Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

Sleeping Min Greeb.

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The woman in her dream was back to the day she first visited the home of Hong Kyung-bok.
There was a firebox full of the smell of ink and glue.
Finely ground ink on several inkstones.
Paintings hanging all over the wall.
A new world drawn by Hong Kyung-bok’s brush tip.

 

In Min Green’s eyes, everything seemed to shine.
Although excited, she asked questions without any pause, but Hong Kyung-bok answered them all with a smile.

 

—Grandpa artist, what’s that picture over there? Why isn’t it included in the scroll or picture frame?

 

When Min Green pointed to the drawing board in the corner of the studio and asked, Hong Kyung Bok could not answer right away.

 

—…

 

—Painter Grandpa?

 

—That picture is incomplete.

 

—Why?

 

—Because I can’t draw anymore.

 

—Why?

 

—The person who asked you to draw that picture is no longer there.

 

—Why?

 

—…

 

Even though Min Green kept repeating ‘Why?’, Hong Kyung-bok did not answer any further.
After looking at the picture hanging on the wall once, he started painting again.
She didn’t get an answer, but Min Green had also lost the opportunity to ask why because she found herself getting lost in Hong Kyung-bok’s brushstrokes.
She couldn’t understand Hong Kyung-bok’s words.

 

However, he soon realized that he couldn’t continue to paint this picture.

 

‘Then, if I secretly draw it and finish it, you might be pleased!’

 

Min Green thought so in her young heart and picked up a brush for the first time in her life.

“Green, it’s all over.”

She returned from her dream to reality with the voice of Song Dae-Seok.

 

“Uh…!”

 

When Min Green opened her eyes, Song Dae-seok’s face could be seen in front of her.
She was reflexively startled and tried to step back from her, but she was immobilized because she was being held tight.
It was then that she found out that she was in his arms.

 

“… … Dae-seok?”

 

When Min Green pouted in surprise…

 

Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.

 

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Notifications started pouring out of wearable devices belatedly.
It was because she had set the alarm to go off automatically during her sleep.

 

More than half of the caller’s history that appeared on the AR glasses linked to the device was filled with Song Dae-seok.

 

She then began to apologize, “Dae-seok, I’m sorry! Did you wait long? I fell asleep without realizing it…”

 

“It’s okay.”

 

“I’m really sorry! Am I heavy? Put me down and I will walk.” Her socked feet slid through Min Green’s stumbling blankets.
The player shoes she received from her school at the time of her admission to silver high school, which she always wore when she went out, were not visible.

 

It was as if Song Dae-seok had left her shoes at Kim Yuri’s house.

 

“Shoes…”

 

“I forgot.
sorry.
I’ll take you home.”

 

“Are you going all the way home like this?”

 

Instead of answering, Song Dae-seok gave more strength to the arms that were holding Min Green.

 

Ding dong.

 

At that time, a phone notification message appeared on the earring type device with vibration.

 

[Sender: Master Hong Kyung-bok]

 

“Did you call?”

 

“Huh.”

 

Seeing her expression, he immediately recognized who the caller was.

 

“Are you a painter?”

 

“Huh…”

 

It was well known that the bully was what made Min Green refuse to attend school.
This happened not only within the school but also in Hong Kyung-bok’s studio.
Hong Kyung-bok publicly excommunicated all the disciples who participated in the bullying or who knew but pretended not to know.

 

He didn’t just throw away his disciples.
He felt so angry that he erased his name from his collaborations with his former students and burned all works that used the craters they had given him.

 

‘At that time, I didn’t know how heavy the follow-up measures the artist took.’

 

Now, seeing how his former students were buried in the art world and how their lives were ruined, he knew.

 

‘In my eyes, it was natural to do that and it was refreshing, but the painter was alone.
It wouldn’t have been easy to cut off all the ties like a knife.’

 

Although he succeeded in avenging Min Green, he practically lost all of his students because of what he did.
He was one of the few adults he could trust.

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Song Dae-seok then began to speak in a soft voice.
“Take it.
You’ll be worried because I’ll call you when I find you.”

 

Shortly after the incident, Min Green was so busy with her own work that there was no time for her to care about Hong Kyung-bok, and she now regretted not contacting him any sooner.

 

She hesitated for a moment, but was encouraged by Song Dae-seok’s words and warmth and pressed the answer button.

* * * *

An unfinished painting by Hong Kyung-bok, who led Min Green’s path to becoming a painter, ‘The Ghost of Imugi’.

 

In addition to this, Hong Kyung-bok and the former player association Korea branch manager were contemporaries who lived through a dark age.

 

The two may have been friends.

 

‘Maintain and clue…’

 

On the screen, the former head of the Korean branch of the Players’ Association did not say what the clue was, but seeing the two words ‘jinjok’ and ‘clue’ gave me a guess.

 

‘It must be a clue to the location and number of frozen alien realms created by certain factions on the Korean Peninsula.
I can only say that much because of the contract that binds the soul.’

 

I was sure he had left a clue behind, but I didn’t know that he had hidden it in one of the ghost stories floating around within Eungwang High.

 

‘But how does the picture become a clue? If Hong Kyung-bok had figured out something, he couldn’t have kept his hand.’

 

Besides, Lee Moo-gi’s Destiny was one of the most loved Korean paintings by Koreans.
Currently, the painting was beautifully being displayed at the National Museum of Contemporary Korean Art, and one had to line up inside the museum to see it properly.

 

‘There must have been humans as well as Jinjoks among the spectators.
It’s a little strange that no one noticed something.’

 

At that time, I suddenly remembered what Hwang Jiho had said.

 

—Language is a