Episode 130 Freshman Talent Show (1)
Bikir went into the classroom in search of Cold Weapons Donation Class B.
Numerous crowds gathered in a circle and were having a drink, and in the middle space, newbies were coming forward one by one to show off their talents.
As Bikir entered the classroom, he heard a displeased voice right next to the door.
“Bikir! You’re here too! Why are you so late!”
It was her roommate, Piggy.
Piggy rummaged through the box on the table with a look of great delight and held out a name tag that read ‘Bikir, Class of 20’.
“My job is to hand out name tags to everyone who comes. Now, here’s yours!”
“… … Why are you doing this?”
Originally, handing out name tags to newcomers is the job of sophomores.
Piggy is also a newbie, so why is he doing the chore of handing out name tags to fellow classmates?
Bikir questioned that.
Then Piggy laughed awkwardly.
“Ah, the seniors said it was cumbersome to check the name tags one by one, so they asked for a little help.”
Bikir heard that and raised his head.
Indeed, I could see some of the sophomores who had put off all their work to Piggy, mingling with the crowd and watching the talent show of the newcomers.
“Whoa! Tudor is cool! Encore!”
“So cool! Cold bottle donation! go for it!”
“Tudor is the best! Noona has already become your fan, kyaaak!”
Among the 2nd years, a bunch of people who are quite awkward.
Seeing that he handed over chores to Piggy, who seemed to have no ability or background, in order to become friends with those who seemed to be going well among the newbies, I thought they were definitely quick-witted guys.
Meanwhile.
After a talent show in the center of the stage, the newcomers sit in rows on one side of a long table.
On the other side of the table sat several professors, teaching assistants, and seniors from high school.
There were very few 4th graders because they had to prepare for employment, and there were not that many 3rd graders.
Saint Dolores, the student council president, stopped by after going around each class to take care of the rest of the 3rd graders.
“Chairman is here!”
“Saintess! It would be an honor if you could accept my glass!”
“sister! Didn’t you write an article about the meeting of seniors and juniors who donated cold weapons!? Please take good care of the article!”
“I love you boss! Kyaaak!”
Dolores was an explosion of popularity for everyone. It really can’t be a nuclear sign among signers.
Before long, the sophomore senior who was watching the moderator grabbed the mana-infused megaphone and blew a comment.
“yes! Now it’s time for the next newcomer to do a talent show! The 20th grade super rookie everyone was looking forward to! We invite Miss Usher Bianca to this seat!”
There was thunderous applause.
Then, amid everyone’s attention, Bianca stepped forward.
Her complexion was calm, as if she had confessed on the rooftop.
However, there was a slight irregularity in breathing as if he had come down from the roof in a hurry.
Before long, Bianca bowed her head in front of her seniors.
“A junior who is lacking in many ways will dare to offer a drink to the seniors.”
Bianca took the bottle with a nonchalant expression and blew the cap off.
and.
Pod! Pod! Pod! Dig!
She grabbed the bottle and shook it briefly to shred the drink through the narrow bottleneck.
The drinks, which flew in just one sip, flew a long distance over the heads of the people in front of them and landed on the glasses on the table behind them.
Chow-chack-chack-challang!
The seniors all exclaimed in admiration at the bizarre feat of throwing alcohol from a distance of several meters and filling it into a glass.
Bianca put her mood up briefly but strongly and bowed her head.
Before long, she thought as she turned to the crowd.
‘I don’t know who it is, but the next step must be a bit difficult.’
Bianca’s trick was fun, but it wasn’t really to the point of being cheered up like this.
It must be that her background, ability, appearance, etc. supported her so much that she was pouring out such fervent support.
Therefore, it will be difficult to lead this atmosphere unless a newcomer with Bianca’s background, ability, and appearance performs a great feat.
In other words, with the atmosphere raised like this, the next freshman will be under tremendous pressure.
‘Well, it’s none of my business.’
Bianca returned to her seat, thinking that there was no reason to be considerate of her motives later in the order.
And, according to the cruel laws of nature. The moderator called the next order after the talent show of Bianca, who is a nuclear person.
“yes! We saw our up-and-coming star, super rookie Bianca’s skill in pouring alcohol! What are you going to do with this hotly burning atmosphere? Hurry up, come out next time before the atmosphere cools down!”
The moderator immediately called the next name.
“next! 20th degree newbie! I’ll take the cutie Piggy to this place!”
Piggy’s name was called.
Then, behind the crowd, Piggy, who was handing out name tags, stiffened.
“Uh huh? Hey, you said that if you volunteer to give out name tags, you’ll take it out of the talent show… … ?”
When Piggy turned his head in embarrassment, the seniors in the second grade who ordered Piggy to wear name tags giggled and turned their heads away.
outside.
Piggy looked up with a stunned expression.
The moderator continues to gesture towards such a piggy without knowing anything.
“Ah~ What about this atmosphere! I can’t let it cool down like this~ Hurry up~”
Piggy felt his head go blank.
