I Became a Munchkin Who Hides His Academy Powers - I Became The Academy’s Narrow-Eyes chapter 297

297 – Teacher Hwivien’s taste (2)

Ideal type.

Everyone has an ideal image of the opposite s*x in their heart.

The life of all animals, including humans, is nothing short of a struggle to connect with their ideal type.

Some people say that there is no ideal type.

A type of person who defines their mental gender as something very delicate and complex, like a helicopter.

People who appeal to their sincerity and act condescendingly with the stereotypical answer of ‘I’m a good person.’

And, they were people who had not yet encountered a human image that could be called an ideal type.

Cookung!

Or,

Squeak!

Ideal types are usually formed through encounters so intense that you can hear such sound effects.

Therefore, it was not easy for those who had not experienced such a fateful encounter to come up with and form an ideal human image on their own.

Hwivien accomplished that difficult task.

She had never in her life experienced such a strong feeling of ‘Jkkk!’ Upon seeing a man in her real life.

However, what if the area is expanded to virtual media?

The name of the personification of tolerance who had not one but many ideal types was Hwivienne.

There were men (characters) that Whivien loved after encountering numerous creative works, mainly romantic comedies.

A younger man who smiles like a cat.

A macho man who is like an angry animal.

A mysterious man who carries the scars of a painful past.

Furthermore, there are slightly stereotypical bad guys and good guys.

Hwivien studied all kinds of male figures and gathered elements that could be considered their essence to create the ideal type of ideal type.

You could call it my ideal type.

Thick line appearance.

Serious atmosphere.

However, the appearance of a smile is surprisingly full of gaps, and such gaps are especially highlighted at night.

It is the so-called low night.

In addition, hair color and length.

Body type, including arm and leg length.

Even the shape of the muscles and collarbone.

If you had just a piece of white paper and a pen, you could immediately draw your ideal male image in complete form from 1 to 100 on a blank piece of paper.

Hwivien had no doubt that this was her true ideal type.

However.

It was just an illusion built up on a blank sheet of paper.

Hwivien, who had not actually encountered his ideal type yet, merely tried to mold his ideal type as realistically as possible.

In the end, fantasy cannot overcome reality.

Now.

Reality struck before Hwivien’s eyes.

At this moment. For the first time in his life, Hwivien felt a strong feeling of ‘Zhi!’

Ceylon.

In this way, he took his place in her world, completely destroying the framework of her ideal type that Whivienne had painstakingly drawn.

Heesilheesil.

Hwivienne could not take her eyes off his sinister yet mischievous smile.

“Hot!”

But try!

Even if fantasy cannot overcome reality in the end, it is the animal called human that desperately desires it!

Whivienne could never admit that such a foolish man was more attractive than the perfect male figure she had created. He was

Not going to recognize, beyond not acknowledging!

The result.

Hwivienne, an undisputed great lecturer and a troublesome woman at the same time, finds herself in a very contradictory situation.

Oi!

This amazing vegetable contains a lot of vitamins, but this inferior vegetable also contains ingredients that destroy those vitamins.

Hwivien was now a cucumber.

The ‘I like it!!!’ That her heart cries out is denied by the ‘No!!!’ In her head!

Those contradictory, complex, and bothersome emotions were now reflected in Hwivien’s expression.

You! What! He said he couldn’t look at it any more because he didn’t like it – an expression full of contempt!

But those eyes are captured by the target and cannot escape.

Hwivien hates this man-

I spoke to Ceylon.

“Does that have anything to do with where you are now?”

“Yes?”

Whivien raised her glasses, creating a very stern air.

“That- Ceylon ‘county’ asked me to teach, and I responded. If you think that the Ceylon ‘county’ is an equal relationship or employer just because you paid the money, that is a huge mistake! Let me make this clear. There were countless people other than Ceylon County who wanted to take my class. Among them, there were many who offered conditions that were incomparably better than those of the Ceylon ‘county.’

Hwivien called Ceylon repeatedly, emphasizing the title ‘gun’ in a stern tone, like a trainer calling a dog’s name.

It was the first time this had happened.

Hwivien had never once given the title ‘military’ to a student.

The title ‘Military’ was one of the elements that formed the ideal teacher-student relationship that Hwivienne hoped for, and was one of her fantasies.

That is!

The only person who could receive the honor of hearing her ‘military’ title from Teacher Whivien was a student who was recognized by her as her student.

‘I need to make sure I get into the habit!’

Training disciples who do not follow the teacher.

Hwivien was trying to fulfill her own fantasies by targeting her Ceylon.

Master Hwivien, who hated Ceylon so much that he could not stand it, for some reason recognized him as his student.

“Do you understand!”

Glasses are raised once again.

Teacher Hwivien’s non-prescription glasses shone.

“Aha! I understand!”

A straightforward answer.

But Teacher Hwivien was not satisfied.

What she wanted was to show her rebelliousness with a look of dissatisfaction, or to show reluctant obedience.

“That must be a very happy thing to say!”

“…I’ve never said anything that would make Ceylon County happy. Are you kidding me?”

“No way! Didn’t you say that, Mr. Hwivien? There were many people other than me who wanted to take Mr. Hwivien’s classes, and among those people, there were many who offered better conditions than me.”

Grin.

The corners of Ceylon’s mouth drew a meaningful line.

“Nevertheless, Mr. Hwivien chose me in the end.”

“…!”

Hwivien gritted his teeth.

‘I hate it!!!’

Her head cried out.

The ideal student that Teacher Whivien desires does not tremble while looking at the teacher.

‘Good!!!’

But her heart cries out.

The sight of the student trembling with her slyness and boldly trying to rival her teacher resonated deep within Teacher Huvien’s heart.

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“Is this fate? Wow, that’s interesting.”

