episode_0022

Suho’s wheelchair driving skills were at the level of an F1 racer. Did not follow the speed limit.

When I kept urging him to speed up, he sighed but worked hard to pull the wheelchair.

“It feels good to ride in a wheelchair.”

“Why did I make friends with this bastard….”

“But Suho. Is the freight elevator a decoration?”

“ah.”

Thanks to Suho’s hard work, I had the rare experience of going up the stairs in a wheelchair.

This feat is possible because he is a superhuman who can use mana. When I arrived at the newspaper office, there was a dead body lying face down on the desk, sleeping.

“Suho. Shh.”

“what.”

“Please pull the wheelchair quietly.”

“What kind of prank are you trying to play?”

I got close to Andy Pulitzer’s cold corpse. Even when I poke the top of its head, there is no response. It’s snoring, but it looks like it’s just a corpse.

Is this guy a student and not even taking classes?

Unlike Suho, who used my nursing as an excuse to legally schedule classes, Andy Pulitzer seems to have just canceled his own classes. I slept in the club room and had good luck.

“Suho. Please move me to this chair.”

“uh.”

“And put Andy Pulitzer in the wheelchair.”

“…uh?”

I adjusted the wheelchair settings to lay the backrest back, and with Suho’s hand, I moved senior Andy.

While moving, Andy wakes up and says Me Too on Suho. It must be said that it was all Suho Kang’s arbitrary actions. As evidence, Kang Soo-ho’s DC details must be submitted.

Fortunately, Suho was not sued for MeToo.

Senior Andy lay down comfortably in my wheelchair, sound asleep. I’m even drooling.

As I was absent-mindedly leaning on a chair and watching the scene, Suho started to say something nonsense, admiring it as if he was surprised.

“Dohan, you still don’t have any consideration, do you?”

“what?”

“Did you lend me a wheelchair because you thought it might be uncomfortable for Pulitzer to sleep sitting down?”

“It’s not?”

“huh?”

“Shh. Wait.”

I waited for a while while playing with my smartphone, and soon enough, Andy woke up with a gasping sound.

Since he didn’t seem to understand the situation yet, I smiled brightly and explained the situation.

“Sister. Are you awake?”

“Ahhh… Dohan?”

“Yes, sister.”

“Ah, you’ve been discharged! That’s good! I was very worried—”

“Is my wheelchair comfortable?”

“Yes…?”

Only then did Andy’s face turn blue as she looked at where she was lying.

“Ah, sorry! Why am I here….”

“sister.”

“Yes!”

“It’s okay if you lie down a little longer. I think you’re very tired.”

“Oh, no! I slept for a bit and I’m completely fine now! But why am I here?”

“sister.”

“Yes….”

Suho’s expression was subtly distorted when he saw Andy ‘playing’ with his sister next to him.

Suddenly, as always, his eyes looked like he was looking at trash.

I guess I’ll have to stop joking around soon. I calmed down Andy and explained with the most benevolent smile possible.

“Hehe, she looked so tired, so I moved her. She was sleeping face down on her desk. I guess she had a hard time working at the newspaper department.”

“Ah! I see! Thank you…! You don’t have to do that because of me… Ehehe.”

Senior Andy’s expression was filled with emotion as he understood the circumstances of the incident.

The way they hold their hands together and their eyes shine makes me feel like I would worship them if I were to start a pseudo-religion. Wait a minute, worship?

I worship you, GOAT… .

“senior.”

“Yes!”

“Now that you’re awake, please give me back my wheelchair.”

“Oh, yes!”

The senior hurriedly got up from the wheelchair and looked at me and the wheelchair in turn.

I tried to get up from the chair and move on one foot, but my balance was off and I fell back on the chair. This is a bit tough.

Should I even use vacuum rain?

“I-I’ll help you!”

“Ah, yes, sister.”

Senior Andy grabbed both of my arms and lifted me up from the chair.

Then he put one of my arms around his shoulder and held my waist with the other arm around his back as if supporting it. The way he glanced at me and blushed made me want to say something to him.

“Sister. Your hands are a bit chubby.”

“Ah! I’m sorry!”

“just joke.”

The senior carefully put me down in the wheelchair.

I adjusted the wheelchair settings and raised the backrest back to its original angle. Maybe it’s because this wheelchair is expensive, but it’s more comfortable than most chairs.

While I was enjoying the feel of the wheelchair, Suho began to interrogate Andy, showing his dark tastes without fail.

“Senior Pulitzer… did you stay up all night in the newspaper department yesterday?”

“Ah! Yeah! I had to find something because of Dohan!”

“Me?”

My name suddenly popped up and I questioned it, but senior Andy picked out a bunch of documents from his seat and showed them to me.

