I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

Two days later, in the office.

Nanae Mizuki, the burden of Class 2-B, was puzzled by the sudden weight of responsibility.

“Yes? Career counseling?”

“That’s right, I want to do it, but I just don’t have the time.”

As he said that, Matsuda rubbed her chin with a beard rough and sat down on a chair, patting her on the shoulder and said.

“Anyway, Mizuki-sensei, shouldn’t he need career counseling for his students to continue his teaching career? Take this opportunity to think of it as practice and take it easy. Career counseling at the beginning of the semester isn’t really that important.”

“Yes, yes…”

As the youngest in the office and a freshman in society, all she could say was ‘yes’ from the beginning.

In fact, it was a normal procedure for her to take on career counseling because she had relatively few classes.

This is because Matsuda, the only history teacher in the school, enters many classes and is very busy preparing classes for each grade level.

However, accepting it as reason and accepting it as emotion are two different things, so Mizuki sighed deeply and sat down at the desk at the sudden load.

‘okay! Let’s do it right anyway! Nanae!’

Enter the spirit and open the attendance sheet for Class 2-B.

The attendance list was numbered from 1 to 26 in hiragana order.

In general, the photos used in the attendance list are from the first year, so compared to the current appearance, the characteristic is that they look a little younger.

‘No. 1 Minami Aizawa, No. 2 Shun Akagi… ‘

It has already been three weeks since the new school year started, but I still haven’t memorized all the faces and names of the classmates.

I’m still working hard, so maybe I’ll memorize everything by the middle of May?

“No. 11 Ryuji Sakamoto… ‘

As I memorized the faces and names of the students one by one and pointed them out with my fingers, the last turn came soon after.

He is the last numbered student because he is the only student in his class to use a katakana name.

‘Kim Yoo-seong.’

Although it must have been a year ago from now, in the ID photo he took when he entered the school, he was not a student with excessively developed muscles as he is now. Just at first glance, did you do some exercise?

Seeing the boy he used to be like he is now, I wonder what the hell happened in one year.

In general, the attendance book for teachers contains specific information about the student.

Naturally, Mizuki, who read the explanation under the picture of Kim Yoo-sung, spit out his voice without realizing it.

“No way! Senior grade?!”

When she suddenly made a loud noise, the eyes of the other teachers in the classroom were focused on her.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t do that on purpose!”

Thanks to that, she sweated apologizing, sat back on her chair and took a deep breath before reading, but she read Kim Yoo-sung’s peculiarities.

‘Full scholarship student, representative of the freshman students of the previous year, never missed the top grade since admission, the secretary of the student council, the class attitude is very sincere, there is nothing to teach honestly… ‘

While fully sympathizing with the last comment, perhaps written by Matsuda-sensei, she was alone in her thoughts.

‘Is the rumor true that the next-generation elite yakuza favored by the boss of the organization running around the academy?’

It’s not that rumors like that are circulating for no reason.

But on the surface, he’s an honor student, so he might be in a situation where he can’t teach anything.

Now that she is only in her third week of her teaching career, she has no choice but to be a troublesome opponent.

A person who can’t even protect himself properly should consult the career path of such a great student.

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Mizuki, who was sitting in the office and worried by herself, realized that no matter how much she thought, she couldn’t find an answer, so she decided to just boldly bump into it.

‘It’ll be alright, it’ll be alright!’

***

Lunchtime on a Wednesday afternoon.

Perhaps because Golden Week was just around the corner, the atmosphere in the class seemed to be floating more than usual.

When I returned from a meal with a member of the student council I met after about a week, the class leader was writing something on the blackboard.

career counseling.

“Oh, is it time to do that already?”

After last Saturday’s incident, Karen, who had become close friends, came to our class to meet Rika and mumbled something like that when she saw the words written on the blackboard.

Career counseling is a word I haven’t heard in a long time.

In fact, since I came to the world of comics, I never really thought about the future.

Before possessing, I went to a local engineering college according to my grades and rode a graduate student tree, a slave of the professor, but honestly, with my current grades and physical abilities, I thought I could succeed in anything I did in the future.

“What’s your dream, Ryu-chan?”

I, who was alone in contemplation, was awakened by Rika’s sudden question.