‘You’re talking like fate!’

Hwivienne’s head was disgusted.

‘Ooh, fate…!’

Hwivienne’s heart was pounding.

A strict teacher catches his profligate student.

The original painting that Hwivien was drawing did not even remain.

There was a teacher there, swayed by her student.

‘It can’t be like this…!’

The strict Miss Hwivien thought that she should no longer neglect her student’s room.

I had to take the initiative.

It wasn’t difficult.

She was Whivien, a famous instructor who raised countless hunters, and he was a failed student who had only been preparing for the hunter exam for 3 years.

“Heh.”

When I realized that fact, I suddenly felt ashamed and ridiculed of him.

It’s been 3 years since you’ve been preparing for the Hunter Exam?

But are you being so arrogant in front of me?

‘It’s cute.’

Once Hwivienne regained her composure and took the initiative, she took action in earnest.

“Fate. That’s interesting.”

“Oh, Mr. Hwivien, do you think so too?”

“But Ceylon County.”

“Yep.”

“I’m just saying this just in case. Did someone else ghostwrite your resume?”

“Huh? Suddenly?”

“It’s no different. The Ceylon soldier I saw in his resume seemed like a much more desperate and earnest person. He expressed his despair by saying that he had been taking the hunter exam for three years and had never even come close to passing it. Since you did, you can say it’s reasonable suspicion, right?”

“Right…Right?”

Silon nodded with a sad expression as he recalled the contents of the autobiography he had written.

Teacher Hwivien, who interpreted that as a sign of loss of momentum, smiled.

She had the smile of an educator who confirmed the power of her teaching authority.

“To be honest, I’m a bit disappointed. I chose Ceylon-kun because of its desperation and sincerity. Ceylon-kun is always acting mischievously. Am I wrong?”

“I think that’s a reasonable statement…?”

Honestly. In Ceylon, Whivien’s teachings were not so urgent.

He is no longer a despairing unemployed person, but a graduate of the academy who entered the top class.

If I wanted to, wouldn’t I just pass the hunter exam?

There was a man with slit eyes who was drunk with well-founded arrogance.

However. However, he cannot justly sever the link with Whivien.

This was the reason why Ceylon was confused about what to do and how to act.

‘hehehehe.’

Hwivien interpreted the appearance of Ceylon like this.

Although his pride is hurt, he has no choice but to give in due to his position.

The sincere teacher Hwivien felt his passion burn at the desirable(?) Appearance of his student.

Yes. This is it.

This is exactly the picture I wanted.

Master Whivien put his arm around her with a satisfied smile.

“I have not yet acknowledged Mr. Ceylon as my student. I would like you to keep in mind right now that whether or not Mr. Ceylon can take my classes depends entirely on his behavior.”

“…”

“Answer!”

“Ah! I understand.”

“Okay, then call me again.”

“Yes?”

“No counter questions allowed!”

“Uh… Mr. Whivien…?”

Tingling.

“Again.”

“…Hwivien, teacher?”

So soft.

Hwivienne’s body trembled slightly.

‘Teacher…’

Hwivien thought over the words that came out of Ceylon’s mouth.

It was a title I had heard countless times.

But why does it feel special?

Perhaps it is because these words come from the mouth of someone who can evoke the feeling of ‘Jkkyun!’

‘Hmph. ‘You sound like a teacher.’

Hwivien’s head snorted.

‘Teacher… Teacher…’

Hwivien’s heart turned into a dirty face.

“…Teacher?”

“Hmm? Ah.”

Hwivien finally came to his senses after being immersed in lingering thoughts for a while.

“Huh, huh. Again!”

“… Teacher Whivien?”

“Why am I so tired? Didn’t you eat breakfast!?”

“You could say I have no energy after eating breakfast.”

“? What are you talking about? Anyway, back!”

“Mr. Hwivien.”

“Hmm. It’s still not cool. Well, it’s still better than before.”

Come on!

Hwivien clapped his hands to brighten the mood.

It was a strangely energetic applause.

“Then, shall we briefly check your level?”

Instead of the test paper she had originally intended to take out of her bag, Whivien took out a magic stone the size of her fist.

At the point when I decided to ‘educate’ him, I no longer needed the high-difficulty test papers that were a justification for rejecting students.

“As you can see, it is a magic stone. It is a high-quality magic stone that is a by-product of a B-class gate.”

Hwivien injected mana into the magic stone while speaking.

Wooow-

Then, the magic stone resonated with Hwivien’s mana and radiated light.

It was a brilliant light that dyed the entire spacious living room blue and still spread beyond the window.

“As the Ceylon Army already knows, magic stones have the property of emitting light when they resonate with a specific type of mana. What the Ceylon Army must do from now on is: Analyze the properties of this magic stone and inject appropriate mana into it. And it emits light.”

“Wow.”

Miz, who was kneeling on a sofa far away and reverently observing their class(?), Was the first to react.

As a hunter, she couldn’t help but quickly realize that the task given by Master Whivien to Ceylon County was excessively difficult.

“Whether it succeeds or not doesn’t really matter.”

Teacher Hwivien had a very kind smile on his face.

In this way, the sadistic atmosphere is completed.

As she said, success or failure was not very important.

Through this assignment, Hwivien planned to make Ceylon thoroughly feel the gap between him and himself.

Teacher- No, it was the beginning of education.

Whivien crossed her arms in a relaxed gesture.

Now watch the sly disciple grunting-

“Oh.”

A flash of light erupted.

The magic stone placed in Ceylon’s hand emitted a dazzling light that far exceeded that of the previous Whivien times and then split in half.

“…”

Ms. Whivien’s expression froze as she crossed her arms, her easy smile still on her face.

“Is it done?”

Ceylon, who was asking the question, was smiling mischievously.