Chapter 282

The children, soaked in sweat, finished their showers and arrived at the stands.

Meanwhile, the 3rd graders of the elementary division fought hard and secured victory, but the 4th and 5th graders suffered defeats, bringing the score back to 2-2.

Considering Professor Cheon’s throat health, I decided to handle the commentary alone for the time being.

While he greeted other parents, Yuna and Haru took seats next to me.

“Just what kind of guts did our Haru have to say that in the interview? Huh?”

Haru hugged my waist tightly and begged for forgiveness.

“Waaaaah, please spare me! I won’t act up again!”

“Enough. Sit down.”

“Haru, are you getting close with Na-Mae lately? Come here, Na-Mae!”

“Seoyuna, don’t try to sneakily hug me either.”

“Cheh!”

Yuna crossed her arms and turned her head away.

I ignored their obvious act and turned on the broadcast to prepare for the next 6th-grade coverage.

[‘Chojun-do Cat’ donated 10,000 won!]

– It’s amazing how Na-Mae comments without a hitch even though it’s a match for the higher grades! Does she know all the spells used in the tournament?

“Well, yes. The type of spells is limited until the elementary division. If you choose efficient spells, there are only a few.”

“Then what are the rules for your participation?”

Yoon Si Hoo squeezed in from behind and asked. He didn’t seem to care that his face was showing on the broadcast.

“It’s unlimited below 2nd circle. For the 3rd circle, you can use only one type.”

“3rd circle… but you can use the 4th circle, right?”

“I’ve even tried the 8th circle.”

“Liar. There’s only one 8th circle spell in this world.”

“Think whatever you want.”

The atmosphere that had been ecstatic with the victory of the 2nd and 3rd graders shrank with the two consecutive defeats.

Seviron’s cheers gradually diminished, and the sounds of chanting for Altear rose.

Despite Seoma-ru and Seonoel desperately trying to lift the spirits of the gloomy 2nd graders, it was still insufficient without victories.

During that time, when Namgung Jin and Seong Eunbyeol from the 6th grade stood on stage, an enormous cheer struck my eardrums.

– Hero appears baam!

– The reliable Namgung of Cheongcheonnam comes on stage!

– If you reduce it, XX

– LOL these guys are just the system’s corruption itself.

– You can see there’s zero tension… it’s too easy…

– Look at their outfits, did they come here to play?

– They’re really insane, showing up in a martial arts uniform LOL.

The viewers expressed their enthusiastic greetings on the broadcast.

“Were those seniors really that famous?”

“Cheongcheonnam’s clan leader is that senior’s maternal grandfather. Did you really not know?”

Kim Han Gyeol, the grandson of the Raon clan leader, suddenly popped his head in.

“Aren’t the Namgung family a Chinese sect?”

“Not the Namgung family, but Cheongcheonnam. Cheongcheonnam is a Korean clan.”

“Why did they name the clan like that?”

“The person who first created it was a fan of martial arts, according to my grandfather.”

“Seriously? Does your grandfather know that person?”

“Um… probably?”

Kim Han Gyeol, nodding at a question I threw out.

Well, this industry is as much about connections as classical music, so it wouldn’t be strange.

It’s surprising how people only two degrees removed know each other so well, making me realize just how precious Yuna and Ji Hye are among these wealthy children.

“I can’t let this go on. Iharu, switch seats with Ji Hye.”

“Why not!”

“We’re going to play among commoners.”

It wasn’t something I, who was from the imperial faction in my past life, should say, but whatever.

The 6th graders’ match didn’t need commentary as it tilted heavily in one direction.

In just 23 minutes, the two of them wiped out all five of their opponents without substitutions, and we could happily head out for lunch.

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[Seviron is in an unexpected golden generation? Not only 6th graders but here comes a 2nd grader too!]

[2nd grader Kim Han Gyeol from Seviron, who declared, “I’m the weakest among the Four Heavenly Kings.” Our leader is ‘No Name.’]

[Freelancer ‘Kim Geun’ from the battlefield mage background curses and criticizes Altear Academy’s academic atmosphere on his personal internet broadcast. “Altear XX is due for payback.”]

[No Name’s entry from the 3rd grade of the middle division, experts are still skeptical, saying ‘Well…’.]

[Exclusive Interview) Active battlefield mage ‘Jung XX’ – If only mana capacity supports it, even No Name has the potential to excel in the middle division.]

“Anyway, the elementary division is problematic like this. Since they’re picked with money, they’re always losing to Seviron.”

“We’re always cleaning up the mess. If that’s the case, then why not just eliminate the useless elementary division entirely.”

“We can just win in the middle division. If the high school seniors have any sense, they’ll at least win once, right?”

For the first time in years, Seviron Academy led 3-2 at halftime.

Journalists began to skip lunch and churn out speculative articles asking if the tide was finally turning in the battle between Gangnam and Gangbuk.

To quell the concerns of parents, the principal of Altear Academy’s elementary division stepped up.

However, the students’ discontent was that the fallout reached Altear’s middle division as well.

“How much must they have looked down on us, having won nothing in seven years, to send elementary kids to compete? Especially in a 3rd-year match?”

A female student, removing gel nails on her fingertips, said irritably.

Every time a sharpened aura passed by, bits of nail polish fell to the floor.

“It’s a chance for all their skills to be revealed. We’re not geniuses, right? I’ve been learning five languages since I was four and have an IQ of 150, but I just quietly study hard without showing up on broadcasts.”