“…well, should I inherit my parents’ shop?”

“Eh, something so simple. I thought you would say that I’m the strongest man on earth.”

“What cartoon are you talking about this time?”

As I said it and looked at it like crazy, Rika said, “Look at this,” and showed me the jump she was reading.

A man with a muscular body was raising his right fist high against the barren ground.

“This is a new fighting game, so please read it because it’s really fun!”

“…okay.”

Then Karen, who was listening to me and Rika’s nonsensical conversation, asked.

“By the way, you said that Yoosung’s house is running a restaurant, what exactly do they sell?”

“All yakiniku and Korean food. Other than that, how much simple food do customers want?”

“Hey, it seems that you are genetically good at your food.”

Karen nodded her head as if she was persuaded as she sat down on her desk.

No matter how much she wore spats under her skirt, she looked so defenseless that, to be honest, she had no place to put her eyes.

“Next time, if you have time, come play. I won’t treat you badly because you’re a friend.”

“That’s right! Yuseong’s mother made a dish called Soup Gukjang! It’s so delicious!”

“So…?”

“It’s not what you think it is, so calm down, Karen.”

I returned Karen, who had a cat-like expression that momentarily looked at the universe to her original state, and then glanced at the clock on the wall.

In the midst of a frenzied chatter, lunchtime was almost over.

The children who had come to play in the other class using their chatter time seemed to be slowly returning to their own class, so we said goodbye to Karen.

“Then, have a good career counseling.”

“Yeah, Karen, too.”

~♪

Then, a familiar bell sounded from the speaker, and the fifth period began.

***

Ichijo Gakuen’s Wednesday 5th and 6th periods are originally self-development classes.

Originally, self-study was usually conducted during this time, but there were cases where activities that required a lot of time outside of class were performed, such as career counseling or special lectures from external instructors.

As the class leader wrote on the blackboard at lunch time, he was going to have career counseling today, and as soon as the 5th period started, one person from the front number was called and headed to the second year’s office.

‘Then my turn is the last.’

I didn’t have anything to study, so I counted the remaining time by reading the jump Rika gave me first.

Based on what we’ve seen so far, it takes at least 5 minutes to a maximum of 8 minutes per person. No matter how short I tried to cut it off, it was unavoidable because the conversation often ended up being long.

However, if there are 26 people in the class, and each of them is given 5 minutes on average, a total of 150 minutes is required.

There was not enough time physically even when using the entire 10-minute break, so it was a structure that had no choice but to come out relatively rough.

“Sakamoto, you’re next.”

Eventually, when Sakamoto’s turn, number 11, came back, it was just after the 5th period had ended and the 6th period had begun.

Perhaps my turn comes after at least 80 minutes, so I will inevitably be late for the after-school activities that start from the 7th period.

Then I don’t know what the president or vice president will hear, so I’ll go to the student council room in advance after the 6th period and tell them that I’ll be late for career counseling.

***

“Yeah. Your grades will be enough to get you into the university you want to go to. The teacher will support you, so let’s do our best together.”

“yes!”

After about two hours of fighting, Mizuki, who finished career counseling with Maiya Yaguchi, attendance number 25, barely leaned against his desk, exhausted.

‘It’s already 3:10. The 7th period will start soon.’

Now there is only one left.

However, from the point of view of the new teacher, Mizuki, he was no less than the final boss.

‘you can do it! Nana! You can do it!’

After hitting himself on the cheek to reinforce his resolve, he stares intently at the door of the classroom where Kim Yoo-sung will soon enter.

Suddenly, someone’s footsteps were heard from across the hallway.

Druck!

The moment he opened the door and stepped inside, it seemed that the temperature inside the classroom had dropped by about 3 degrees in an instant.

“Uh, come on.”

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Mizuki raised her head to greet him with as much smile as possible.

‘uh? uh? uh?’

But the head goes up endlessly.

I’ve always only seen him while standing at the school table, so he was embarrassed by his height, much taller than I thought, and he slowly approached Mizuki.

thud! thud! thud! thud!

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Mizuki couldn’t tell whether what he heard was his own heartbeat or the heavy footsteps of Kim Yoo-sung.

One thing is certain, however, is that the past self knew nothing.

‘Come on!’

I wanted to run away right now.