I Became the Academy’s Disabled Student

Despite Lee Ha-yul being placed under house arrest by unanimous decision of the mansion's residents, it was impossible for him to be coddled and fed all day long, cradled in someone's arms.

After all, there were classes to attend. He had no choice but to leave the mansion.

Of course, he wasn’t allowed to roam around alone.

Someone always stayed close to Ha-yul, and his waist was wrapped with a winged cloak.

When attending classes, the cloak would be carefully rewrapped around his waist as he stepped out to meet someone.

Privacy?

There was no such thing for someone who had caused a massive explosion in his own body under the pretext of an experiment.

If the anxiety faded with time, perhaps this overprotectiveness would ease up, but at least not now.

"Yeon-hwa, I’m stepping out to meet someone."

"Oh, that thing from a few days ago? You’re talking about Lee Ha-sol, the first-year top student, right?"

"Yes."

Thanks to this, Lee Ha-yul knew immediately who was invited a few days ago and who had just arrived.

"...Let’s go meet them together."

"Huh?"

Hong Yeon-hwa rose from the sofa as if she had been waiting. Lee Ha-yul, who had been sitting on her lap, blinked in surprise as he was lifted.

"Right now? Wouldn’t it be more comfortable for you to just rest?"

"What are you talking about? Our guest is here, so of course, I’m going to go greet them."

"..."

[What the %#$@@?]

Before Ha-yul could protest, she swiftly sank him back into her arms. His face, now looking like an apple, was hidden away with her cute gesture. Hong Yeon-hwa chuckled and walked toward the main gate.

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"Nice to meet you, Hong Yeon-hwa. I’ve heard so much about you from Ha-yul."

At the mansion’s main gate.

A brief silence passed. A breeze fluttered, and Lee Ha-sol, who smiled gently, greeted her.

"Ha-yul has spoken a lot about me?"

"Of course. He always praises you, saying you’re such a kind and wonderful person."

"Ah, really?"