I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga

It seems like the first semester started yesterday, but the date on the calendar has already entered July.

And most schools take final exams in early or mid-July.

It was the same with Ichijo Academy I attended, so the atmosphere in Class 2-B, which was excited about the forest school just two weeks ago, has subsided again.

Should I say that it literally feels like the day is standing?

If I missed the final exam this time, it seemed more like it because I would have to take supplementary classes during summer vacation.

“Ahhh~ The final exams are only three days away!”

This was Rika’s roar, who had already been staring at her math book for over an hour.

Fortunately, Rika’s trip like this didn’t happen in a day or two, so the class didn’t really care.

“Still, your math grades have improved a lot compared to before. If you just keep going, you’ll be able to easily pass the failing point.”

“It doesn’t matter~ No matter how much I solve it, the mathematical formula doesn’t come into my head very well~”

I grew up and comforted Rika, who was whining like a child, and encouraged her to unravel just one last chapter.

Then Rika nodded her head reluctantly and started to focus on the math book again.

‘Whoa, this will be over in three days.’

The reason why I dare to view Rika’s studies 1:1 is because of the promise I made with the members of Group D after the forest school was over.

‘Let’s go to the sea together during summer vacation.’

The schedule was decided by the words of Satoru, the mood maker.

Naturally, everyone was OK and waited for summer break to come.

However, there was an ambush that was unexpected in this promise, and that was Rika.

Basically, Rika’s grades are catastrophic, except in subjects in which she is interested.

Last time, when we were studying together at Karen’s house, there were no problems because he pointed out the expected problems like tweezers, but this final exam was never easy.

Since the midterm exam came out relatively easily, it was obvious that it would be unconditionally difficult to determine the discriminating power of the score.

Naturally, with Rika’s usual grades, it was easy to pass the failing points in all subjects, and I, who studied the best among the D-members, naturally took charge of teaching Rika.

Still, the hard work is worthwhile, and now I am able to solve quite difficult problems with ease.

If this is enough, you can easily pass 40 points even if you choose only the easy questions and solve them.

It was a time when I was so proud of myself.

“Yooseong, lend me a Korean book for a moment. There is something I forgot to write down in class last time.”

“Huh? Wait a minute.”

At Satoru’s sudden request, I rummaged through the desk drawer and pulled out a Korean book.

In fact, compared to other subjects, I tend to pay more attention to Korean language and history.

So I take notes more meticulously in class.

It’s because I’m originally Korean, so there’s something like that, and it’s quite difficult to dig deep into Japanese grammar.

In fact, it is not necessarily a problem that is limited to Japanese, since the difficulties in any language are the same when it comes to grammar.

Didn’t English department students say that the Englishman hated the most is Shakespeare?

Compared to that side, the situation I was in was a yangban.

No matter how difficult it is, it will be high school-level grammar.

“Thank you, I’ll write it down and return it to you.”

“Come. If I’m not present when you return it, put it in the desk drawer.”

“Okay.”

… In retrospect, I shouldn’t have said this.

I should have told you to put it in your bag, but to just put it in your desk drawer if you’re not there.

What kind of guts was that?

Anyway, I forgot the Korean book I had lent to Satoru and left it at school only after I went to the gym and came home late in the evening, and when I remembered that I have an exam from Monday and tomorrow is Saturday, I immediately took the subway to the school with the lights off. went to

“…I just need to get a book and leave right away.”

I didn’t know until this time.

In the world of boys’ cartoons, what kind of situation you will face if you go to school late at night.

***

Originally, school is a place with a fairly bright image.

A place where countless children run around on the playground, and boys and girls laugh and cry and gossip.

However, the night school was the complete opposite of the image he had usually had.

The campus or classroom, which should normally be filled with academy’s students, does not feel any sign of popularity, it is just filled with desolate darkness and silence.

I am usually proud that I am not afraid of anything, but the eerie atmosphere at night school was too strong.

Standing in front of the tightly closed school gate, I swallowed my saliva with a sense of tension, and then jumped over the 2m wall in an instant to see who would see me.

widely!

