Neurolink System in the Modern World

85  School Days

Inside the Classroom

I've been "teaching" my students about Korean history. And by "teaching," I mean tossing them some reading materials and saying, "Go nuts and don't disturb me!" Naturally, this teaching approach made them feel relaxed, leading them to engage in casual conversations about trivial matters. I couldn't help but shake my head. 'What a bunch of kids, 'I thought to myself. Even though we were the same age, I felt more mature than all of them. "Oh, the new episode of ONE P is out already!" I exclaimed with excitement, leaning back in my chair and popping my Bluetooth headphones into my ears. 20 minutes later

"Man, that was a good episode," I said to myself, letting out a satisfied chuckle. It's always great when a show delivers. 'Now time to study,' I've taken up a new hobby: watching videos on knife skills. I have come to maximized the use of quick learning, so during my free time, I watch these videos to learn the basics of using knives and then practice those skills at home. It's not the same as hands-on training, but I can definitely feel myself getting better with each practice session. I was completely absorbed in what I was doing when something caught my eye—an intriguing sight, right there in broad daylight. I couldn't help but notice a young man with a punchable face engaged in some rather bold flirting. What a daring pair they made! "Hey, Guk Kwan, what are you up to?" I asked as I stood up and walked slowly toward my former bully. I couldn't care less about what the other students do, but the audacity of him enjoying himself got my blood boiling. Now that I'm his teacher, he's in for a lesson in humility, and he's going to have to learn to respect me. .

I glanced to his side and noticed a blonde girl with heavy makeup and fake eyelashes. It seemed like she was trying a bit too hard to look beautiful. "Why are you targeting him ? Almost everyone here is talking !" his make up addicted girlfriend protested. 'Aren't you happy, Guk Kwan? A good-for-nothing guy like you is being defended by a girl? Well, looking at the way she dresses and talk, I'm pretty sure she's a bully too,' I chuckled to myself.

"Because I don't like his face," I sneered, giving them an insulting grin that elicited laughter from the other students.

He gritted his teeth in anger but didn't dare to stand up. I had a reputation for beating the basketball team captain, who also happened to be the nephew of the school owner. This guy was just a nobody; he had no chance against me.

"Hey , I don't like your gaze . Do you have a problem? You know, I've heard quite the reputation about you being the class delinquent. How about you put on a little demonstration of that bravery?" I sneered with contempt.

"You can't do this to him," she stood up, trying to defend him.

"You're right, I will apologize to him now,"

I placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered, "That basketball guy is alive right now because he's the nephew of the school owner. But if you piss me off, I promise you, I'll send you directly to your maker," I spat out with a cold, merciless tone, devoid of any hint of conscience. His face paled, and a bead of sweat formed on his forehead as my words sank in. The bravado he had been attempting to display in front of his girlfriend crumbled.

'How does it feel, huh? To be the bullied ? To feel small and powerless? You better brace yourself, because trust me, this is only the beginning.' I thought to myself. Ring Ring Ring

The bell rang, and I couldn't help but feel disappointed. I was enjoying myself, making fun and embarrassing him in front of everyone. I wanted him to experience what it felt like to be on the receiving end, to feel like garbage and powerless. "The bell saved you," I playfully tap his face and turned around for my next class.

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After two more classes, finally, it was lunch break, and my goal was to catch a glimpse of Alice. My ingenious plan? I would stroll past her classroom like a casual wanderer on a mission to find the snack bar. I knew better than to approach her directly; after all, I was banking on the favor I'd done for her. She owes me, and today, I'm cashing in on that debt in the most accidental way possible.

I casually strolled down the hallway, trying to appear as if I had no particular destination in mind. As I neared her classroom, I pretended to fix my shoelaces, hoping she'd spot me. "Sun-seng-nim," a female voice jolted my attention, but it wasn't the voice I was expecting. I looked up and saw Ayumi.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, surprised.

"What do you mean? I was looking for you so we could have lunch together," she replied with a wide smile, pulling out a bento from her bag. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"I cooked too much lunch, so I decided to pack some extra. If you don't mind, you can have it," she said with a hint of embarrassment, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. "Hey, hey, do you want other students to misunderstand our relationship?" I whispered to her, glancing around and noticing some students gossiping like they had just stumbled upon some juicy news.

"So you admit that we're already in a relationship?" Ayumi replied, acting all shy and even playing with her hair like a cute protagonist in a rom-com.

I sighed internally, realizing I had been too lenient with her. She had too much free will because I didn't want to alter her mind too much. It wouldn't be right to make her a victim of my system.

If I went along with that, I will completely lose my humanity and become someone worse than a degenerate. I maybe one, but I have standards.

"We can eat together, but let's find a quieter place," I whispered to her. "Meet me on the rooftop again."

"Alright, Sun-seng-nim!" she replied excitedly, turning around with a happy and smiling face, seemingly oblivious to the curious glances from other students. It was as though a burst of happiness had turned her into the radiant center of attention in that moment. "What a bothersome girl," I chuckled softly to myself as I watched her departing figure. Despite any irritation I might have felt, it was hard to stay frustrated with her for long. 'Time to follow her to the rooftop,' I shook my head, but deep inside, I'm quite happy to have someone who genuinely has feelings for me.

"Mr. Zyn ?" I will be following a fixed schedule tomorrow, so you may notice some changes in the update time. Don't worry , I will still be providing three chapters a day, and this new schedule should be more stable.

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