The male student chewing gum with his hands in his school pants didn’t seem particularly pleased either.

“Yeah, yeah. There are always those who show off. Starting internet broadcasts from a young age, and what’s it called? LoL…? Monthly-OA? Why are they playing such odd games?”

“Parents who let them do that are a bit unusual too.”

A female student, with bright red tint on her lips, took the lollipop out of her mouth and spat out her words rapidly, to which a nearby boy nodded in agreement.

“Elementary kids can play around like that and still get good grades. Hey, Odokjae, you graduated from Seviron’s elementary division, right? Is that the kind of place it is?”

The gaze of the 3rd graders all turned to Odokjae.

In a mood of collectively bad-mouthing Seviron, he offered a compromise.

“Well… not everyone, but I think there were some kids who were trying hard…?”

“So it means most didn’t, right? That’s why you left Seviron and came to Altear.”

“Right. Yeah…”

“Honestly! Our school’s 50th ranked student would probably perform better than your top 10! It’s just a bit frustrating.”

Even though the students were filled with complaints about the world, they were quite friendly towards Odokjae.

Especially since in the academy world where grades are everything, Odokjae always felt a sense of relief knowing he was at the very top.

If he got on the bad side of any of them, it would practically guarantee a rough academy life from that day on.

“By the way, I’d like to see the MCT Oppas’s closing ceremony performance after the match quickly! If the high schoolers come, all the seats will be taken, right?”

“Minyoung, if you get a Pokémon, give me the duplicates.”

“No way! I’ve already given you a lot before!”

“Right, but why didn’t Hwang Juyoung come out in the end?”

Hwang Juyoung refers to a student from Seviron Academy who fell behind during rehearsal.

“Are you talking about that toy? They said something about getting a stomach ache after eating ice cream…”

“Wow, look at how you get away with it? I truly learned proper magic for this day. Did I hit too hard during rehearsal?”

“Haha, that? Haha, are you really going to use that? You’ll get disciplined later!”

“If it passed the operation committee, it’s fine, right? Isn’t it?”

“Or use it to mess with No Name. Huh.”

The female student lightly blew on her nails and shook her hands to get rid of any dust.

“How about?”

“Hmm… to the point of tickling until they cry? That sounds super cute.”

“Hahaha, are you psycho? You’ll definitely get buried by netizens.”

“If you don’t want to, don’t.”

“Why? Try it. It sounds fun.”

At that moment, everyone’s attention shifted to a voice that came from below.

“…!”

When they mention a tiger, it comes running.

Seeing the girl with long pigtails swaying back and forth, Odokjae’s face hardened first.

“Uh… No Name…?”

“Whoa, what’s going on? Did you come because you heard what we were talking about?”

“I just saw you blocking the entrance of the restaurant, having an amusing chat.”

“Oh, we were blocking the way. Sorry, big sister! Please pass through here!”

“You should be sorry; it’s a pathway for people. Kids, go ahead first.”

Then, the five kids following Na-Mae hurriedly scurried out of the restaurant.

The middle school students couldn’t help but think the same thing while looking at Na-Mae.

“She’s really small, right? Can she actually fight properly?”

Lee Jae Hwan and Park Jun Yong stood at heights in the low 170s.

The nail-organizing Joseon Yeon was also 170, while Lee Min Young, who was often teased as a hobbit, was 150.

Na-Mae’s small stature, which didn’t even reach their chests, was suddenly palpable.

To pit such a child against them was a clear disregard for Altear.

“So, our match is later, right? But aren’t your seniors too weak to protect Na-Mae? Aren’t you scared?”

Joseon Yeon bent down to match Na-Mae’s eye level.

“If I was trapped in a capsule for seven years, why would I be scared?”

“Whoa, that’s strong…? This kid is no joke!”

“Wow, indeed…”

“By the way, apologize for calling our academy seniors toys earlier.”

At the sudden command from a junior of a different academy, the middle division students all shrugged.

“Why should we?”

“While you may gossip among yourselves, now that it has reached my ears, you should apologize.”

“What a strange logic, friend. Honestly, calling them toys is already a kind way to say it. We feel really wronged, don’t we?”

“Oh really? Then don’t apologize.”

“Uh?”

Given Na-Mae’s personality from what I saw on TV, I thought she would keep pushing, but the surprisingly obedient retreat caught the Altear students off guard.

‘Did she get scared?’

Na-Mae took a small device from her skirt’s back pocket and pressed a button.

[Yeah, yeah. There are always show-offs. Starting internet broadcasts from a young age, and what’s it called, LoL…? Monthly-OA? Why are they playing such odd games?]

[Parents who let them do that are a bit unusual too.]

The gossip they shared played back exactly as it was.

Had they said those words?

But hearing their voices made it certain.

Who is No Name? She was known in South Korea for having the most loyal fandom.

The moment this spreads online, they will have to face both the fury of netizens digging into their personal lives and their parents’ wrath head-on.

The hormonally challenged students hastily reached out to grab her recorder.

“Hey! Hand that over!”

“Here you go.”

“Uh? Thanks?”

Na-Mae handed over the recorder with a bright smile and turned her body to exit the restaurant.

“The recently recorded file is saved on my account cloud. If you beat me in this tournament, I will delete it for you. Since you don’t intend to apologize, I’m kindly making this offer. With an IQ of 150, I’m sure you understood, right, seniors from Altear Academy?”