After landing lightly, if you look around, you can see the campus, which is no different from the morning commute, at a glance.

If you go to the right, you will see the middle school building, and if you go straight ahead, you will see the high school building.

And the reason I came here was to retrieve the Korean language books that would be in the desk drawer, so I headed straight to the high school building.

saah

The leaves are swaying in the sudden wind.

“……”

I looked back, feeling a strange chill.

There must have been no one else but me, but it seemed to me that there was something like a gaze.

“Is it because of the mood?”

After murmuring like that, I headed towards the extinguished high school building.

***

Rumble!

Fortunately, unlike the school gate, which was firmly closed, the front door of the high school building was not locked.

I cautiously entered the school and lit the front with the flashlight I had brought from home.

From https://readwn.com

My current location is the entrance hall on the first floor of the East Building.

And my destination, Class 2-B, is on the second floor of the West Wing.

In other words, after going up to the second floor, passing the long, unlit hallway, and crossing the cloud bridge connected to the west building.

Normally, it would be a distance where I could run and make a 5-minute cut, but maybe it’s because it’s a night school, but somehow, I am acting cautiously by itself.

“Have you watched too many movies…”

From https://readwn.com

Man is an imaginary animal.

And the time of night and the darkness of not seeing an inch in front made me think of the fear of the unknown.

As I pondered what to do to prevent myself from having such thoughts, I remembered the face of Satoru, the culprit of this incident.

“…it might be less scary to even talk to him on the phone.”

I called Satoru on my smartphone before moving in earnest.

Then I thought for a moment if there was a beeping sound, and then, from the other side of the receiver, Tuk! and I heard a phone call.

[Yooseong-ah? What are you doing at this hour?]

I answered with the smartphone in one hand and the flashlight in the other.

“I’m at school because of the Korean book you put in your desk drawer earlier.”

[What? At this late hour?]

As I listened to Satoru’s startled voice, I glanced at the time.

[21:07]

It was definitely quite late.

Normally, you wouldn’t come to school at this hour just because you forgot your textbook.

“If you want to study Korean on the weekend, there is nothing you can do. As you know, tomorrow is Saturday.”

[uh… Yes, be strong.]

“Wait, wait, don’t hang up. I’m calling you because I have an important business.”

[occasion? What is it?]

“Just talk to me for about 30 minutes. To be honest, I’m a little bit like that right now.”

[What? Is it possible that Kim Yoo-seong is afraid of ghosts?]

“…The ghosts are not scary, but they have a unique atmosphere. The eerie atmosphere of walking alone in an empty place.”

[That’s it.]

With a small sigh, I replied with a small sigh, as this guy was going to keep questioning me until I graciously admit it.

“Oh, yes. It’s scary.”

Then Satoru over the receiver giggled and smiled, then said.

[It will be the case in the past. So where are you at school now?]

“…It’s towards the entrance of the East Building. After going up to the second floor from here, we are going to go to the West Building through the cloud bridge.”

[okay? Then it won’t take long.]

“Yes. If you go at your usual pace, about 10 minutes?”

[The mask comes out with a book. Before I get caught by the guard and get scolded.]

“Did the original guards patrol at this time?”

[I don’t know that either. But usually, because of school security, I know that a security guard or a teacher who is on duty in the job room often patrols. There are only 3 days left for the exam, so I must be more careful.]

“Yeah, thanks for the advice. I don’t want to be misunderstood, so I’ll just go ahead and pick up the Korean language book as you said.”

Talking with Satoru relieved a lot of tension, so I decided to move slowly.

Light the stairs with a flashlight and slowly go up to the second floor.

As I walked, taking care not to fall, I arrived at the landing.

Satoru, who was behind the receiver, said with interest as if he had heard me go up the stairs.

[Oh, Yoosung. do you know that The Seven Wonders of Ichijo Academy.]

I suddenly stopped talking to him because I suddenly felt uneasy.

“Hey, don’t do it.”

But Satoru over the speaker didn’t seem to want to listen to me at all.

[This is a story I happened to hear from a senior in the board game club… ]

When I meet Satoru next Monday, I promise to take revenge in blood.