Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner Chapter 778

Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius Chapter 778

It was known among the students that Simon had resigned against his will.

And this anger exploded from the joint opening ceremony.

Especially at the place where the 3rd year professors stood up and said hello.

Woo woo woo woo-!

Boos broke out.

It was the first time that students booed Professor Keygen at an official event.

After Ballack was promoted to the presidency, the 3rd year professors, who were enjoying themselves with a winner’s mood, couldn’t control their facial expressions and became stiff.

-be quiet! quietly!

Even after the school opening ceremony, which had a lot of trouble and a lot of talk, the anger continued.

In particular, the mercenary king Arthur, who was friendly and well-liked with the students in each class, gathered his motives.

“I think this is violent and haphazard!”

Students gathered in the common room of the freshman dormitory. Arthur clenched her fists.

“Everyone knows who Simon is and how much he worked hard for our freshmen! Are you going to keep your mouth shut?”

Other freshmen also responded unanimously. Let’s pick up a picket and go protest. Protesters must be organized. While everyone is chatting and chatting.

“That’s something you can do since you’re the second exception.”

A short-haired male student sitting crookedly spat out like that.

All eyes turned to him.

“Simon’s work is sad, but for our freshmen, survival comes first. Half of the people here will have to go home when this semester ends, can we afford to go protest or something?”

At those words, several first graders salivated.

“I’d rather read more than one textbook…”

“If you make excuses like that, there is no limit.”

At that time, a first-year female student got up from her seat.

Heidi Ferris.

It was none other than the freshman Simon saved during the entrance ceremony.

“You can’t survive in the first year, you can’t in the second year because you have to raise your rank, and you can’t in the third year because you have to get a job. So, when are you going to leave?”

“No. That’s…!”

“1st year students are always excluded from everything in school. They are busy just surviving and cannot speak out. I still don’t know why our 1st year couldn’t participate in Darkness Festival. Just like now, when Simon retired, irrational things I think we should also speak up to avoid suffering.”

she spread her arms

“It doesn’t matter whether you’re an honor student or a poor student. We’re asserting our natural rights as current Kizen students!”

“then!”

“of course!”

The first graders decided to stand up.

From the first day of school, unusual war clouds began to roll over the school.

* * *

that afternoon.

The student city of Rochester.

“Hello classmates! I’m Tei from the Newspaper Club!”

Newspaper department manager Tay raised his arms and exclaimed vigorously.

A group of students gathered in front of him, holding a camera equipped with a memorial crystal ball, notebooks and memo pads.

They were all members of the newspaper club.

“Hope you had a good vacation! My best friend and vice president of the newspaper department, Zilberberg, is with us for this shoot!”

“yep.”

The man who briefly bowed his head toward the filming camera walked to the side again and got out of the camera’s angle.

“I’m in the student city of Rochester now!”

The camera went over the tape and projected the surrounding landscape.

Large and small buildings rise from the large square fountain as the starting point. Rochester was crowded with students who came to buy textbooks and various stationery and class preparations for the new semester.

It was full of muttering and boisterous laughter.

Whoop- Ha!

Tei took a deep breath as if enjoying this lively atmosphere for a moment, then opened his mouth again.

“The school went upside down yesterday and today, right? The student council president suddenly changed! From 2nd year Simon Pollentia to 3rd year Ballack! Let’s hear what our Kizen classmates think about this incident!”

After taking a quick look around, he spotted a blonde-haired female student sitting on a bench fixing her makeup and ran to it.

“Excuse me! Short interview…! Oops, you’re in the third year!”

Tay and Zilberberg immediately bowed and greeted each other. The other members also lowered their heads for a while, so the camera swung up and down.

“What is it?”

The 3rd grader, who was interrupted by what he was doing, frowned. Jill Buber pointed the camera at her sneaky Memorial Crystal Ball, and she cleared her throat and said in her sonorous voice.

“Yes, try it.”

“Thank you for your cooperation, senior!”

Tay hurriedly gestured, and Zilverberg hurried up and politely held out the amplification orb to her with both hands.

“What do you think about the recent change of the student council president?”

“Oh, of course. It should have been like this a long time ago.”

A third-year female student holding an amplification crystal shrugged.

“Isn’t the student council president chosen based on performance and skills?

“But there are many students in the lower grades who are dissatisfied with this situation! I think the departure of the former student council president, who was running the student council well, was an act of violence. Do you have any opinions on this?”

“Crazy. No matter how cheap the professors are, this year’s first graders really…!”

There was a time when she poured out curse words for a while.

Zilverberg sensibly turned off the Memorial Ball for a moment and then turned it on again.

“Anyway, if Agel left, then Agel’s replacement must also leave. “

“Thank you for your words!”

Tay immediately left in search of the next person.

Stories from as many grades as possible were to be published in the newspaper.

“1st grade, where is the first grader?”

“First graders must have the opposite opinion.”

“I think he’ll be fine.”

I saw a female student wearing glasses with a high degree of beating.

