Becoming an Academy Cowboy

My Fair Lady(1)

“How are you?”

He hesitated and hid the test paper behind his back, and he could hardly take out the test paper.

“it’s okay. You should think of another way to study.”

uhm. how should i study

I made sure to establish the concept like that last time…

Failing the exam is a big deal.

The midterm exam is coming soon, and there is a big setback in my plans for the future.

However, as if to make fun of me, he slightly pulled out his tongue and took out the test paper.

“Hobini. I believe in sound. I study very hard with sound.”

What else is studying hard?

Did you translate Study very hard?

What the hell was her way of studying?

On her slip of paper, Instructor Kiara’s little cat was stamped to signify passing.

He covered his mouth and turned his head as if he had been hurt.

“Hobini doesn’t believe Sorina. It hurts my heart.”

“I need to practice a bit more. You can see that the corners of your mouth are raised here too.”

“tail? There is no sounding tail.”

The sound of looking around his own buttocks to see if he could even have a tail that didn’t exist because of black magic.

It is clear that there are only a few people who know how to speak Korean.

When she’s been bragging about it for a while, there must be people who don’t like it.

The main characters are cadets who will perform a hellish treadmill routine after a few hours because their grades are pushed aside even for international students.

Instructor Kiara will surely roll over them with a determination to say that such an international student who can’t even speak Korean, full of resentment, has failed the exam.

People like to blame others for their failures.

Especially if there is something to compare with and she lacks the ability to speak.

And it’s not just those with low grades who dislike Soina.

There are women who don’t like the obsessive-looking His Majesty’s flirtatious flirtatious flirt.

I swear, out of all the resources I have in this world, the resource that works best in this world is this face.

The people at this academy come to my face like deep-sea fish possessed by the lantern of a lanternmaw at will, but when they see the title of an F-class cadet, they run away again.

An F-class cadet who listens is still and feels dirty.

I didn’t even beg you to come.

I hear their voices whispering behind my back, but I have no intention of polluting my ears with those dirty words.

“Sound. I’ll see you at the cafe after the Guardian’s intro. I’ll help you with math today.”

“All right. See you later, Hobini!”

Often the sound of running with footsteps.

[Do you like him? So, do you help with all your heart and soul?]

Anistine asked with a smirk.

“It’s not good in that sense. I’m just looking at his potential.”

[Actually, seeing him beating monsters, it was like looking at me when I was young.]

“I think I bought it while beating people up when I was young.”

She showed off a menacing straight and hook in the air.

[If you live on a ranch. All the naughty bastards are twisted. Just as flies are entangled in food, where a lot of people gather, all the arrogant assholes will inevitably gather. Someone needs to fix that. So my nickname was the dentist.]

I head to the library with Anistine, who has been proud of her advanced extraction methods for a long time.

My goal right now is to make sure Sona doesn’t take supplementary classes.

If she can send money to Romania periodically, she will never be corrupted.

I have to raise that girl’s grades in order to make sure that something as vicious as the last car never happens.

*

“Hobini. I don’t understand this part. Mathematics is very difficult.”

“It matters what you want to save. Once you put the thing you want to save as X…”

Since coexistence with the other world began, the importance of basic education has increased.

The academy still teaches math.

Guardians and Hunters entering the dungeon must comply with the various conditions required in the dungeon.

There are dungeons that simply repel monsters, but there are also dungeons that test your brain with various gimmicks.

In such a dungeon, reading comprehension is the minimum requirement.

Because no one can answer the question without knowing it,

Because mathematics doubles the ability to think logically, the academy teaches mathematics as if it were a warm-up before a proper exercise.

Most of all, the advanced curriculum of the cadets was progressed in order to change the image of the Guardian.

The early hunters and guardians literally risked their lives to hunt, and they were close to warriors.

When they left to explore the dungeon, thousands of citizens would sow flowers at their feet.

And the flower was often turned into the harmony of warriors.

And society has changed.

At this point in time when it was stabilized to a certain extent, the guardian and hunter’s secret rose gradually decreased, and those with good grades had to act as idols.

In the world where I was before, there was a time when a certain idol was asked a question about history, and there was a time when he was asked if he had a brain.

Should the idols of this age show their ignorance?

It was the custom not to ask questions that would undermine their status as much as possible, but it was more comfortable for each other to answer the questions that popped up from time to time.

The above is true, but anyway, today, the cadets are wrestling on the desk saying, ‘Why does a guardian need to know the movement of a figure?’

Surprisingly, students who fail any subject are also taken to make-up classes.

I don’t know why they do 200 push-ups just because they can’t fix it.

What is certain is that the saying that the body suffers if the head is not enough is correct in a different sense at the Fallen Hope.

It was time to sit down in a cafe for a few hours and block the hot eyes of the cafe owner with his body.

I think it’s not polite to sit and study for two hours with two cups of coffee, so I buy two more macaroons and two more coffees, and only then do I get my sharp eyes.

When you bring a pig stick macaron, he holds it tightly in his hand as if it were a precious thing.

And with one bite, the depth of mathematics disappears from her face.

“Obviously, Hobini is the best. Pork stick macaron…”

It seems that we are not the only ones studying at this cafe.

Looking back at the constant, nervous sharp sound coming from one corner, I saw a person studying while pulling his hair out.

It seems that math is difficult even for a samurai woman.

“eww. Damn it, how the hell am I supposed to do this…”

With the steam rising above Namgungyeon’s head, I think I can boil the milk to put on top of the cafe latte.

She covered her face with a tired look and left the cafe as if she was trying to get some wind.

It may be a hoax, but I’m curious as to what kind of problem you’re struggling with like that.

A problem with multiple overlapping triangles and finding the angle of one triangle.

