Chapter 62: Incense Burner(2).

“Heukgumiho-nim, please save Chayeon-nim!”

The rest had to be entrusted to the Heukgumiho.

All Yeonkyung could do was provide minimal support.

She drew up her power.

A blue glow shone faintly.

<<Yeonkyung-ah! No more!>>

“I can!”

<<Don’t be stubborn! If you keep going like this, really keep going like this, you…!>>

Ignoring Yggdrasil’s words, she increased the output.

She maximally activated Chayeon’s brain and maintained the condition of her body in top condition.

It would have been much easier if she had Yuna, who could intervene more directly in her mind, but there was no time to cling to such meaningless assumptions.

She restored and awakened Chayeon’s brain and increased the speed of her thoughts.

She reproduced the events happening in that head as quickly as possible.

<<That will help.>>

Bearing the energy of Yggdrasil flowing into Chayeon, the Heukgumiho looked inside.

Bright light. Sunny land. Inside the incense burner.

Chayeon’s dream, where her desires were embodied.

From now on, the only thing the Heukgu had to do was to disrupt the sweet dream.

<<I’ll apologize later!>>

The Heukgumiho threw herself into the depths of Chayeon.

Her eyes wouldn’t open.

The sunlight was blinding.

She wished someone would draw the curtains.

It was blinding.

She wished someone would block it.

…Blinding? Sunlight?

“Ah!”

Chayeon’s eyes snapped open.

Oh my gosh, what time was it?

She groped for the power button on the smartphone by her pillow and pressed it hard.

Seven thirty.

It wasn’t as long as she had thought…………but at this rate, she would be late.

She hurriedly got up, but suddenly felt a sense of incongruity.

The morning sun coming in through the south-facing window.

The soft bed sheets touching her buttocks and legs, and the desk and bookshelf with a stand over there, and next to it, a closet, a mirror, and a dressing table were visible.

A dressing table?

Why was there a dressing table?

…Huh?

That’s right.

She wasn’t fully awake. It was a strange dream.

Should she call it a nightmare or a pipe dream?

The memories that had begun to emerge were strung together one after another like Vienna sausages.

In her dream, she was an only child and had lost her parents. Moreover, she was a man.

What was even funnier was that she was a man, but she became a woman.

Some Heukgumiho or something said that she became an Ineungnyeokja, and she entered a strange academy called Jindal and fought with demons…………Arena and Byeol also came out.

Unni was a teacher, and stuff.

It was a pipe dream.

Jindal and reality were mixed.

Was it because she had been doing it until late last night and fell asleep?

She was pouring time into it every day, but objectively speaking, it was a sh*tty game.

The Heukgumiho, who was said to be the best SSR in the gacha… Right, that’s where it came from, she pulled the Heukgumiho, but the difficulty was still too high, so she couldn’t see an answer.

Besides, there were many bugs too.

No, this wasn’t the time to be thinking about this.

She couldn’t get any more demerit points!

She opened the door and went out, and Seohee was seen holding a piece of bread in her mouth in the living room.

“Unni! Why didn’t you wake me up!”

“You seemed to be playing games until late at night, so are you blaming me for you not being able to wake up?”

Ugh, she had been caught.

Seohee, who turned her head from the TV, smiled slyly.

Her rare ashen hair fluttered.

It was the truth, and she didn’t want to argue, so she just went into the bathroom.

Since she was late, she skipped the shower.

After brushing her teeth and washing her hair roughly, Seohee was already waiting with the hair dryer plug plugged in.

“Chayeon-ah, you have to wipe your hair properly.”

“I’m in a hurry!”

“Oh my, okay. Come here quickly.”

At Seohee’s call, she ran to her and sat between her legs, then leaned back as she was.

Her head turned here and there by Seohee’s hand, shaking the water off her hair.

The towel rubbed her face here and there.

“Eubua buaa.”

“What is this sound?”

After that, the hair dryer was turned on, and her hair fluttered in the warm air.

“Where are Mom and Dad?”

“They went on a business trip.”

“That’s right.”

The touch felt good.

Just as she was trying to close her eyes and feel Seohee’s touch, the wind suddenly stopped.

