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Instructor Jeong Gyeoul, who was training the weak Owls.

Eventually, due to the intervention of the president, the class proceeded by gradually reducing the weight and number of repetitions.

Tormenting the Owls was only a five-day joy.

After the weekend, Monday came.

The students of Class 12D, who had heard that students from other classes were half-dead after Jeong Gyeoul’s class, were surprised by the relatively mild intensity.

“Is this all? Why were they making such a fuss?”

“Exactly, they were talking about hell and all, but… it’s not that bad.”

Jeong Gyeoul didn’t feel the need to explain that the class intensity had been lowered by the president.

“Maybe she’s going easy on us because we’re her former class?”

“Nah, Gyeoul wouldn’t do that. If anything, she’d make it harder.”

“True, sometimes when I see her working out in the gym, it’s terrifying. Her workout partners always look like they’re about to die.”

Thus, Class 12D’s uneventful class passed, and Tuesday arrived.

Class 12A’s class was next.

“…Instructor, it seems like there are fewer weight plates today?”

“We heard you went easy on Class 12D yesterday. Are we…?”

The students of Class 12A were filled with hopeful eyes.

Having heard that the training intensity had been lowered for Class D, they were half hopeful and half worried. Seeing the reduced number of weight plates, they regained hope.

‘…What’s with these kids?’

If they’re looking at me with such hopeful eyes, it’s only natural to respond.

Prepared to face the president’s scolding, Jeong Gyeoul decided to meet the expectations of Class A.

“Don’t worry too much! Class A will be specially managed with telekinesis.”

“…Huh?”

“No! We heard Class D said it was manageable yesterday… They even joked that we were exaggerating!”

“Who told you to exaggerate? Getting mocked by other classes. What a pride.”

“…”

The students, unable to contain their expectations, were scolded by Jeong Gyeoul.

First impressions last a lifetime.

The first impression of Class 12A that was etched in Jeong Gyeoul’s mind might not change until she steps down from her instructor position.

“Number 9, ready.”

“Ah!”

Even after a week, the Owls hadn’t forgotten the PT drill of squatting and jumping for number 9.

Noticing the confusion, Jeong Gyeoul pointed out the loud voices of the Owls and changed the movement.

“Look at those voices… Number 11, ready.”

“Ah!”

Number 11 was also perfect.

The preparation posture of kneeling and placing hands on the crown of the head.

‘…Did these brats practice at home or something?’

Flawless preparation posture, loud voices, perfect execution.

The Owls, having only attended one class, had discipline comparable to seasoned soldiers.

“Honestly… I’m satisfied. I was thinking of pushing them with excuses, but after just one class last week, they’ve come this far.”

“Thank you!”

The students’ eyes began to fill with hope again.

The sight of the demon instructor being satisfied and the words of Class 12D overlapped, making them expect their training intensity to also decrease…

“To think they’ve come this far after just one day… I can’t help but look forward to how much they’ll improve by the end of the semester.”

“…Huh?”

“I’ll teach you with even more care than I did for Class D, so live up to the expectations.”

“Ah… ah?”

“Thanks to the passionate Owls, the chit-chat went on for too long.”

“…?”

The decrease in training intensity that the Owls had hoped for did not happen.

The weight of the missing plates was filled by Jeong Gyeoul’s telekinesis.

And as if that wasn’t enough, it was clear that the weight had been increased from last week.

“Ahhh!”

“Jeong Gyeoul, you devil!”

“You still have energy! You’re amazing Owls! Add 10kg!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

***

Again.

Summoned to the president’s office again.

Those weak and cowardly Class A Owls must have snitched again.

Opening the door to the president’s office, my master, who met my eyes, roughly brushed his hair.

“Are you really going to keep doing this?”

“…Did I do something wrong?”

It’s not entirely clear if it’s about the Class A students yet.

About 99% probability.

There’s a 1% chance it’s about something else, so I tried to deflect.