Her hair was twisted in two braids, and she was full of freckles. The first impression is a typical model student image that seems to know nothing but study.

“Excuse me, junior!”

Tei and the others rushed in. When I pushed her camera, she blushed in embarrassment and hung her head in her panic.

“Oh, hello…”

“We’re in the newspaper club, so can we have a brief interview?”

“Ah, will I be okay? Hmm. I’ve never done an interview like that before…”

“Just feel free to express your opinion when asked. Okay?”

Receiving the amplification crystal ball that Zilverberg had handed her to her, she looked at Tay with a frozen face.

“Now, comfortably, comfortably. Then, here comes the question! What do you think about the recent change of the student council president?”

That moment.

I could see the eyes of the first-year girl who had been dumbfounded. she shouted, jumping to her feet.

“Very absurd! I think it was an unfair decision!”

Ooh, got it wrong.

Thinking so, Tay broke out in a sweat.

“Uh, why do you think so…”

“I don’t know if there was something wrong with the former student council president, but it wasn’t anything like that! Senior Simon led the student council and school well despite the sudden vacancy of the presidency! Putting a student in the presidency! I think it’s very unfair to trample on everyone’s hearts! The student president should be the representative of our students!”

The first grader started giving a speech every week.

When Zilverberg gestured to hang up, Tay suddenly came to his senses and said,

“But, junior. Senior Ballack is a person who is more talented than Simon Pollentia, so even those who say it’s a natural change…”

“That’s their mindset.”

A first-year female student grinded her teeth.

“The student president that students really want is not someone with high grades, someone who can be used for external events, or someone who listens to adults. He is someone who can represent the interests of students and act for them! At the entrance ceremony Like senior Simon Pollentia, who risked his life to save our comrades!”

She strained her eyes and looked towards the Memorial Orb.

“On the other hand, I don’t know what senior Ballack did for the school. Skills. Of course, it’s important. But I think those with excellent skills are already receiving enough merit and benefits, such as being in the Top 10 and becoming the department representative or receiving a scholarship.”

“Ah, ah! That’s right! That’s it. Thanks for the interview!”

“I’m not done with my words yet! I think it’s prejudice that a sophomore can’t be president of the student body. Conversely, it’s narrow-minded to say that a third year must be president…!”

Tei and the newspaper department, which barely got rid of the hot-blooded freshman, eagerly conducted interviews with passers-by.

Opinions were completely different from class to class.

The 3rd graders said that abnormality had only returned to normal, and most of them supported Ballack’s ascension to the throne.

On the other hand, the first graders who liked Simon were angry and protested that it was an unreasonable treatment. Like a person who only lives for one day today, there was no saying in the interview that he couldn’t think of the aftermath.

Compared to the first year students, the sophomores, who are living in the department, seemed to be a little more cautious and spared their words, but overall, they seemed to be dissatisfied with this work.

“Damn, there’s so much stuff I can’t use this for.”

Tei, who was flipping through the notebook with the contents of the interview written on it, made an impression.

In fact, the Newspaper Club supported the new Ballack Student Council because it was a representative club that suffered damage from the club activity cost reform during the Simon Student Council.

Of course, if someone from Ballack’s side approached and wrote an article favorable to this side, he offered to raise the activity fee for the second semester.

“Tei, the interviews with the ‘I hate you guys’ are ready.”

Zilverberg came over and said. Tei, who was looking through the notebook with a firm expression, finally smiled.

“As expected, the vice-captain! It’s a problem because you’re doing your job too well.”

I hate you. The so-called ‘group of people who hate Simon’ is an arbitrary name given by the newspaper department. I researched students who believed they had a grudge against Simon and made an appointment for an interview.

The newspaper department even prepared for the labor cost and offered them a ‘paid interview’. Since they were the ones who had a hard time finding time, Tay headed to the meeting place with an expectant heart.

– Then let’s begin!

Without further ado, we started interviewing the students selected by the newspaper department.

The first target is Seongwon Seongju, Laheim Northfold in the second year.

He was a special admissions student last year, and rumors spread that he likes Meilin of the Ivory Tower. Then, during the 1st year BMAT exam, he bets on Maylin and attacks Simon, and gets robbed.

Although I expected an emotional curse as the woman I liked was taken away.

– What do you think? Ah, of course I hate Jumon Volendis, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to unilaterally change the student council president above.

-……Who is Jumon Volendis? It’s Simon Pollentia.

-okay! Gemon Volentona!

This kid is messed up.

We immediately started interviewing our second guest, Jessica Cananor.

Jessica tasted a humiliating defeat from Simon in the 1st year duel evaluation, and in the recent duel evaluation, she tried her best by bringing out the ‘chemical factory’, but was completely defeated by Simon again.

I was expecting a jealous curse to match.

-That’s wrong. I’d rather have the presidency be decided by a duel during the school opening ceremony. I think bringing down Simon Pollentia unilaterally is a problem that can cause enough noise. Oh, but did Simon ever say something about me?

