Book 4 Chapter - 10

The cedar invasion two days ago, Chu Il-tae, and Ryu-yeon are some kind of...

I suspect there's a connection, but there's only evidence of it's physical.

It was a useless story in its absence.

So Baek Muyong had to come up with another plan to deal with Ryu-Yeon again.

If Chu Il-tae is really involved in it, as a district council member, we're going to have to take the old days.

It was something that could be overturned.

Baek Muyong is determined not to entrust Chu Il-tae to work again.

"Hey, Hwi!"

Still, every time I look at it, I don't get tired and I'm faithful to studying or organizing.

Mo Yong-hwi, a model young man, was working hard on his studies today.

As a student, Mo Yong-hwi always maintained an exemplary attitude.

Sometimes, I draw shapes and illustrations on a piece of paper.

Mo Yong-hui, who was reading the book, took his eyes away from the book and headed toward Ryu-yeon.

For a moment, Ryu-Yeon's eyes are glued to the book, even that short moment is a waste.

It didn't come off well.

Ryu-yeon had several finely folded red papers in her hands.

Among them, white paper was sometimes seen, but there were overwhelmingly many pigments.

Stubbornly like a taffy, taking off the glances that were attached to the brochure.

A closer examination confirmed that it was all a calligraphy.

It was strange to see a finely colored red book.

"What? What about them?"

"What do you mean? If you pretend, you'll be on cloud nine.

Hot letters filled with burning affection for you.

It's not cold yet. It's hot. Why don't you open it before it gets cold?

Everyone else is busy sending letters to win over women.

You take the initiative from over there and fly in.

I'm so jealous."

Ryu-yeon said with a big smile.

That's what he said, but he didn't seem too envious.

It was because Mo Yong-hwi knew how much trouble he was having with it.

To deal with Yeonseo, who is imbued with the girls' light pink aloneness.

Mo Yong-hwi's answer was harsh.

"I don't need it."

"Why?"

"I don't need that stuff. Take it and throw it away."

Mo Yong-hwi's words were as firm as a sword.

The act of disposing of a person's heart without reading it...

Not everyone could do it.

Ryu-Yeon has never heard of a mountain of letters he receives from himself.

There were only letters of curses, abusive language and hatred from names.

So I'm getting a mountain of connections from a schoolgirl.

Mo Yong-hwi, who pretended to be cool, was also disgusted.

"But it's a letter from someone else, so wouldn't it be an exception to read it once?"

Why don't you just read it once?"

Ryu-Yeon had a point.

It's as insulting as burning a man's handwriting without seeing it.

There will be no work.

"Give it to me."

Reluctantly, Mo Yong-hwi accepted the letters that were still hot.

Fortunately for the girls who posted the letter in bulk, Mo Yong-hwi is the least.

He was a man of good manners.

The problem was that I knew the least courtesy.

Tearing off the top of his bag at once, he was afraid to pick up every page of his connections.

One scratch left and right and put it aside.

It was a short time, less than three seconds.

Maybe he used speed reading to save time.

Reading the letter at such a rate (although I doubt it).

It took less than three minutes to read all 32 letters.

Ryu-yeon asked Mo Yong-hui, who put down the last thirty-second letter.He was also curious.

"Are you sure you've read it all?"

It was a natural question for those who watched from the side.

"Of course."

"What a frightening speed.

It's hard to believe."

"This is what we call rapid reading.

It's nothing."

As expected, Mo Yong-hwi has the ability to read fast.

I've read the connections.

"I don't know if it's a big deal, but it'

But apparently, you're not the only woman who's attached to you.

You don't seem to be bothered.

Don't you think so?"

What makes Ryu-Yeon ask Mo Yong-Hwi such a question?

"You're right."

The answer was enough just what Mo Yong-hwi had done.

"Do you want me to let them all fall?

That is, you, your surroundings, have the women who are in the way of your training.

I'm saying I'm going to keep you away."

"Is that true?"

Mo Yong-hui seemed to be tempted by Ryu-yeon's suggestion.

You're making a fuss!

I can't get rid of the women I can't save.

The sound of a nail hitting an unpopular man's chest.

I couldn't help but sound full during the famine.

"Of course, I don't say anything impossible in the first place.

The way is...,"

Ryu-yeon popped out a piece of paper.

"All I have to do is sign here."

"What's this?"

"A secret weapon to keep you away from women's persistence."

Ryu-yeon said with a triumphant look.

"What kind of paper is it?"

The content was deeply questionable.

"You don't need to know that.

All you have to do is sign here.

I promise you, there will be no harm.

If you think it's unreasonable, you can pretend it never happened."

On purpose Ryu-Yeon did not show the contents of the document.

Ryu-yeon encouraged Mo Yong-hwi again.

If it's against reason, reason, justice, and rules, you don't have to abide by it.

