Devoted Love 2

In [The Falling Star Swordsman of the Academy], there are various villains.

And there are as many depressing episodes prepared as there are villains.

However, Han Seoyeon twisted the original work.

Choi Min-hyuk died long ago.

Lee Yong-hyun also lost his player qualification.

The two villains who most frequently tormented the protagonist in the original work have exited early.

Nevertheless, villains annoyingly still remained.

“Student Nam Gung-hyeong says it’s his first time in Korea! Everyone, treat him kindly!”

Villains don’t discriminate by nationality.

It wouldn’t be strange for a Chinese person to appear as a villain in an episode.

The eldest son of the Nam Gung family head (※boasting 20 years of history).

The most skilled among the young posterity of the Central Plains (=A-class awakener).

His attire is not the neat Academy uniform, but medieval-style martial arts clothes worn in his homeland.

Despite being an awakener, his hair and eyes are black, which is artificially changed using dye and lenses.

Beauty standards differ by country.

Unlike Korea, which pursues strength and change, Chinese people who value tradition preferred the old Oriental style of beauty more.

For reference, there’s likely a smartphone in one of his pockets.

If old fogies saw this, they wouldn’t be able to hold back their blood-coughing.

“Wow, so tacky.”

“What’s with that way of speaking?”

“As expected of a Chink bastard.”

Looking at the new exchange student, the Academy students welcomed him with their unique personalities.

‘Just looking at this, he seems a bit pitiful…’

Unfortunately, there is no absolute good in this depressing novel.

There’s always a reason why villains are villains.

Anyway.

“Da-eun!”

“Yes.”

It was break time before they knew it.

Only then could Han Seoyeon speak to Baek Da-eun in a loud voice.

“Long time no see. Have you been well?”

“…Yes.”

Baek Da-eun nodded, but answered in a somewhat listless voice.

Completely different from her usual confident tone.

Did something happen?

As she was thinking this, Baek Da-eun’s status window came into Han Seoyeon’s view.

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[Baek Da-eun]

Lv. : 53

Exp : 480/4967

HP : 130

MP : 91

[Status]

Strength : 59(Rank : C)

Agility : 63(Rank : B)

Intelligence : 67(Rank : B)

[Original Skill]

Unique Ability/Elemental – Wind Manipulation(Rank : S)

[Normal Skill]

Love’s Single Path(Rank : S)

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An obvious change.

It was a very natural progression for Han Seoyeon’s eyes to widen.

‘…What is this.’

Level 53.

All stats have risen remarkably.

She even acquired a skill that didn’t exist in the original work.

She hasn’t become a player.

There’s no backdoor.

This means one thing.

Despite not being a player, Baek Da-eun grew into a powerhouse surpassing professional hunters through just a month’s time.

“What did you do during the vacation?”

“…I trained a little.”

That’s a lie.

It can’t be just a little.

Such dramatic growth, the Baek Da-eun of the original work didn’t achieve.

No matter how much of an S-class awakener she is, Baek Da-eun is not a player.

Whatever the reason.

There was no doubt that she must have made bone-grinding efforts.

Han Seoyeon simply didn’t pry into it any further.

She knew that would be too uncool.

There must be a corresponding motive for such effort.

A motive that shouldn’t be casually, easily discussed.

For example, for love.

…For Su-ho, perhaps?

“How have you been, Han Seoyeon?”

“Yeah! I’ve been doing well!”

“Yes. You look like it.”

Why was it?

Her friend and benefactor was smiling, but.

“Very much so.”

Baek Da-eun couldn’t smile.

Because her dislike would show even if she didn’t want it to.

Disgustingly.

Her emotions.

“Ah, I’m only telling you this. I, with the senior…”

In the end, to the girl called Han Seoyeon, she was nothing more than an ordinary friend.

China is one world.

All who reside there are civilized people.

Although Chinese people may not want to admit it, outside of China is also one world.

Those who reside there are also all civilized people.

It’s just that everything is completely different.

When an intellectual first encounters a completely different civilization’s culture, there are largely two reactions.

Either receive a shock as if heaven and earth are turning upside down with a roar.

Or close their eyes and deny everything.

‘How trivial.’

Nam Gung-hyeong’s reaction was clearly the latter.

‘Is this Goryeo?’

Dong-i.

The place that tribe calls Goryeo.

This is the capital of Goryeo.

It was no different from Beijing in the Central Plains.

