I Became A Renowned Genius At My Arts High School - Chapter 215



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Episode 215. What kind of resolution (1)

Swish.

Like the Red Sea split by Moses’ staff, the students split into two groups and made a path for themselves.

Thud thud.

Jerome, who had entered the path, walked towards the center at his characteristic tempo.

The onlookers looked back and forth between Jerome and Soo-hyun, their eyes sparkling as they wondered what would happen.

The student who received the palette from Su-hyeon started to stamp his hand without being shaken by this unexpected situation.

‘You all are incredibly open-minded.’

Rather, it was Soo-hyeon who was surprised.

No one in the square felt awkward or out of place.

I accepted this level of event naturally as if it were an everyday occurrence.

If you are Lisa’s student, you must have gone through fierce competition to get to this point, and you must have developed your artistic qualities through a special curriculum and rich experiences. This kind of appreciation may be a basic virtue.

Anyway.

chuck.

Percussion.

Bam.

The next runner followed Soo-hyun’s example and continued on his own path in life.

“Oh, like that.”

“oh my god.”

“yes!”

Jerome, who had already reached the center, gave his all while sighing and rejoicing every time the next runner stamped his mark.

“… … .”

The reactions continued until the runner who had made all his choices handed the palette back to Soo-hyun, who then passed it to the next person, and the next.

“It’s strange.”

“Yeah. Why do you seem to only be happy about negative choices?”

The onlookers whispered.

“That’s right. Look at that kid’s face. He has such a devilish expression. When he was giggling earlier, it gave me goosebumps on my arms.”

“It’s Mephistopheles himself. Oh, that demon of Jerome’s might really be Mephistopheles.”

“Sounds good? Yeah, now that I think about it, it kind of reminds me of Goethe’s Faust.”

“Then, does the performance Jerome has shown so far and the improvisation he performed today depict the process of the devil finding Faust? A human being who will make a contract with him?”

“Are you the kind of person who would make a bet with God?”

“Oh my god. Could it be that you found that object in Soo-hyun’s mind map?”

Onlookers tried to analyze how the two works would collide and what synergy they would create.

Lisa’s students, who had rich artistic sensibilities and studied liberal arts, philosophy, and the basics of literature through in-depth theoretical classes, were excellent at both insight into works and expanding on them.

“I want to go on stage too.”

“Yeah. It’s exciting.”

And their gaze was focused on Su-hyeon’s work again.

“I’d rather suggest a collaboration.”

“Collabo?”

Those who were inspired by the work also began to appear.

“Yeah. This music. When I listen to it, it doesn’t seem to be well-made. I want to compose music that fits the project perfectly.”

“Wow. I thought about that too. Overall, it’s well-balanced without any sharp edges, but there are some areas where I think it would be good to have a specialist. Above all, I think this project would be even more effective if it were linked to video.”

“With the video?”

“I mean, those handprints. The more participants there are, the more they’ll overlap. Eventually, it’ll become hard to recognize them. Wouldn’t it be better to separate them into separate layers from the beginning and record them separately? That is, film the traces left by each participant. You can see one independent choice, or you can play them simultaneously and see the overlapping images.”

“Oh. That’s a good idea. Go and suggest it to Soo-hyun right away. I think she’ll accept it right away.”

“I want to make animation.”

“animated movie?”

“So, a short animation that contains content that could be the opening of this work. There must have been a reason for the author to think of this work, and it shows that moment of inspiration in a fantastic mood. After the animation is shown, it can be connected to this scene right away.”

“How about dancing? Don’t you think another story could be created to match the music?”

Those who felt the desire to stamp their hands were gradually seized by the feeling of wanting to participate in this work and even drew up specific work methods.

Everything was a blessing for Soo-hyun.

***

“Phew.”

That afternoon.

Su-hyeon went to the student cafeteria with her friends to have lunch.

“It’s okay now.”

Su-hyeon opened her mouth with a smile as her friend asked her what she wanted to eat with gestures.

“Oh, right. Now that the work has been released, I can talk about it, right?”

“Yeah. It’s all over. And there was no reason for me not to tell you guys in the first place.”

When Su-hyeon shook her head, the kids burst into laughter.

“Why! We had fun too.”

“That’s right. It was like the Trojan Horse operation. Our competitors had no idea what we were preparing. I couldn’t help but laugh as predictions spread all over the school.”

“Oh. There were so many people who came and begged for spoilers. Anyway, we happily participated. It was a happy sharing of pain.”

“okay.”

Su-hyeon smiled and poked at the salad with a fork.

The student cafeteria menu was excellent today as well. The portions were generous enough to satisfy my sudden hunger.

“Anyway, it was a huge success.”

My friends nodded and ate their food.

“Yeah. Did you see the reaction? At least while I was at Lisa, the square wasn’t this crowded.”

“That’s right. Everyone was excited and hot. They rushed to stamp their hands.”

“There were a lot of kids who said they wanted to collaborate? Suhyun, there were quite a few who got your contact information, right?”

“What was most surprising of all was Jerome.”

When one friend brought up Jerome’s name, everyone swallowed.

“Yes, Jerome.”

“Is this your first time?”

“maybe?”

The children shook their heads one by one.

“It was a perfect my way. I was really surprised that someone who only knew his own work was interested in other works.”