Mo Yong-hwi finally didn't check the documents.

I signed it.

Unfortunately, his brain is not immune to discipline and academic advancement.

I don't know if it's an extraordinary ability to disallow, but it's a great deal to be able to

There was nothing short of coping.

Without checking out the contents completely, Mo Yong-hwi said,

A signature, which could be a stroke of fate, was written in the blank space of the document.

It was an application form for membership of the Asochor Society.

"Can you teach me what this is now?"

Mo Yong-hwi, who finished signing, asked again.

Only then did Ryu-Yeon reply with a significant smile.

"Ah, I, Hyorong, Changhong, and Junho joined the Aesojeoran Club.

It's an application form."

"Asojeojeojeojeo-jeo-jeo-hoe?

Mo Yong-hwi's reaction was less than I thought.

It was the first name I heard for Mo Yong-hui, who had only studied and trained.

"What is that place?"

He's a hell of a lot of martial arts, but he doesn't know much about club stuff.

Mo Yong-hwi knows what it's like to have a bunch of profligate people gathered there.

I had no idea it was a group.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough."

Ryu-Yeon glossed over his question.

This is because there was nothing good about Mo Yong-hwi's personality.

Mo Yong-hwi, a seriously ill person with myopia, is being treated like a pervert.

I couldn't have liked it.

In Cheonmu Academy, each club shall be provided with operating expenses according to the number of members each quarter;

It was being paid.

That is, the more registered members there are, the more operating expenses he/she receives;

I meant there is.

So even if Mo Yong-hwi doesn't participate in the activities, on paper,

It should be registered as a member.

This is what we call a ghost member.

They are the ones who contribute greatly to securing the operating budget of the club.

Due to this situation, the Asojeo Association's budget improvement and securing funds.Mo Yong-hwi, who was caught up in some kind of event for the purpose, made a mistake.

I joined the Aso Society.

Mo Yong-hwi, one of the most handsome men of the year, is flirting behind a woman with a ridiculous sound.

When rumors spread that he had become a member of the chasing party, he would be open to him.

I don't know what's gonna happen to the girls' faces.

I'm getting curious.

I don't know, but wouldn't it be quite worth a look?

It has been decades since the bet with Muyeong and Chu Il-tae.

In the meantime, Ryu-Yeon is taking classes with Changhong and Hyorong.

I had no choice but to spend my days.

It was a series of peaceful and boring daily lives with no major incidents.

Poor Yoon Junho is called in by Yeomdo every after school to see what special lessons he gets.

I don't know, but it's not until late at night that it's super dead or kneading.

It was common to come back.

Hyorong and Changhong looked at him with pity.

I couldn't find any other way to help him, so I was just saying.

It was just encouraging.

It was a pity that I felt more and more haggard day by day.

Ryu-yeon, the starting point and the main culprit of all the incidents, will not pretend to be true.

I turned a blind eye to it.

Today was the day when various classes were overlapped.

Ryu-yeon, who was preparing this and that class, suddenly looked at Mo Yong-hwi.

I wake up early in the morning, as usual, to make my living space infallible.

Mo Yong-hwi, who finished cleaning, quietly sits in front of the table for today's lecture.

I was busy preparing for Korea.

I'm sick of Ryu-Yeon watching next to me, and Mo Yong-Hwi's enthusiasm.

The incense fever was great.

Among the many courses, there was not a single subject that Mo Yong-hwi neglected.

His achievement was as outstanding as his efforts.

So it was Mo Yong-hwi, who was praised by any labor and management.

There is nothing more frightening than genius's efforts.

It was Ryu-Yeon who was the opposite of such a perfect model student, Mo Yong-hui.

He hasn't been interested in anything but music these days.

The labor and management were working hard.

The labor and management's eyes on him, who are always focused on sleeping.

It couldn't have been fine.

One day this happened in class.

That's when the class starts with a lecture on swordsmanship.

It was a lecture on the importance of eye law.

The labor and management are Murim's renowned swordsman and taught by Yoon Junho.

It was a management and management of the Volcanic Rainstorm Diary, which was considered an honor just for itself.

"The art of swordsmanship is the Savior.

The rest of the supplements and sentinels are thirty-three percent, respectively.

It is important that the eye laws are paramount to swordsmanship.

I emphasize that this logic is true of all other meritoriousness.

The same applies.

If you can't read others' movements, what's left is...

It's only defeat."

Like a swordsman, his teachings are all right.

It was made up, but it didn't interest Ryu-Yeon.

The lecture by Moon Man-sa continued.

"The most important thing in fighting against the enemy is to secure visibility.

If you miss the enemy's move, that's right.

Because it leads directly to my defeat.

You!"

"What? Me?"

It was none other than Ryu-Yeon he pointed to.