A somewhat clean environment is glimpsed.

They certainly weren’t ordinary barbarians.

Structures of a completely different shape from the Central Plains.

An exotic feeling touches the skin.

‘It looks decent on the surface.’

But it doesn’t match Beijing.

The antique tradition contained in the big cities of the Central Plains wasn’t felt here.

‘It looks decent on the surface, but…’

Above all.

What grated on Nam Gung-hyeong’s nerves were the gazes.

At Nam Gung-hyeong’s clothes.

At Nam Gung-hyeong’s words.

At every single action of Nam Gung-hyeong.

The Academy students who blatantly gave mocking gazes.

How utterly vulgar.

Their quality was inferior compared to his peers in the Central Plains.

They had no righteousness.

They had no chivalry.

‘To show such narrow-mindedness and pettiness. In the end, barbarians are just barbarians.’

Barbarians are just imitating the Central Plains.

That was Nam Gung-hyeong’s impression of Goryeo.

‘…Why on earth did the elders send me here?’

So how could Nam Gung-hyeong dare imagine.

That this was merely a very basic foundation of dictatorship based on the leadership principle.

To dominate national sentiment, there needs to be a common enemy.

The Chinese were merely honorably chosen for that role.

“Student Nam Gung-hyeong!”

Of course, in Nam Gung-hyeong’s thinking, not all Dong-i people were barbarians.

Flowers bloom even in garbage dumps.

Like Cheonma whom he had only heard rumors of, or the hero before his eyes.

There were bound to be those who possessed chivalry despite being Dong-i.

“There’s no need to be anxious! They’re all good kids!”

His only flaw was having too good an eye for people, befitting a chivalrous person.

“Is there anyone! Any fellow student who wants to help Nam Gung-hyeong adapt!”

A booming voice.

Contrasting silence from the students.

Snicker.

Such mockery is even heard from somewhere.

“…!”

Nam Gung-hyeong felt an inexplicable shame.

He doesn’t need help from such barbarians.

Just as he was about to say that.

“I’ll do it.”

“Oh! Fortunately, a volunteer has appeared!”

Someone’s voice was heard.

A young girl’s voice.

As he turned his gaze toward the source.

Nam Gung-hyeong couldn’t breathe for a moment.

Black hair fluttering like silk.

Red eyes with elegant dignity.

Skin as white and fair as white jade.

Without a single blemish.

Nam Gung-hyeong had never seen such a beautiful woman before.

Is this woman truly of the Dong-i tribe?

Is she a barbarian, not a Chinese person?

What about her character?

Even though she’s a barbarian, such kindness to personally step up to help a foreigner.

“…What is your name, miss?”

“It’s Han Seoyeon.”

Even her name is sweet.

Like a fairy.

Perhaps, could this be an arrangement?

Could it be fate?

No, it must be fate.

There was no other way to express it than a fateful encounter.

He can declare it.

Nam Gung-hyeong has now fallen in love.

‘I hoped it wouldn’t be true, but is this for real?’

The subtly changed temperature of his gaze.

Han Seoyeon glanced at Nam Gung-hyeong and swallowed a faint sigh.

This is the reason why Nam Gung-hyeong is a villain.

The reason why he can only be a villain.

None other than he is.

A Chinese-made golden sun who dares to try to seduce the female protagonist in a yuri novel.

‘I feel sick…’

Originally, the object of his affection was Han Su-ho.

Originally, the role of raising a hand here belongs to the protagonist of the original work.

With a black hair fetish, seeing the protagonist who, unlike other students, doesn’t mock him, he falls in love at first sight.

Of course, the current Han Su-ho is blonde.

Far from Nam Gung-hyeong’s taste of black hair fetish.

Nevertheless, just in case.

Before her sucker-like sister could raise her hand, Han Seoyeon raised hers first.

Men intruding on yuri is strictly forbidden.

Moreover, no matter what anyone says, Han Seoyeon was Korean.

A military veteran at that.

If asked whether this country is particularly praiseworthy, it’s not, but that doesn’t mean it would look good for a foreigner to denigrate Korea, right?

‘Let’s endure. This is all for Su-ho’s sake.’

By doing this, at least her sister won’t have any connection with Nam Gung-hyeong.

If there was one thing she didn’t know, it was that.

Her sister, watching Nam Gung-hyeong trying to hit on her older sister.

“…Interesting. That Chinese person.”

Was making a not-so-pleasant expression.