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My vision went white and my hands and feet trembled.
When I felt all eyes focused on this direction, I felt a cold sweat welling up from the top of my head.
“Piggy? Mr. Piggy? what are you doing? Don’t come out soon!”
The host keeps calling Piggy.
Then, the seniors who were clapping their hands tilted their heads one by one with their smiles gone.
‘iced coffee… … .’
Piggy was desperate.
Because of his timid and introverted personality, it is not easy to talk face-to-face with other people.
Piggy’s hobbies and organs are reading, listening to music, drawing, and raising pets.
It’s not the kind of thing that can lighten the mood in front of so many people.
I don’t know if I’d rather have prepared what to do from the beginning, but I’m sure I’ve been promised that I’ll get rid of it and I’ve been careless, so the confusion is several times.
‘Oh, what do you do? how should… … .’
I was breaking out in a cold sweat and my legs were shaking. I feel like I just want to run away right now, but my legs are stiff and I can’t fall.
“… … .”
The surroundings were getting quieter.
Even the moderator who was making a comment looked awkward and embarrassed.
The seniors around him who were watching were also perplexed.
Right then.
… chin!
There was a hand on Piggy’s shoulder.
“I will do it together with the talent show. They are roommates.”
A low-pitched voice came from behind.
A boy with shaggy bangs and thick horn-rimmed glasses stepped forward.
It was Bikir.
“Oh oh! who from where Class of 20 Bikir? iced coffee! You were late when checking attendance earlier!”
The moderator greeted Bikir with a smile in the atmosphere that was becoming awkward.
“Yes, yes! Normally not, but this time I’ll take a special look! They’re roommates! Miu and Gou are in a position where they have to live together for a year, so please show me a talent show on good terms!”
Numerous eyes were now directed at both Piggy and Bikir.
“Bikir… … .”
Piggy looks up at Vikir with a watery gaze.
Bikir simply threw out a word in a nonchalant tone.
“I will sing.”
“… … huh?”
“You dance.”
Then Piggy burst into tears once more.
“Me, am I serious? Well, of course I’m tone-deaf, but… … .”
“Okay. It’s a dance that anyone can do.”
Bikir waved his fist at Piggy, once from top to bottom and then from bottom to top.
It was a really simple dance that just had to repeat the action and stamp the right foot every time the fist came down.
“Uh, uh… … Will it work with this dance?”
“that’s enough. Give me strength, just do it in moderation.”
Bikir grabbed Piggy by the shoulder and headed towards the center of the crowd.
Before long, Bikir’s song and Piggy’s dance began as everyone watched.
… … together?
The moderators and seniors’ eyes became a little subtle.
Surprisingly surprising, but rather than admiration… … .
‘what’s this?’
Everyone has puzzled expressions because they can’t grasp the situation.
That’s right, because the song Bikir sang was of a completely different kind from the songs that newcomers had sung until now.
“High mountains, deep valleys, desolate mountains. Snowy wires, we go.”
military song.
A song from those days that I always sang on the front lines.
Bikir also didn’t have the skills to make the crowd go crazy.
Without the time to listen to that common pop song, he had wandered only the battlefields of Nine Chun all his life.
… … but, just one thing.
Everyone knew a song that could touch anyone, make anyone shudder, and anyone could relate to someone.
Those days when corpses piled up as mountains and blood flowed as rivers.
‘The age of destruction.’
A song at that time that anyone who fought the devil with a sword could sing.
It was the military song that everyone shared and enjoyed.
“The place where the young soul died. The wounded old pine has forgotten his words.”
The monotonous thrill of shaking fists and stamping feet.
However, the thrill and excitement of those days when thousands, tens of thousands, and hundreds of millions of people sang and sang together, and the thrill of repose.
Bikir took a look at the seniors and classmates gathered at the academy.
Comrades who died in a long war, former comrades who defended the border standing back to back, and brothers who shed bloody tears for themselves even to the moment they were falsely accused and executed, are still sitting there with green, childish, and clumsy expressions.
Looking at them, Bikir vomited his longing and reunion.
“Comrade, can you hear me? That angry voice.”
A hound from the age of perdition. no one understands
“Comrade, can you see it? A closed eye.”
Bikir ended the last line of the military song like that.
Eventually, after finishing the song, Bikir gave a polite salute.
Then, turning around, bowing silently, he disappeared into the crowd.
… … .
There was a strange atmosphere that was difficult to describe in words.
The excited atmosphere has cooled off, but it’s not a bad feeling again.
The song Bikir sang left a ripple in everyone’s heart in one way or another.
“What, what is this shriveling atmosphere?”
“Are you old? What is it all of a sudden?”
“What about this atmosphere?”
Those who grumbled that their excitement had cooled were mostly young students.
but.
The atmosphere in the hall slowly began to change.
“… … Oh oh.”
The old professors who were sitting in the highest seats suddenly burst into tears.