From the beginning of the lecture, he came down to Ryu-Yeon's soft snow.

My bangs were bothering my eyes.

It was unacceptable as a swordsman.

"Yes, you are.

Take a good look, everyone.

That's the only thing that can't get one's vision and make it worse.

Making is one of the worst examples."

When all eyes of the officials were on him,

I felt like I was getting embarrassed.

Actually, Ryu-yeon's bangs are down to the bottom of her eyes.It was disturbing his watch badly.

But Ryu-Yeon has never experienced much inconvenience.

"Don't you want to fix what's wrong with you right now?"

If you stay that way, when and under whose blade...

There is no guarantee of losing one's life.

But Ryu-Yeon remained calm despite Moon's advice.

"That's all right. I don't feel like it yet.

I haven't met anyone to the point where my hair would get in the way yet."

The mouth of the Volcanic Rainstorm Moon Diary opened wide.

According to what I heard, it was absolutely outrageous.

The prestigious door diary couldn't stand still.

It is also my duty as a teacher to guide the insolence of my pupils.

Because it was one of his duties.

"You're so wild and arrogant.

You think you can learn to sword with that spirit?"

An abstract shout fell on Ryu-Yeon.

"Excuse me, I'm not a swordsman."

I don't intend to learn anything in particular.

It's better to be perfect at one thing than to learn this and that.

Isn't it?"

It was amazing for the door diary I was listening to. rising

It was fortunate that he did not fall into the mouth of coins due to the deterioration.

"You're so confident.

Does the world look so easy?

The world is full of wild animals, like sand grains on the beach.

You don't even know what to say?"

"That's when it happened.

If I meet such an enemy, I tidy up my hair."

Ryu-Yeon said in a trifle.

"Before that, your head will be cut off by the opponent's sword.

And yet you're not going to change your mind?"

"Yes, and my master may have an accident.

They told me to cover my eyes with my hair."

Ryu-Yeon's ridiculous remarks put a disapproving look on the door diary.

You're covering your eyes with your hair?

The most important thing in learning martial arts to deal with enemies.

Cover your eyes and shrink your vision on purpose?'

He's part of the world's long-established axis, but he's deliberately using his hair.

I've never heard of the Moonpa story of blindfolding.

It was a sign.

"Eyes, to be exact.

They told me to just cover my face.

My master doesn't want to see it either.

I have a strange feeling."

Come to think of it, they told me not to show it especially in front of women.

All the girls are running away!

The master's majestic command, the Moon Diary.

There was no other choice.

But we can't verify the authenticity, and it's very unusual.

I was just swearing to myself that it was a reprehensible family tradition.

"Are you sure your hair that falls under your eyes is not in the way?"

"Yes, of course."

"May I try it out?"

"Of course."

Ryu-Yeon answered confidently.

"Then you can guess this, too."

As soon as the words of the doorknob fell, the brilliant redness of the sword in his sword...

It spewed out like a fantasy and disturbed Ryu-yeon's vision.

Part of the Whirlwind-free sword, one of the traditional black seasons of volcanic waves, has been tested.

will

It was an unexpected move.

Ryu-Yeon slightly pulled his head back.

It was because he read the hint that he was trying to remove his bangs.

Mr. Moon's intention to cut off his bangs under the guise of an accident was...

Ryu-Yeon pulled her head back, and the sword was exposed.

When nothing was achieved, the complexion of labor and management Moon turned insignificant.

I didn't think you'd read that subtle difference.

As soon as Ryu-Yeon's sword, which had been drawn in front of him, died down.The hall became as quiet as a lie.

"Can you tell me how many changes you's made?"

Moon said, hiding his firm complexion.

If you're that confident, I dare you, in my sword,

It was kind of a test to match the spurt of change.

"There are 48 of them."

Ryu-Yeon said as if it were insignificant.

" Of them, there are twelve weeds and thirty-six others.

This time, I cut back on the beginning to increase the change."

"Well, that's right."

Oh, my God.

Don't tell me your sword was going to be seen by a freshman.

The trauma was a huge thing.

By this time, the door diary had nothing to say.

"Well, do as you please.

Guys, in this case, most people don't get to hit the ground until later.

Wailing and regretting one's mistake.

Keep that in mind."

There was a bone in the words of the management and management of the Volcanic Rainstorm Moon Diary.

If you don't want to make any more of your agitation known, Moon's journalist, hurry up.

Resume the class.

"Well, over and over again, the eyes are closely related to speed and time.

Because it has a very close relationship with relative speed.

In other words, if your eye strength develops, you'll be able to move faster than your opponent.

You'll get the time.

If you can read and understand the speed of the other person,

Isn't that the speed at which the opponent is overpowered?

Because speed is relative in a fight, not absolute.

It can always change depending on the opponent and the environment.

That's why all the unpaid bills have the importance of the law.

