank you. So, is the training going well?”

“Of course. I’m in good condition today, so I passed level 9 and even reached level 10.”

“Level… Ah, this reflex training center? You failed at level 10?”

“Yes.”

In response to Mingmei’s proud answer, I tapped the control panel in front of the training center and checked the latest records.

Then, Ye’s recorded voice came out from the control panel.

─Kim Do-han’s highest record is level 11. The score is 75 points.

─Do you want to save this record to the archive?

“no.”

Mingmei must have heard it properly because it wasn’t that small of a voice.

Mingmei’s face, who was blankly looking at me and the wooden stick in my hand, suddenly turned bright red. He trembled and covered his face as if he was very embarrassed.

“I said I’d teach you how to use a spear, right?”

“….”

“I don’t think it will be of much help since our bodies are different, but I am grateful at least for my heart.”

“Bye, you’re saying all sorts of things. As a painter from a great country… and as a close friend who attends the same academy, it’s only natural.”

Ming-Mei’s expression as she said that was not the generous expression of someone showing kindness.

Rather, it was closer to the embarrassed and embarrassed expression typical of someone who is being forcibly helped by someone. I suddenly became curious and checked the status window.

[Currently using 94% of available resources.]

[Irregular Ode – 54%]

[Jinga Singing Technique Training – 40%]

[Free available resources: 6%]

40%.

The fact that the amount of available resources required to learn Mingmei’s skills is 40% means that I have had a great influence on Mingmei.

The available resources needed to learn Chen Mingmei’s skills have steadily decreased since I hit the ‘shanks’ drip. This means that the nicknames and teasing that started when I opened my mouth are recognized as my influence.

Thanks to this, Mingmei earned the nickname Shanks Girl, and every day she opened the door, she shouted ‘Shanks! I had to hear the line, ‘My arm!’, but since I learned the technique quickly, I could say it was a profitable business.

[Jinga singing method training – 39%]

Even at this very moment, the available resources are continuing to decrease.

Mingmei, I think Galgu will be fun.

“Isn’t that right? As expected, the artist in a great country is different~. Even though I am one-armed and it is difficult to train alone, you are willing to give advice to your friends even in such difficult situations, right?”

“Yes, that’s right. If you act narrow-mindedly because of personal difficulties, you are no different from a petty person.”

“Ah! I don’t have a weapon, so do you have a good spear or something?”

“Weapon… you mean…?”

“Yes, yes. I guess it’s hard to get a good weapon without a guanshi, right? A military weapon. In a country of its size, there will be many craftsmen and excellent works, and I think you know better than me, Mingmei.”

“Of course I know, but—.”

“Good! Then, can you help me get one decent weapon?”

I pretended to be friendly with Mingmei by putting a shoulder strap on her.

Of course, to those around him, he might look like a bully who is ripping off money, but this situation was by no means that disturbing.

Rather, it was closer to a volunteer work site where a poor Chinese guy who stood out among the students was given the opportunity to contribute even a little.

As evidence, isn’t Mingmei unable to even refute anything?

Mingmei, who was shaking and lowering her head, slowly nodded and finally said yes.

“…I will help you obtain weapons.”

“Thank you, friend! Hey, the game is different as expected. The distribution is so big that a small person like me can’t even imagine? I feel so lucky to have a friend like this. Don’t you think?”

“…uh.”

“Mingmei, I don’t know how to express my gratitude to you for giving me a weapon as a ‘gift’ with a happy heart.”

“….”

“We’re friends, right?”

“…I think that’s right, friend.”

“As expected, I have something in common with you!”

Although evil raceists criticize good Chinese people by saying that good Chinese people are just dead Chinese people.

Every intelligent citizen knows this. A good chinese is a chinese who spits out gold and silver treasure when you knock on it. The Opium War was a war in which many Chinese people became ‘good’.

And Mingmei, standing here, also seemed perfectly ready to be good.

“It feels good, let’s go out together, Shanks! I’ll buy you an electrolyte drink from the vending machine.”

“This is not the Shanks you know—”

“Hey, it’s a nickname, a nickname. Why are you taking it so seriously when you can just smile? It’s all proof that we’re close. Isn’t it?”

“….”

“Isn’t that so?”

“It seem to be like that.”

“As expected, you can communicate well.”

I went outside with Mingmei, took an electrolyte drink from the vending machine, and handed it to Mingmei.

Mingmei, who had been following blankly as if her soul had been stolen by the threshing machine, came to her senses a little, perhaps because she felt the chill of the ionic beverage.

He then looked at the ionic drink and me alternately, then opened the can and started gulping down a single shot of the ionic drink.

“You must be very thirsty? Shall I get you another can?”

“….”

“Not if you don’t need to.”

I also opened a can of beverage and took a sip. It was a drink called Sol’s Eye, and there was something cool and refreshing about it, just like drinking lye water.

I took just one sip and threw it away.

“Okay. Let’s take a selfie together to commemorate our friendship.”

“Selfie…you mean?”

“Selfie. How do you say it in Chinese? Well, anyway, do you understand? Come here.”

“….”

I put my arm around Mingmei’s shoulder and took a selfie together.

“Hey, the laugh came out so awkwardly. You don’t take selfies often, do you? It looks like we’re not really close. If you take pictures like this, it’ll make it look like things are awkward between us.”

“….”

“Here’s a good example.”

I showed Mingmei a selfie I took with Suho and taught Mingmei what a ‘friendly-looking’ selfie is.

After exchanging phone numbers with Mingmei, he sent Mingmei a selfie he had taken a while ago.

“Okay. I’ll take another picture next time, so practice your selfies until then. Okay?”

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Three days have passed since Su-ho robbed the newspaper department through an evil plot.

I was worried about whether an introverted person like me would be able to adapt well to club activities, but fortunately, the club senior was a kind person, so I was able to quickly adapt to the work.

“The student newspaper published by the city and newspaper department must contain health and hygiene information provided by the health department and information about school events provided by the administration.”

“Really? Who sees something like that?”

“But it’s a student newspaper—”

“sister.”

“Yes!”

“I take it out because it’s a waste of ink. Anyway, event schedules are all checked on the Internet these days.”

“Ah, okay! As expected, Dohan is decisive! I always worry, hehehe….”

“Hey, we all have seniors, so we trust them.”

Now that we have become familiar with the production of the student newspaper, all that remains is to refurbish it and promote it.

“Sister. Do you know what the most fun thing about selling things is?”

“Well, well?”

I picked a whiteboard in the newspaper department and erased it cleanly. I think I heard a scream from somewhere, ‘Well, you shouldn’t delete that note!’, but I guess it was just my mood.

Then, I wrote two large letters on the clean whiteboard.

[Lottery ticket]

“From now on, student newspapers will operate a ‘newspaper lottery.’”

“Bo, lottery? Isn’t it gambling?”

“Of course not. The prizes won in the lottery will be items that help students grow. I have also decided on a prize for the first round. Right, Suho?”

“…Ugh.”

The first prize of the monumental first newspaper lottery was the ‘Intermediate Magic Stone’, which Kang Su-ho received for excellent performance in training.

Suho grumbled and took out the magic stone from his arms and placed it on the desk.

“It’s a system where if you buy a copy of a newspaper, that gets you a lottery ticket.”

“…purchase?”

“Yes. Purchase.”

“Uh, so, huh? So Dohan, what you’re talking about is the student newspaper—”

“I will sell it for money.”

“Nonsense!”

If it doesn’t work, you have to make it happen.

Our manager Andy hasn’t received any training yet.