She is flushed and brushing her hair. Rather, it seems that this person has a good feeling for Simon because of the recent duel evaluation. it was wrong

go straight to the third

“White” from the same 2nd year Summoning Department.

He is a transfer student from Moiran, the third generation necromancer school. I heard rumors that Simon secretly cared for him and that they bumped into each other a lot.

however.

-…….

-Uh, what do you think?

-…….

White only stared at the birds flying in the sky with a blank face.

The interview failed because I couldn’t communicate.

“It’s ruined.”

Tay leaned her back against the wall in Rochester Street.

I had to write an article to give strength to the Ballack Student Council, but I didn’t know about the 3rd graders, but the 1st and 2nd graders had almost no friendly opinions.

Deputy Director Zilberberg said.

“I didn’t expect that public opinion on Simon Pollentia would be this good.”

Tay accepted the words with a tsk and a click on his tongue.

“Originally, there was no gossip, and the image was good, right? In addition, this time there was a powerful enemy called Ballack. An unfortunate person who gave up the chairmanship after being unable to overcome the tyranny of the school. I have a strong tendency to do that.”

But even in such a difficult situation, isn’t it the reporter’s mission to somehow squeeze out an article that suits the customer’s taste?

Tay looked at the notebook.

“It can’t be helped. We’ll write down the 3rd year interview as it is, and write down the 1st and 2nd years who strongly requested anonymity, and then we’ll roughly match the opinions in support of the Ballack Student Council…”

“Uh, over there.”

Zilverberg pointed forward.

“Isn’t that Hector?”

“what?”

Tay suddenly raised his head.

It is the core of the core of the so-called ‘Sibadmo’. Rival and rival of Simon Pollentia, who has been fighting and bumping into every single thing since the first day of first grade.

Hector Moore, the representative of the 2nd year Summoning Department.

It was a big man who sent letters offering interviews several times, but never received a reply.

“Follow me everyone!”

Tay rushes to Hector with a member of the newspaper department. Hector was walking with his gang, probably stopping by Rochester to buy supplies for class.

“Hector! Wait!”

Tay called out his name, but Hector didn’t pretend to hear. Reluctantly, Tay quickly runs and pretends to be in front of Hector! Interrupted.

“I’m Tei from the newspaper club! Two minutes! Just two minutes! Give me a little time!”

Zilverberg, who took the camera himself, followed, followed by the rest of the newspaper club members. Hector’s expression darkened.

“go away.”

He turns and tries to get out of the side road.

“Simon Pollentia!”

Hector’s steps stopped.

A small smile spread across Tay’s lips, having succeeded in getting his attention.

“Simon Pollentia stepped down as student council president and senior Ballack took the new position! Do you have anything to say about this situation?”

“…….”

“Rumor has it that you also accepted the position of the sophomore department representative to keep Simon, who became the president?

The newspaper department students let out a surprised sound.

Hector suddenly turned and grabbed Tay by the neck.

“Something like bugs.”

Soon, he lifted the tape with one hand.

“How dare you talk to me?”

“Keuk! Kkeok!”

Suddenly, one of Hector’s pupils changed into a straight line like a dragon’s eye.

“Hey, wait a minute! Kheheop! I can’t breathe…!”

Hector lifted Tay up and threw him into a nearby stall. Wow Jangchang! With a sound, the stalls were smashed and the sauce and sugar inside smeared Tay’s face and school uniform, making a mess.

“Senior Tei!”

“What is this…!”

Hector swung his arms wildly. Tsupat! With a clatter, the dragon’s scales flew like throwing stars and burrowed between the memorial crystal spheres embedded in the middle of the magic camera.

Soon after, Hector pretended to pull his arm, and the memorial crystal ball of the camera was pulled out and held in his hand.

“I have no time to spend more on articles like dog shit and scumbags scribbling.”

Kwajik!

He shattered the memorial crystal ball with only the grip of his hand. Mana jumped out with a crackling sound, and misty smoke flowed out.

“If it catches my eye just once, then it really kills.”

At the unintended flow of dragon fear, the first year members backed away with pale faces.

Hector tutted and clicked his tongue, threw a wad of money at the street vendor, then turned and walked away.

“let’s go.”

He moved on, and Hector’s clique followed, giggling.

“You have to wear it when you wear it. Of course, it comes when Hector is in the worst mood.”

“You guys in the newspaper department, behave moderately. I’m watching.”

Hector and the others left, and Tay, whose face was smeared with sticky sauce, crawled out.

“…Ha, write.”

Suddenly feeling sad about his situation, he sighed deeply and muttered quietly.

“It would have been nice if my rival had fallen, so why are you F*cking with me?”

* * *

buzz buzz!

It was exceptionally noisy outside. Simon, who had just come down to a small cafe in Rochester, looked out the window.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.”

And a dark-haired girl elegantly drinking a strawberry drink.

Lorraine opened her eyes and smiled.

“How have you been during vacation? Simon.”

At a place just a few meters away, the two were talking.