I Became the Academy’s Disabled Student

The warmth of Yeonhwa’s embrace that I hadn’t felt in a long time was unbearable. My body and mind were exhausted as they shared a warm body temperature.

It felt like all the fatigue that had built up over the past week was melting away in an instant.

[Happiness]
‘Good…’

“Yeah, you worked hard.”

Yeonhwa patted my head, giggling. As I was laughing at that, Yeonhwa grabbed the water bottle and tilted it to her lips.

The water went into my mouth, gulping. A little of the water spilled down my neckline, mixing with the sweat on my collarbone.

“…I didn’t interrupt your training, did I…?”

“It’s okay because I was just warming up. I was planning to finish up and go in.”

“That’s fortunate.”

[Relief]

“You worry about everything.”

Yeonhwa, who smiled brightly, brushed my cheek.

“Did you say you entered the tower as a contemplative subject?”

“Yes. If I go in alone, contemplation is the best.”

Of course, I can take off and grow sufficiently on other levels.

However, my situation is a bit different. Since I can meet other rounds, contemplation is overwhelmingly more efficient.

‘It was the same this time too.’

What I learned from the 8th round is still being chewed on and internalized, and I am modifying it in my own way. It is an overwhelmingly faster growth than rolling around alone.

“… I see. But what came out of contemplation?”

[Yes?]
“Yes?”

When I raised my head, Yeonhwa was staring at me. I tilted my head at her strange eyes.

“Because it was a contemplative subject. I came out.”

“You mean Lee Ha-yool came out?”

“Yes.”

“Which rate?”

The question kept coming back. I blinked. Why do I keep asking the same question?

‘… Which rate?’

Doesn’t that question seem a bit strange? I wouldn’t normally express it that way.

I rolled my eyes in a strange ominousness.

“… I, came out, right…?”

“Hmm…”

Yeonhwa let out a strange nasal sound. Her slightly narrowed eyes stared at me intently.

… She kept rolling her eyes and avoiding eye contact, then buried her face in Yeonhwa’s chest again.

Her chest was already plump, but it had gotten bigger since we first met, swallowing her face.

“This. When it feels bad, she buries her face in her chest.”

- Snap

“Hic.”