Chapter 228

It was a defeat. A powerless one at that.

Shin Yeon-ho had no intention of bringing up handicaps now; honestly, just adjusting the friction coefficient could make even a second grader weep.

But what was happening?

He had clumsily dropped his wand, losing it from his hands and letting it fall to the ground.

In focusing too much on the Mariposa shield, he hadn’t even anticipated an attack from Name.

Regardless of everything else, the rule that Shin Yeon-ho had personally boasted about absolutely shouldn’t have been broken.

“Please…”

What kind of curses were being hurled on Name’s broadcast right now?

He wished for at least a proper clarification, but it seemed his thoughts hadn’t reached Name.

Name was leisurely evaluating the wands of the other groups alongside Professor Baeseojin.

“Oh, you added a variable resistor to the Wheatstone bridge circuit?”

“Yeah. The sensitivity increases relatively as you move from a quarter bridge to a half bridge, and then to a full bridge, so it can resolve accuracy issues.”

“That’s a brilliant creative idea. You should give this group good marks, Professor!”

“I’ll take note of that. Good job, Group 2.”

“Awesome!”

Indeed.

There was no sign of a duel; they were merely assessing how well they had complemented each other’s work.

“Why aren’t you dueling?”

When Shin Yeon-ho asked, puzzled, Name shrugged.

“I never said I’d duel everyone here.”

“What do you mean? If you want good grades, you should prove yourself through dueling.”

“I only proposed it because your group made the best one. Were you seriously planning to have eight people duel against elementary school students?”

“No…!”

“I’m a person too. Who knows better than you how exhausting it is to duel?”

He was at a loss for words.

Especially since what she said was entirely correct, it only added to his frustration.

The chat messages cascaded down, one by one.

Even Yeon-ho, who didn’t often watch streams, could guess what those words were.

Probably alternating between ‘me’ and ‘rock’.

“Please, just save me! I’m begging you, Name! No, No Name!”

In a panic, Shin Yeon-ho even went to bow down in front of Name.

His group members seemed resigned to their fate, resting their foreheads in disbelief.

* * *

Seeing the students from Korea University, I felt that everyone seemed a bit lacking and awkward, yet incredibly quick-witted and sharp.

Having never experienced working life, I wondered if this analogy was correct, but I thought this was the exact kind of impression an intern who got through hundreds to one competition would leave.

I often found myself surprised at their flashes of creativity and knowledge, and I began to understand why they are referred to as Korea’s top talents.

“That was a joke, you know.”

“A joke… Yeah, it’s definitely the age to be joking… But if you do it twice, I feel like my heart won’t survive…”

Shin Yeon-ho and my stream viewers reached a peaceful agreement.

Following the culture of Twish broadcasts, he stood on his hands and delivered a sincere apology.

He never answered the viewers’ questions about who received the soft skills development planner until the end.

If he said it was from Professor Cheon, it might undeservedly provoke the young audience and turn their parents against him.

I could never forget the sense of deprivation and isolation I felt during the past when North Face and Canada Goose padding became popular among bullies.

“I can’t do anything about the internet news.”

“What?”

“There are reporters who occasionally hang out on my broadcast. Sometimes they suggest I appear on variety shows.”

“Hey! What do we do then?”

“What do you mean? We just have to bear it. You hit me, so why are you blaming me?”

“Ahhh! My social reputation!”

I felt a bit sorry.

But it was still fun.

Neither Shin Yeon-ho nor I had fought with full effort, yet I felt a sense of freedom reminiscent of the past.

The only issue was that my body was too weak.

When I did that spinning back kick earlier, I had strained my leg too much, causing my hip joint to feel stiff.

Even using just low-level magic, my mana drained rapidly, and I couldn’t achieve the perfection I aimed for.

The area spell ‘Eye of the Typhoon’ that I had attempted was embarrassing to show again.

I clenched my fist and resolved.

“Getting stronger is the priority.”

With only my own strength and without any cheats from my past life.

Modern magic does have complexities in the casting process, but there were treasures cultivated by countless intellectuals.

It shouldn’t be too difficult to become much stronger than before.

I just hope this peaceful time lasts a long time.

“Ha…”

Next to me, Shin Yeon-ho was checking online main portals, searching alternately for his name and school.

Would it really come up that quickly?

His deep sighs were quite pitiful.

“Should I grant you a wish or something?”

“Will you really grant it if I ask?”

He eagerly jumped on the opportunity.

“You know business is based on reciprocal relationships, right?”

Recently, the V-tube revenue had been a bit sparse.

That couldn’t continue.

The family’s livelihood of Seoyuna’s family depended on it.

* * *

[NoName Official]

[Community Post]

[Hello. I’m Maru, the editor for No Name V-tube.

First of all, I sincerely thank all of you for supporting No Name.

As subscribers know, several of the main games we focus on have faced suspension, causing irregularities in broadcasting and video uploads.

In response, No Name is working hard to uncover a variety of content that is not limited to just two games, and we’re also planning live broadcasts.

To ensure the fun of the broadcast, all individuals appearing in the videos without mosaics have given prior permission, but please keep in mind that they are just regular people.

Furthermore, secondary creation of videos is limited to V-tube and V-tube shorts, and we need to inform you that appearances of regular people can lead to lawsuits for infringing on portrait rights.

Thank you.]

[Shorts]

[To lose to an 8-year-old~♡ How embarrassing~♡ Hurry and do a handstand apology~♡][Views: 1.46 million]

[Best Comment]

– Are there possibly two editors for V-tube? [Likes: 3.4k]

└ (NoName Official): There’s just me. [Likes: 2.1k]

└ I thought the person who posted the announcement and the one who uploaded the shorts were different people for a momentㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

– Master and Looㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ [Likes: 2.7k]

└ Rather, I feel bad for that person being archivedㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└ If it was intentional, that would be a genius move.