“This! Dohan, the support policy you can receive and the necessary documents! This is the National Health Insurance Assistive Walking Device subsidy application, and this is the social caregiver support policy operated by the academy. Dohan, you are a victim of the academy’s mistakes, so this is relevant. “I looked into compensation policies and past precedents, and this is supported by City Hall…”

The senior took a long time to explain what kind of compensation and support I could receive.

The explanation did not end for over 10 minutes as I wondered how much data research was done.

“This is a document about the legal support you can receive if Dohan wants to file a civil lawsuit—”

“Sister Andy.”

“Yes!”

“My head hurts….”

My head is pounding so I wish you would just shut up.

“Ah, ah, I’m sorry. I’m still not feeling well. My explanation was too complicated…?”

“Thank you for looking out for me, sister. I was a little anxious because my leg was cut off… but since you worked so hard for me, I feel supported…”

“Ehehe…. What…. It’s only natural for Dohan! There are so many things Dohan has done so far….”

“I’m sorry that I will continue to rely on you a lot from now on, but….”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about! I wish I could rely on you more, right?”

“Hehe, yes. Thank you, sister.”

A person as affectionate and dedicated as Andy Pulitzer is easy to deal with.

It is possible to crush normal thinking just by instilling thoughts like, ‘This person can’t live without me’ or ‘I need to help this person.’

By thinking that the other person is dependent on you, you are actually becoming subordinate to the other person. Guilt and anxiety make it impossible to act ‘selfishly’.

“I don’t know how I would live without my senior….”

“Huh? Ehehe… I’ll help you anytime, so you don’t have to worry…!”

“Hehe, thank you at least for your words. Ah, senior. Do you have the file where we organized the profiles of first-year students last time?”

“huh!”

“Could you please bring that for me? I have a kid to look for.”

“for a moment!”

Well, in that situation, I think we will soon be able to increase our dependence to the limit.

Andy Pulitzer regrets that the ‘status window’ does not appear. If there was Andy Pulitzer’s status window, wouldn’t it be possible to optimize it to about 10% of the available resources?

“It’s here! A file containing first-year students’ information!”

“Thank you, sister.”

“Ehehe, what can I do with this much!”

“Suho. Buichichi girl here… Can you just give me some information about Natsume Yukine (夏目 雪音)?”

“Your arm is fine, so you can pull it out yourself.”

A heartless child.

This is why raceists are not allowed. They say there is a lack of sensitivity for people with disabilities.

“Ugh, phantom pain from the missing leg….”

“…Damn.”

While swearing, Suho searched through the files and pulled out only the documents containing Vuichichi’s information.

Although he has a rough mouth, is a stalker, has a disability with hair loss, and has abnormal sexual desires, he is fundamentally loyal.

“Here. Documents related to Natsume Yukine.”

“It’s more than the last time I saw it while preparing for the class match, right?”

“At that time, we only extracted battle-related information.”

“Hmm?”

The information about Natsume Yukine was basically not that different from what I knew.

He is a Chinese from Kyoto, is born with no limbs, and uses powerful yet delicate telekinetic abilities.

“It’s hard to empathize with being smart.”

“Huh? Yukine, he must be famous as a genius? It has nothing to do with the academy curriculum, but he said his grades in regular schools were top class in the country.”

“The expression sounds like shit.”

“…It’s not that I’m a bastard, it’s because Yukine is Japanese.”

Well, he could definitely be called smart in that he was good at studying.

It’s just that it’s going to be a lot harder than that.

“Suho, didn’t you drag Yukine away during the class battle?”

“We met, right?”

“Didn’t he react strangely when you provoked him then?”

“I didn’t really provoke you…? I just asked you to help me because it seemed like there was a problem north of the forest.”

“What?”

Please.

I had no idea that such inefficient and uncertain results would be used.

“Why is that…?”

“No, um, his head is a little weird. Should I say his head is like a flower garden….”

“Dohan, you’ve never met Yukine before…?”

“I’ve never met you….”

I can’t explain this.

“She’s a really annoying bitch.”

“Where…?”

“First of all, my hair is pink.”

“That has nothing to do with physiognomy.”

“Pingchang is a physiognomy.”

“Damn.”

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Natsume Yukine was born handicapped and without limbs.

Although there were no inconveniences in life due to the innate talent for telekinesis, being born with a body different from others was in itself a punishment from heaven.

Discrimination, hatred, bullying, pity… She thought that she had suffered from such unpleasant feelings since she was young.

‘Why were you born with a body like this?’, ‘What on earth is this body that makes people hate you?’

To find the answer, she accessed the ocean of information—the Internet.

[Artist: Asanaki]

I faced unfiltered malice.

I came into contact too early with a dark desire that was closer to the abyss than the abyss.

… That was the reason she had distorted ideas about sex.