It is also a consistent emphasis."

Every time I glance at Ryu-Yeon, it's like I'm angry inside.

Moonilgi Labor and Management's dull classes continued like this.

It's not like this has happened before, but it's happened so many times that the labor and management's Ryu-yeon...

The way you look at it couldn't have been nice.

But Ryu-Yeon still didn't care about the eyes of the people around him.

What he cares about these days is the fulfillment of his promise to Na-Yerin.

It was only a problem.

Na-Yerin To fulfill your promise to Na-Yerin, you must first meet various conditions and qualifications.

You should know. You can't win Samsung without knowing anything.

Fortunately, the Aso Society was easy to ask because there were many people who knew about it.

In particular, Jin Sung-gon and Lim Sung-jin spared no detailed explanation.

First of all, neither dog nor son could participate in the Samsung Festival.

To participate in the Samsung Festival, you must have at least a stomach of Ogumryong.

Because there was a tricky condition to do.

Underneath that, it's more complicated, more injured, and more complicated.

More than Ogumryong's, I'm not sure if I've ever been able to meet the limitations.

It's drawn.

It meant don't rush to get hurt.

So Samsung will never participate unless it takes precedence in obtaining the committee.

It was impossible. The only person who gets more than Oh Gum-ryong at once is...

It's safe to say that few of the first-year students are actually in the first-olds.

Participation was being denied.

It is still considered immature by the academic perspective.

But there are always exceptions.

Regardless of these rules, I'm a freshman this year, and I'm participating in Samsung.

There was a person who was dreaming.

That's a piece of cake. I think you can get it at once.

His name was Ryu-Yeon.

He was a man of sufficient ability and potential.

First of all, the acquisition of the committee had to be a priority to keep the promise.

It was the first step in fulfilling the promise. So how is the promotion test going?

Surprisingly, the method and procedure are simple.A person who is currently applying for a promotion has a higher rank than him.

All you have to do is pay and win. Of course, there's always a surveyor at the promotions hearing.

It is safe to say that there is no possibility that the test will be conducted illegally.

This system also provides a superior's experience, so it's important to evaluate the competence of the lower class.

It is a way to kill two birds with one stone together.

However, it seems that Ryu-Yeon was not the only one who needed Geomryongwi.

Mo Yong-hwi decided to have a sword dragon.

I decided to have a black dragon's stomach.

said Mo Yong-hwi.

"Yes."

Ryu-Yeon replied.

"Yes, I'm not very fond of the external performance assessment system.

But without it, various restrictions interfere with my study."

"Do you still have more to study?

Isn't that enough?

What are you going to use after learning everything?

I haven't used all the things I've learned so far."

"There's still a long way to go."

I'm still inexperienced."

"Phew, what do you think?

Do as you please."

Only studying and training without paying much attention to the promotion test at the beginning of the semester;

One reason why Mo Yong-hwi, who was dedicated, felt the need for a promotion test.

It was because.

The beginning of the incident was yesterday.

As usual, Mo Yong-hwi reads six times as many books as others do.

As if she was showing off her reading passion, she was once again at the library, Cheonseogak.

Found.

After reading most of his equipment supplies, he's on the other side, which he hasn't read yet.

It was when I approached a separate bookstore and was about to print out a book.

"Wait, not the book there."

"Why?"

The librarian in charge of the celestial calligraphy was a person he knew well.

Of course, the librarian can't get enough of his work every day.

It was impossible not to know Mo Yong-hwi, who is increasing the number.

But he had no choice but to restrain Mo Yong-hwi.

Because Mo Yong-hwi reached out to the library and Sim Deuk-seo was better than Oh Geom-ryong.

This was because only qualified people could read it.

The librarian explained the whole story to Mo Yong-hwi with a lot of apologies.

Mo Yong-hwi, who is as punctilious as his perfection, is sorry.

Step back, take a few boring books, and take a thousand seogak.

I had no choice but to get out.

According to a supplementary story from the librarian, the Chunmuhakwan has a history of...

In addition to non-payment loans, special lectures and training courses are also available.

It was also known that there were qualification restrictions depending on the grade.

Mo Yong-hwi's heartbreak after being stopped from making non-payment loans due to his qualifications was greatly hurt.

It was.

And there's a risk that you might not be able to take the course you want to take.

What a surprise.

So as soon as the next day dawned, Mo Yong-hwi immediately took the promotion test.

I made up my mind.

I'm never again restricted from reading non-accompanied books, training options, and lecture choices.

Mo Yong-hwi, who doesn't want to, finally made up his mind.

But up until now, he was only willing to participate in Samsung.

I didn't have much desire to win.

He was a man who had always thought that overindulgence and self-confidence would ruin his body.

But he had to change his mind a few days later.

"Chaenggang!"

Fireworks flared fiercely in front of my eyes.