└ How could you even think of archiving this,ㅋㅋㅋ pure evil.

– Yeon-ho, you should pay twice the taxes.

└ No, you should pay off the national debt too.

└ So funnyㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└ National debtㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└ Oh, the country is struggling these daysㅋㅋㅋㅋ

– He’s not incredibly handsome, but he’s fit and smart and has charm, so I can’t help but feel fluttery.

└ Looks like a web drama protagonistㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└ Just a top-tier predator, nothing more.

└ Sigh… He’s so good that I don’t even have the energy to criticize him… I’m just tired of telling him to pay taxes, he should just confess and go to jail.

└ hahahaha

– If I see him at the gym, I’ll knock him out with dumbbells.

└ Hahaha, please don’t exercise.

└ But doesn’t he have a fit body? He has abs, right?

└ That person is a classmate from Altear Academy. He says he only jogs and does push-ups; he’s actually lost a lot of muscle compared to his high school days.

└ Lock them all up. No, send a special investigation team.

* * *

The next day, I watched the video once through.

Somehow, the shabby and embarrassing projects made by the students of Korea University ended up on screen.

Including scenes where the professor and I were harshly critiquing them.

Wasn’t the promotional video supposed to showcase the university’s excellence?

Why would they want to show such embarrassing shortcomings?

However, the staff in the promotion team insisted it was fine. They said that these human aspects resonate better with the public these days.

“Well, who cares? It’s Korea University.”

It might actually not be a big deal.

The amount of footage had unexpectedly bloated, and I decided to attend just one more class.

Thanks to Shin Yeon-ho’s earnest request, the next destination was naturally determined.

[Symbolic Logic (113.227) – Department of Philosophy]

The curriculum of the Philosophy Department is somewhat unique.

Until graduation, only students who meet all requirements by the end of their third year are forced to take a full semester of classes with 16 credits in the first semester and 17 credits in the second semester.

Thanks to this, students with a curriculum as busy as Law or Medicine showed remarkable attendance during the summer semester.

“If you go to the symbolic logic class, you’ll find Ban So Wol from Aspen Academy. She has long brown curly hair, is about 165 cm tall, has an oval face, and fair skin.”

Even though it was supposed to be a day off, Shin Yeon-ho, who had stubbornly followed me to school, stood in front of the Humanities Building 7 and described her appearance.

“Are you asking me to get her number?”

His floppy hair bobbed up and down.

If only he had used some wax to fix it.

“Do you like her?”

“…! No, no, it’s not like that…”

“Isn’t it more meaningful for you to go and get the number yourself instead of asking me?”

“You’ll find out when you go…”

He said this with a gloomy expression.

At that time, I couldn’t even guess what he was trying to say…

Creak—

Carefully opening the small classroom door, a rush of warmth hit me as the breeze from the fan swept over.

I had already given a heads-up to the philosophy professor, but it seemed the students still didn’t know.

After staring at me in shock for a while, one student recognized me and suddenly burst into applause.

“Eureka!”

When I say “bursting,” I mean it literally.

The sound of palms clapping echoed like an explosion.

Only then did the other male students, lifting their integrated desks, awkwardly rise from their seats to welcome me.

“Hello…?”

I cautiously spoke up.

Male, male, male.

Why are there so many guys? I was sure the ratio in philosophy was supposed to be one-to-one.

While the young male professor cleared his throat, a muscular man with bronze skin revealed a perfect set of teeth and waved at me.

Where did the philosopher go, leaving behind these beast-like iron men?

The man reached out for a handshake but then suddenly withdrew his hand.

“We just played soccer earlier, and we’re still sweaty.”

I almost thought I had entered a boys’ high school instead of a university.

“Ha… Haha…” I awkwardly laughed and responded appropriately.

Eventually, unlike the students, the frail-looking philosophy professor came to introduce me.

Seeing him from the front, it was evident.

It wasn’t that there were many males.

There were only males.

Except for just one.

“I’m sure no one here is a stranger to No Name, who has come to experience a day of symbolic logic class. We welcome you! You can sit anywhere; do you have a specific seat in mind?”

In the front row, three desks were connected, and two seats were already taken.

On the far right was a muscular guy who looked similar to the one I saw first, furiously typing away.

And in the center, a woman with slightly blank eyes was smiling sweetly and clearly looking at me.

She was the only girl in the class.

“Ah! Can I sit next to Ban So Wol? Is that okay with you?”

“Yes, I’m fine with that. Name, do you want to sit here?”

The beautiful woman, who tapped her fingers on the desk, wafted a fragrant shampoo scent in the sweaty classroom.

Beyond the semi-transparent window, I spotted Shin Yeon-ho gazing at me with a longing expression.

Ah… so that’s why I hadn’t approached her recklessly.

This girl has a considerable number of bodyguards.

If I accidentally touched the wrong nerve, the future of having my spine folded in half by the philosophy boys was all too evident.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Yes, nice to meet you too.”

The model student image of Ban So Wol straightened her back and paid attention to the class.

As the professor wrote logical symbols on the board, the guy next to me began typing eagerly.

Meanwhile, Ban So Wol maintained her gaze fixed on the board while affectionately stroking the back of my hand on the desk as if treating a puppy.

“Your hands are nice.”

She whispered softly.

“Oh, thanks…”

I guess it’s just because she’s younger.

Suddenly, her palm firmly clasped my hand.

“…?”

“Do you want to arm wrestle later?”

“Yes…?”

Ban So Wol smiled with a subtle chuckle.

Is she really a crazy girl?