“Asan. I think that song…” Ihan was about to tell his friend, ‘Shouldn’t that song be banned?’
“If it’s that song, it’s definitely worth showing him.”
“Ugh. How frustrating. If only I’d written something decent, I could’ve shown it off too. My ‘A Day in the Punishment Cell’ got slammed by the professor.”
“Cheer up. You can write a better one next time.”
“......”
Ihan shut his mouth. ‘So he really is as famous as they say,’ he thought.
He glanced around, but disappointingly Yoner wasn’t among the lazy lot gathered there. ‘If Yoner were here we could share the humiliation.
Better to be two socially awkward people than one.’
Ihan felt he was being very rude to Yoner in his head.
Screeeech—
“!” At the sound of the door opening, the students all ducked down.
Except for Ihan, every pair of eyes shone with expectation. ‘Huh? He actually came?’
Ihan hadn’t really believed his friends’ rumors.
Einlogard had so many baseless whispers floating around.
“Kids! Next week His Majesty the Emperor’s army will topple the headmaster and free the school!”
“Kids! Next week a new headmaster is coming and the school rules will change!”
“Kids! Starting next week meat will be added to the menu!” …those sorts of rumors almost never came true.
And even if you asked, nobody could remember who started them.