The Beggar Young Master of the Namgung Clan

Namgung Il stopped in front of a main gate.

'...Is this the student council hall?'

In the past, there was no such building in the Flying Dragon Academy.

That was understandable, because at that time, there was no such thing as a student council.

An organization where students became the main body and decided and executed the affairs of the Flying Dragon Academy. That was the student council.

"There's a person among the students who can uniquely grant merit and demerit points."

"...?"

"The current student council president, Cheon Hong-ryeon. That person might give you twenty merit points."

Namgung Il had come to the student council hall after hearing those words from Ak Simin.

To find Cheon Hong-ryeon directly and have a showdown.

Of course, it was not yet certain whether things would go well, but it was worth a try.

'Well... if there's one thing that bothers me, it's that.'

Cheon Hong-ryeon was, of course, from the Azure Dragon Class.

When Namgung Il pointed that out, Ak Simin had answered like this.

"That person won't discriminate against you just because you're in the Vermilion Bird Class. But..."

"But?"

"...You'll know when you meet her directly."

Ak Simin had said with a meaningful expression.

Since an inexplicable tension had been felt in that, Namgung Il was still a little bothered by that expression.

'I'll know when I meet her.'

Anyway, there was nothing he could know just by being here.

Since he had to try everything he could to win the bet, Namgung Il soon moved his steps and walked closer to the main gate of the student council hall.

"Is anyone there?"

As soon as he passed through the main gate, Namgung Il said to the empty air.

But what came back was only a quiet silence.

Looking around, not a single person was in sight.

'Is this... the student council hall?'

Namgung Il went outside again and checked the signboard hanging on the main gate.

The four characters of 'Student Council Hall' were clearly written on the signboard.

Only after confirming that fact once more did Namgung Il enter the courtyard.

"..."

Since there was no one, did he have to come back again tomorrow?

Namgung Il had that thought for a moment but soon shook his head.

'She might be inside, right?'

He didn't have much time.

If the negotiation with the student council president didn't go well, he had to find another plan, so he wanted to see it resolved within today if possible.

"Is anyone there?"

"..."

"I surely asked if anyone was there, right? So I'm coming in."

Namgung Il said and moved his steps inside.

As expected of a student council hall, it was a very spacious site.

Just by looking, the number of buildings was considerable, so Namgung Il stopped in his tracks and thought about where to go first.

'Hmm... should I go to the place I see in front first?'

Namgung Il thought so in his heart and walked closer to a building.

Swoosh—

As soon as he arrived in front of the building, Namgung Il immediately opened the door.

"Excuse me."

"...!"

"Uh..."

As soon as he opened the door, Namgung Il was at a loss for words at the sight.

A pair of a man and a woman, clinging to each other on the floor.

For a moment, he had wondered if the two were training something, but for that, both of them were half-naked.

'It's that time of life.'

Namgung Il looked at the man and woman on the floor and nodded as if he understood.

When a man and a woman full of vigor live in the same space almost every day, how can they not develop feelings for each other like that?

In the past, if he had gone to such a secret place, he could often find lovers sharing their affection.

"Ah, I've been very rude."

"..."

"Have a good time."

He had unintentionally disturbed those lovers.

In times like this, it would be polite to disappear quickly.

Namgung Il said and hurriedly closed the door and came out.

"Ah."

When he came out again, Namgung Il had realized something.

Isn't there a possibility that the woman who was lying on the floor earlier was Cheon Hong-ryeon?

Namgung Il thought for a moment and then opened the door again and stuck his head out.

"I'm sorry, but I have one thing to ask."

"...!"

"Are you perhaps the student council president?"

"...Kyaa!"

Only then did the woman inside seem to come to her senses and scream.

'Good grief. Anyone would think I'm a pervert.'

He had just wanted to ask if she was the student council president or not.

Just then, the man got up from his seat and shouted at Namgung Il.

"Who on earth are you!"

"I'm a student."

"Who asked that! Who on earth are you to come into the student council hall as you please!"

"I asked if anyone was there before I came in, but you're the one who didn't answer."

Although Namgung Il answered like that, there was no way the man could understand that.

Just then, the woman, who had hurriedly put on her clothes, got up from her seat and ran towards Namgung Il.

"Oof—"

When he moved out of the way at the entrance, the woman went out as she was and disappeared far away.

Then does that mean that woman was not the student council president?

Seeing her run away like that, he had such a thought.

"That's a relief."

"What's a relief!"

"..."

"You've ruined a perfectly good meal because of you. How are you going to take responsibility?"

The man said to Namgung Il with his upper body exposed.

Seeing that attitude, it seemed he was not in a serious relationship with the woman who had just run away.

Looking closely, his face was quite handsome, and it seemed he had made many women cry like this.

"I'm sorry about that."

"..."

"But who are you?"

"What...?"

When Namgung Il asked, the man looked at Namgung Il with a dumbfounded expression.

"You don't know me?"

"No."

"You don't know Wi Ji-yang, the most handsome man in the Flying Dragon Academy?"

"..."