“That’s right. Not only in the plaza work, but in all the classes and projects during the semester, she’s never had a supporting role. But she never thought she’d approach Soo-hyun.”

“But no way.”

Makoto said, frowning.

“You’re not planning on absorbing Soohyun’s project like this, are you?”

“what?”

“Why, he could be using Soo-hyun to highlight his own project. Or maybe he’s trying to use Soo-hyun’s work as part of his own play.”

“Hey. No way.”

“If that’s the case, why are we just sitting here? We should chase them away and tell them to stop talking nonsense.”

“Yeah, this is such a great opportunity, I can’t afford to miss out on the glory of studio art classes. Jerome or whoever.”

Su-hyeon smiled and shook her head at her friends’ words, which were becoming more and more aggressive and made her feel a strange sense of unease.

“That can’t be it.”

A small but confident voice.

His friends’ attention was focused on those words.

“It seemed like it was just a spontaneous thing today. Without any special meaning. So I don’t think he came with the intention of using it for his work.”

“Feeling spontaneous?”

“Did you have a separate conversation about it?”

The kids asked more, but Soo-hyun held back her words.

He couldn’t bring himself to spit out the abnormal signal he had detected.

‘I guess it would be better to find out for yourself.’

Su-hyeon nodded and recalled what happened earlier.

After the performance, Jerome came over to say hello. He asked Soo-hyun a riddle. Soo-hyun, who was about to answer lightly, changed her mind and remained silent. He had a strong scent of alcohol.

***

“Okay.”

Same time performance and break room.

Jerome, who had been grimacing while buried in the sofa, slowly opened one eye.

Hans’s face, with a deep frown on his face, came into his sight.

“don’t do it.”

Jerome muttered.

“Huh? What?”

“What you’re trying to say. That nagging. Don’t do anything.”

“Oh my god, this is so amazing.”

“Yeah. I know you’re freaking out. So just say no. It’s like you’ve already heard it.”

Jerome raised his hand and waved it around in annoyance.

The man called Hans glared at Jerome, who was like that.

“I’ll just say one thing.”

Hans opened his mouth with a look on his face that said that was a big concession.

“What on earth are you planning for this project?”

“what.”

Jerome muttered, closing his eyes again.

“Everyone thinks you act spontaneously based on your skills, passion, and talent, but that’s not true. Rather, you’ve done countless calculations and meticulously planned your performances. At least I know that. I’ve been watching you as your manager for many years.”

Jerome had no answer. Hans said with a frustrated look on his face.

“But this time, I can’t predict anything. I don’t know what you’re being dragged into. Above all, you look incredibly anxious. No matter how hard it is, you’ve never gone up on stage drunk.”

“No. You’re mistaken. Last semester, I drank alcohol and acted on set. Didn’t your manager notice that?”

“under.”

“Anyway, that’s not important.”

Jerome said with a cold smile.

“And it’s not like I’m showing any lack of acting skills.”

“Yes. Your acting is great. You’re more immersed in the role than ever. Maybe that’s where my anxiety lies. I’m worried that you might not be able to distinguish between reality and drama.”

Hans looked down at Jerome with his arms crossed. Jerome turned his head away without even looking at Hans.

“Don’t worry about anything. And if you’re going to worry about me, stop talking and go buy me some tomato juice or pizza or something. My head’s pounding.”

Defensive attitude.

When he realized that he wouldn’t get a proper answer no matter how hard he pressed, Hans let out a deep sigh.

“Anyway, take a rest. If you need anything to say or need help, feel free to come see me.”

As Hans opened the break room and went out, Jerome muttered in a low voice.

“… … Help? There is nothing that can help me. The train has reached its final destination and it is time to get off.”

And then gushing.

A tear fell from Jerome’s eye.

“This will be a performance to commemorate me. All these deaths will become powerful devices to remember me.”

Swish.

The moment Jerome roughly wipes away the flowing tears.

Tiring.

The cell phone notification sounded.

Jerome didn’t move an inch.

Tiring. Tiring. Tiring.

As the alarm sounded repeatedly, I nervously snatched it away.

“Hans. Please. Please leave me alone.”

Jerome, who thought it was Manager Hans’ nagging, was about to turn the phone off by pressing the power button, but stopped.

“… … ?”

The first two messages were from Hans, but the last one came from an unexpected person.

Jerome, who had been blankly staring at the LCD screen, slowly got up from the sofa.

“That’s the kid from earlier.”

Jerome frowns.

Was it because he was drunk? He was drawn into Soo-hyeon’s work by an inexplicable excitement, and after the performance, he gave her a brief greeting and gave her his contact information.

First of all, there were a lot of eyes watching, and he thought that showing favor was the best way to justify his impulsive actions.

However, the other person’s reaction was cold. There was no response to what I said, and then he answered belatedly.

“Should I protest?”

Jerome slowly shook his head and read the message. And.

-Are you giving me a riddle?

Jerome’s expression became complicated after checking the contents.

Knock knock.

Jerome replied curtly.

-What if that’s the case?

Tiring.

A reply came right away.

-I think I know the answer, but is there a reward if I guess correctly?

“under.”

At that moment, the corners of Jerome’s mouth slightly rose.

-Why are you sure this is the correct answer?

Jerome sent another message.

Tiring.

The reply arrived.

-I think I know the meaning of your deaths.

The smile disappeared from Jerome’s face when he saw that.