It is difficult, but it is a problem that can be solved with a little application.

Mathematics itself is an important event whether it can come up with an idea or not.

Even in the original story, when he started hiding or twisting a little, he was very embarrassed.

Maybe it’s because it’s a style that literally tries to confirm things only within the case.

I draw an auxiliary line on the extension of the triangle to help her solve the problem.

Then, as if nothing happened, he sits in front of Sori or Mondragon and gives a tribute to her who is suffering.

There is no one around her, except for me.

This action is probably my helping hand to her.

It may stimulate her self-esteem, but maybe I need to provoke a little more to awaken her even a little faster.

If she quickly realizes her shortcomings, she’ll probably ask me something.

*

Namgungga should always be perfect.

Dad always spoke like a habit and pushed her away.

Nam Goong-yeon hated such a father.

And he can’t stand the fact that he becomes the fault of the family.

Besides, it was he who gave up the spear and held the nine swords until he lost his father and chuckled.

Her father would slander her if she had a problem the size of a mustard seed.

Father is such a person.

I wanted to do well in all subjects and stand tall as a Guardian in my own style.

But I’m stuck on just one problem like this.

This was annoying and even humiliating.

She cools her head with the wind. You’ll have to find a way somehow.

She took a deep breath and came in, promising to solve the problem.

She picked up the Sharp with a wretched heart.

And I felt strange.

A problem I couldn’t understand was solved in just 3 minutes.

“what. this. Am I struggling with this? Why?”

She quickly found out the reason.

In a triangle that he couldn’t see when he was full of anger, an auxiliary line was revealing his own presence.

The slightly crooked auxiliary line was a line that was drawn roughly without anyone sleeping.

That damn line gave him the answer he was trying to find at once.

That line that runs through all the answers to the question, one.

It was a solution I hadn’t even thought of.

How can you solve a problem that you are struggling with so easily?

Humiliation took precedence over gratitude. Why didn’t I figure it out?

It was clear that one of the people here had done it.

Did you want to brag about how well you studied?

But who the hell?

It’s definitely not a sound or a mondragon over there. She’s a kid who can’t even cover herself well.

Then the only person left is Rahobin drinking coffee over there.

My first impression of him wasn’t very good.

His admissions grades were low and he worked hard, but he thought it was difficult to climb high due to the inherent limitations of the weapon itself.

There was a time when Helmachi did him a favor, but that was just showing the noblesse obsolete of the samurai to the three who looked like the bottom line.

But at the same time, Nam Goong-yeon is getting more and more concerned about him.

Is it because of what he said in the dungeon?

Or maybe it was because of the humiliation of crying in front of him.

It was not a matter for himself to flirt with his words.

However, since he came here, he was the only person who evaluated him without saying a word to him at the same time.

Above all, he beat Instructor Kiara.

Even if she said it was thanks to luck, winning was a victory, and she had no intention of denigrating it.

The man who was concerned like a thorn placed under his chin like that was provoking her rather than provoking her.

She decided to ask without weighing this or that.

“Rahobin?”

“uh. What’s up?”

“Don’t take the shichimi. Did you do this?”

“Under the circumstances, it seems so. I am the only one motivated to touch your book.”

wow. Namgoong-yeon replied as if angry.

“Don’t play with words. I’m serious now.”

“It’s so terrifying.”

Namgoong-yeon really heated up like it was just before the explosion, but kept her final calm and asked.

“Answer me.”

“uh. I drew it.”

“why?”

“To make you waste less time.”

In the conversation that is getting closer to the question and answer, Namgoong-yeon asks like an explosion.

“Then why did you do that? I was able to solve it.”

“really?”

She couldn’t answer anything.

she was the first to know

Because she couldn’t even imagine the act of drawing an auxiliary line.

“You’ve only been solving one problem for two hours. I didn’t even think to look at the answer sheet, I just stared at it. Seeing you wasting your time made me even worse. Your usual behavior.”

“What did I do?”

“You didn’t choose the instructor. Even though there is a faster way, I can’t choose.”

Nam Goong-yeon asks a question.

“Isn’t that the same thing for you too?”

“I didn’t choose it because there was no one I could teach, and you didn’t choose any of the many swordsmanship instructors, so there’s a difference.”

She looked at him with a dissatisfied expression.

It was as if he was piercing her heart, pricking her back and forth.

“Can you repeat what I said before? You can be like your mother.”

Those were the words I really wanted to hear, but every time they came out of his mouth, my heart ached.

“If you can get a little help from others, you can catch up in five years.”

She had two motives.

One is her pride of being a samurai woman,

And one is the desire to follow her mother.

If pride had taken precedence, I would have given him a face-to-face and told him what you knew.

But now, in the dark, there is no clue.

Namgoong-yeon was not a person who threw out clues because of his pride in a situation where his words were the only thread that could get out of the labyrinth.

“Tell me. What should I do so I can follow my mother?”

“Promise me you will do exactly what I said. Then I’ll tell you how. It is not difficult.”

He said raising his pinky finger.

teeth are broken

You mean you had to listen to this man?

Breaking her self-esteem?

Read at noble mtl.com

Just spit, snap your fingers and turn around.

You don’t have to, right?

Her pride gently seduced her.

It was a sweet temptation, and she almost fell for it.

But her greatest aspiration allowed even to break her self-esteem.

She grabbed his little finger roughly.

“Say it. hurry.”

“I’ll see you at the dungeon with only one sword.”

She looked at him quietly, then returned to her seat, packed her bag, and left the cafe.

Only Sorina was holding the pig stick macaron with a bewildered expression.

“Sound. follow me I’ll buy you another macaron later.”

Now is the time to correct Namgungyeon.