Isn't it a little embarrassing to call oneself the most handsome man in the Flying Dragon Academy with one's own mouth?

Although he would have immediately agreed if Namgung Yeon had called herself the most beautiful woman in the Flying Dragon Academy, it was a little difficult to accept those words.

"It's the first time I've heard of it."

"...Are you perhaps a first-year student?"

"Yes."

"As expected. You're a first-year student, so you haven't heard my name yet."

Wi Ji-yang muttered to himself as if he understood something.

And he looked at Namgung Il again and said with a voice full of spirit.

"Listen well, first-year student."

"..."

"I am Wi Ji-yang, the head of the student council's operations department this year. I am also called the Jade-Faced Young Master as a nickname."

Jade-Faced Young Master... that name also felt as if he had given it to himself.

Well, whether Wi Ji-yang was called the Jade-Faced Young Master or the Ugly-Faced Young Master, it didn't really matter to Namgung Il.

For now, it was enough to just understand that Wi Ji-yang was an executive of the student council.

"Ah, is that so? So you're an executive of the student council, senior!"

"Yes, do you respect this body a little now?"

"Yes, so will you now tell me where the student council president is?"

When Namgung Il asked, Wi Ji-yang's gaze changed slightly.

Come to think of it, it seemed he had been asking where the student council president was from a while ago.

Wi Ji-yang looked at Namgung Il with a rather serious gaze and asked.

"Why are you looking for the student council president?"

"Isn't it because I have business with her that I'm looking for her?"

"The student council president doesn't meet just anyone. So if you just came here out of curiosity..."

It was then.

Namgung Il took something out of his clothes and showed it to Wi Ji-yang.

"This is a letter of introduction written by Senior Ak Simin, the class president of the Vermilion Bird Class."

"...?"

"Please read it once."

Namgung Il had known from the beginning that Cheon Hong-ryeon would not meet him easily.

While the opponent was the student council president, wasn't he just a first-year student of the Vermilion Bird Class?

Although they were both students, there was bound to be a hierarchical difference within the academy, so Namgung Il had already taken measures before coming here.

Swoosh—

Namgung Il approached Wi Ji-yang and showed him the letter of introduction.

The class presidents of each class could also be said to be members of the student council in a broad sense.

That was why if he had Ak Simin's letter of introduction, he could prove Namgung Il's identity to the student council to some extent.

"...!"

Wi Ji-yang's two eyes widened slightly as he was reading the letter of introduction.

Soon, Wi Ji-yang looked at Namgung Il with a meaningful gaze and asked.

"Are you Namgung Il?"

"My name is indeed Namgung Il."

"..."

Wi Ji-yang returned the letter of introduction to Namgung Il.

"It seems the letter of introduction is real."

"..."

"For what purpose did you come to see the president?"

"I came to ask for a separate favor."

"You're arrogant."

While saying that, Wi Ji-yang neatly put on his clothes.

"I heard you're a student who has been causing quite a lot of trouble from the beginning of the semester."

"..."

"I don't know what favor you're here to ask the president, but it would be better to be polite in front of the president."

"Of course."

Namgung Il had, of course, been planning to do so.

In the first place, he was in a position to ask for a favor here.

Even if that wasn't the case, he didn't want to be on bad terms with a person who could be said to be the head of the students.

'If I make an enemy of the student council president, it'll be too tiring in the future.'

He had already made enough enemies.

When Namgung Il answered calmly, Wi Ji-yang soon moved his steps forward.

"Follow me. I'll guide you to the president."

"..."

Fortunately, it seemed he could meet the student council president without any particular problems.

Namgung Il followed Wi Ji-yang and walked in front of another building.

'So this was where the student council president was.'

Wi Ji-yang stopped walking in front of the innermost building. And he approached the door and said to the inside.

"President, a guest has come."

"..."

"May I come in?"

Don't tell me there's no one inside?

Since no answer was heard, Namgung Il couldn't help but think so.

"Namgung Il."

"...?"

"The president has given her permission. Go inside."

"Pardon?"

Surely, no answer was heard from inside?

When Namgung Il tilted his head, Wi Ji-yang added.

"It would be better to be on high alert when you open the door and go inside."

"...?"

Be on high alert... does that mean to be nervous because it's in front of the student council president?

Namgung Il, of course, took it in that sense and approached the door.

'What, am I going in alone?'

When he looked back, Wi Ji-yang was standing a little far away.

Nod—

Wi Ji-yang, who moved his head as if to say to go in quickly.

Namgung Il looked forward again as he was and opened the door and went inside.

Swish—

It was then.

As soon as he opened the door, the sound of some device operating was heard, and a sharp dagger flew quickly towards Namgung Il from the front.

Thud—

But the dagger that had stopped right in front of his eyes.

Namgung Il had reflexively moved his right hand and had caught the dagger that was flying towards him in the air.

"To catch it with your hand without dodging. You have quite good skills, don't you?"

Just then, a voice was heard from the front.

A woman sitting beyond the desk.

Cheon Hong-ryeon said to Namgung Il with a smile.

(End of Chapter)