“Stop tormenting the students.”

But probability betrayed me.

As expected, it’s always the same.

The Class 12A students must have filed a complaint… no, a mental… no. What do they call it in school?

Anyway, it’s like the Owls directly reported to the commander using mental communication.

‘…Come to think of it, are these kids crazy? They could have told another instructor or dorm supervisor!’

If they had, those people would have suppressed it with force.

But of course, it had to be the master, so now I’m stuck.

“Stop daydreaming, you brat. Stop tormenting the students.”

You call them Owls too, so why only pick on me…

“It’s not just me tormenting them.”

“Every time your class ends, all the kids go to the infirmary!”

“That’s because they’re too weak… By the way, did you see today’s class? It’s completely different from last week.”

“Of course, they’d change after being pushed like that… Anyway, just go on a variety show.”

“Okay?”

Finally, the master seemed to notice something strange and tilted his head.

“…Something felt off. Why are you talking like that?”

“Huh?”

Only after hearing the master’s words did I realize the strangeness.

Am I a military high school girl now…?

The devil instructor tormenting the Owls.

The venomous snake of the training ground.

Just a week of military-style classes, and my speech has already changed.

“Right, why am I like this? Anyway… what variety show are you talking about?”

“It’s called ‘I’ll Go to School.’ Celebrities with nostalgia and stories about their school days return to school and start school life with students.”

They attend the same classes as the students for a month…

As soon as I read the format, I threw the proposal into the trash.

“…How are celebrities supposed to attend my classes?”

“What’s the problem?”

“Do you know what my classes at the academy are like?”

“Adding weight with plates and telekinesis for guerrilla training?”

“…You know and still say that?”

“What are you suddenly talking about?”

“Wow… I really didn’t expect this from you, Master. Do you think civilians can survive my classes? It’s literally cruel. Do you enjoy that? Do you like watching snuff films? Do you enjoy torture? No wonder you made a 14-year-old girl do 30,000 cuts on the first day…”

Is this guy serious right now?

If my class were broadcast, wouldn’t he be up in arms about it being cruel?

No matter how much he leans that way, this is crossing the line.

Improving the academy’s image, huh?

Since when did improving the image mean ruining it?

“Looking at your expression, I can tell what you’re thinking… You idiot! You’re not the one teaching, you’re going to attend!”

“…?”

What nonsense is this now?

I’ve only been an instructor for a week.

“Me?”

“Two celebrities and one hero. You go to a regular school or an arts high school and attend classes. You’re the hero this time, and the period is exactly 2 to 4 weeks. If I gave you the proposal to read, then read it!”

At this point, I couldn’t help but feel scared again.

If it were the usual me, I’d be like, “Hell yeah! No classes for a while! Jackpot!” and run off.

But… I’m baby instructor Jeong Gyeoul.

It’s my first time as an instructor, but it’s my second life.

Having been burned once, I’m not about to get burned again.

‘There’s definitely some ulterior motive here.’

Something tough is waiting for me.

My intuition is telling me so.

I already figured out long ago that the master isn’t the kind to let me off easy.

If he’s pushing me into a variety show… it means he’s already discussed it with Ha-yul and President Jeong Ho-min.

Then… it’s obvious.

Suddenly, the variety show format changes, and I’m running around with two civilians taking down villains or hunting monsters.

Or entering dungeons.

Or rescuing someone overseas again.

Or going to the association’s underground prison.

Whatever it is, I see a future of torment, pain, and annoyance.

‘You’ve been read like a book, Master!’

Anyway, no way. Absolutely not.

“No! I won’t! I won’t do it…!”

“If you do this, I’ll hand your classes back to Kim Ho-il.”

“Well, for the academy, there’s nothing I can’t do. Unworthy disciple. I will follow the master’s command and appear on the show.”

“You’re really…”

What? Huh?

I said I’ll do it, right?

 

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