“You said you were late?”

“Ah, right.”

Her Unni’s hands felt so good.

A little later, she came out wearing her school uniform, and Seohee gestured again.

“I’ll tie your hair.”

“It’s okay. I’ll just go like this today.”

“Really? Ah, right! Chayeon-ie, don’t ride your bicycle! She doesn’t even know to be embarrassed wearing a skirt.”

“I’ll rent an electric scooter!”

She ignored the sound of her Unni saying something behind her back and came out to the front door.

She climbed onto the scooter that was parked next to the fence.

The black base with red highlights here and there was like her hair.

At the same time, it also reminded her of the Heukgumiho she had pulled yesterday.

Okay, your name from now on is Heukgu.

“Heukgu, let’s go!”

She almost lost her balance, but she somehow regained her stability and set off.

Okay, with this, she won’t be late!

“You can’t ride without a license!”

She pretended not to hear her Unni’s shout from behind.

She was barely safe, by a hair’s breadth.

She was happy that she had overslept, but didn’t get demerit points.

She changed into her slippers and entered the classroom, but there weren’t as many kids as she had thought.

Were they all oversleeping?

The cherry blossoms were blooming beautifully on the way here, so it couldn’t be helped on a spring day like this.

She wanted to go to school at around eleven o’clock like college students.

Near the lockers in the back, she saw a familiar and welcome back.

Two girls were chattering near the window. A prank went off.

She quietly approached and hugged them from behind.

“Wah!”

“Kyaa!”

When she was suddenly hugged from behind, Arena let out a cute scream.

“You surprised me!”

Arena, who confirmed that the one clinging to her back was Chayeon, said that and stroked her head.

It felt good. While being conscious of the smile that couldn’t be held back and leaked out, she rubbed her face against her as she was.

“Hehe.”

“What do you mean hehe. Did you get demerit points again because you were late?”

“I didn’t. I was barely safe.”

“Don’t come so close and come earlier!”

It was time for Arena, the model student, to nag.

Arena lightly flicked Chayeon’s nose with a ttak.

“Ouch!”

So mean. This was revenge.

“Eit!”

She kissed her.

Arena’s face instantly turned into a carrot.

As expected, this was the best way to silence Arena.

“Hey, am I not visible?”

Byeol, who was right next to her, gave a bitter smile.

“Eung, Byeol was here too? Hello!”

“You’re treating me too harshly, really…”

Actually, she wasn’t planning on doing it to this side either.

She was hugging Arena tightly like a cicada sticking to a tree and making a fuss as usual, when the door opened and the teacher came in.

She wished you would have come a little later.

The children who were gathered in groups of three or five went back to their seats, and Chayeon, Arena, and Byeol also went to their respective seats and sat down.

Behind the familiar face of their homeroom teacher, whose white hair was sparse, a strange man followed.

“Wow, daebak.’

“He’s so handsome.”

The kids, who had discovered the man, chattered.

It wasn’t that, but even to Chayeon, who wasn’t interested in men, he was definitely handsome.

His neatly styled hair was a deep black, but the ends were slightly red.

“His hair color is just like you.”

“Really.”

She was nodding at her seatmate’s words when the teacher opened his mouth.

“Okay, okay, be quiet.”

“Teacher! Who’s next to you?”

All eyes were on the question of one child.

“Your sub homeroom teacher had something urgent to do. He’s going to be our class’s sub homeroom teacher temporarily for the time being.”

At those words, excited whispers that said daebak, daebak, popped out from here and there.

That person is the counseling teacher, really? I’ve never seen him before.

When someone in the middle muttered “I heard Teacher Lee San got into a car accident?”, this time the attention was focused on that side.

“Okay, okay! Quiet, quiet.”

The teacher, who quickly calmed them down before it became more noisy, then nodded, and the man took a step forward.

A gentle yet sonorous bass.

A wonderful voice that could only be described as natural resonated in the classroom.

“Nice to meet you. I’ll be the sub homeroom teacher of this class for the time being. My name is Kim Heukgu.”

Unfortunately, unlike his face and voice, his name wasn’t natural.