The third-quarter student representative meeting was the last one conducted by the current third-year students.

As last year, from the fourth-quarter student representative meeting onward, the current second-year students—the next generation of student representatives—would run the meetings.

Although they attended to support ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) their successors, just as Do Won-woo stayed out of Yeom Jun-yeol’s meetings last time, Yeom Jun-yeol would also only watch over Ahn Da-in without interfering.

He might help if necessary, but judging by how capable the next student reps are, there’d likely be no need to step in.

‘At Plmago, many students were absent at this time.’

Since it was after the school trip, many students including Yeom Jun-yeol, Cheon Dong-ha, and Ma Jin-seung had died or left school for other reasons.

With the head and vice-head of the disciplinary committee dead, another third-year disciplinary member had to report in the student council room.

When he broke down in tears during his report, sobbing students appeared here and there.

The student council president then, Gwak Kyung-gu, bowed his head and waited for everyone to calm down.

Because of this, only Joo Soo-hyuk, attending the meeting as the class 0 president, witnessed the scene.

The next student council president, a fraudulent admission planted by Choi Pyeon-deuk who relentlessly bullied Ahn Da-in, silently sneered while watching the crying seniors.

Although Eunkwang High had been a mess, the students still had reliable representatives like Do Won-woo and Gwak Kyung-gu to lean on and trust.

In that moment, Joo Soo-hyuk realized that even those representatives were about to disappear.

‘But now there’s no Choi Pyeon-deuk, no fraudulent admission. That place will be filled by others—my player characters.’

I watched Yeom Jun-yeol report on budget executions for the recent Korea-China-Japan exchange and the recent military academy exchange during the break.

Looking away, I saw Ahn Da-in sitting in the student council’s seat checking charts, and other heads of autonomous organizations waiting their turn.

It felt completely different from the third-quarter student representative meeting at Plmago.

Though it was regrettable that Yeom Jun-yeol, Cheon Dong-ha, and Heo Chae-ah weren’t there, it didn’t feel hopeless or bleak.

‘Last year there was a refreshing feeling, but this year the sadness is stronger.’

Thinking about the despicable Do Won-woo and Woo Ki-hwan gang, I couldn’t help but feel relief back then.

Geum Chan-sol and Wang Chan-sol at least supplied photos and goods of Jegal Jae-gul, but Woo Ki-hwan’s gang failed to play their senior role, busy extracting info like bread sales points.

“Next, please present from Jiikhoe.”

When it was time for the Jiikhoe report, Gye I-dam stood up.

I realized he was still one of the student reps and hoped Park Seung-hyun would soon officially become the Jiikhoe president.

As I silently supported Park Seung-hyun, I recalled Gye I-dam had used a fiery furnace that drained his energy and checked his complexion—it looked very healthy.

He seemed much healthier than the first time I saw him, almost to the point of disbelief.

‘Seong Si-wan said he donated blood to Gye I-dam. Seems it had an effect.’

After hearing that, I checked on Seong Si-wan’s well-being and test results.

Seong Si-wan had donated a bit more blood than usual but was very healthy, and Gye I-dam seemed to have received that health, looking fine.

Not only that, his report content was quite good.

Whether he gained the ability as Jiikhoe president or the other members helped him do well, I didn’t know, but the finish was a barely passing mark.

After all the autonomous organizations finished reporting, they moved to the next agenda.

“Next, we will discuss preparations for this year’s school festival.”

At Yeom Jun-yeol’s words, the distracted officers turned on their device screens and straightened their posture.

Since each autonomous organization was already doing well, the activity reports were not a big deal whether listened to or not.

But the festival concerned everyone.

Of course, some classes didn’t get along well and ended up only submitting reports, homework, or class group photos during the festival.

Still, even those classes needed to know something about the festival to participate or pass through it.

So at least everyone needed to pay attention to this discussion.

“We have received requests to move the festival earlier from current students planning short-term study abroad during winter break and graduates entering pro player teams for training.

After internal discussion, the student council reached a consensus to move the festival date earlier.

We will listen to opinions from other autonomous organizations and class officers.”

I had already agreed with Yeom Jun-yeol beforehand.

There were indeed such requests, though few, so the discussion was quick.

The student council agreed to help advance the schedule.

But the general club association, arguably the festival’s main actor, had a different opinion.

“If the preparation time is shortened, schedules of each club may conflict.

The general club association wants to consider the schedule adjustment carefully.”

Heo Chae-ah, representing the clubs, wasn’t wrong.

Some clubs might live for the festival and have plans disrupted or feel disappointed if preparation time was cut.

Then the disciplinary committee supported that position.

“Last year’s festival was successful, but the low temperature made outdoor booths and events less popular.

Moving the festival earlier would allow it to be held in warmer weather.

Clubs or classes that lacked preparation time could showcase what they prepared at the Christmas charity event.”

The disciplinary committee supervises and monitors other autonomous organizations, so they had accurate records of the festival’s results, booth visitors, and event popularity.

When Cheon Dong-ha presented a statistical opinion, Kim Hyun-gu whispered something to Heo Chae-ah.

Kim Hyun-gu belonged to the soccer club and was probably sharing hardships experienced preparing outdoor festival events in the cold.

Soon, Heo Chae-ah nodded in understanding.

For Jiikhoe, the main role during the festival was to manage students so they wouldn’t run wild in residential areas.

Shortening the preparation period was a relief.

Seeing Park Seung-hyun’s brightened face calculating patrol schedules, I felt the Jiikhoe’s concerns were unnecessary.

Chairman Yeom Jun-yeol summarized the autonomous organization heads’ and some class officers’ opinions and drew a conclusion.

This year, the Eunkwang High festival would be held earlier than usual.

‘Done. Now I have the foundation to make a move.’

The Eunkwang High festival was the perfect event to lure the Jin who had not yet actively interacted with the nobles.

Depending on the Jin’s tastes, other events could be considered, but first, the student me had to participate for it to mean anything.

However, besides moves at this festival, there were other considerations.

Since I was the vice president of class 0 in the second year, I had to think about what to do at the festival.

‘Many kids will be too busy to stay put during the festival. Last year’s performance will be hard to pull off.’

First, the core of the performance, Dokgo Miro, was too busy.

Last festival’s center was Dokgo Miro, but he was debuting and rising fast, so I couldn’t tie him to the festival.

He might spare a little time, but not much.

Also, many kids had complicated schedules, making it difficult to hold events requiring everyone to gather at the same time.

So I had to think of events that could be done with just a few people present simultaneously.

“Let’s consult with the class about what to do at the festival! Since there are more kids this year, we can do something more fun.”

Kim Yuri whispered brightly.

I had only thought about difficulties and hardships, but the capable class president looked at this festival from a different angle.

It was the first festival after all the class kids had returned to school, so maybe I was overthinking.

Feeling lighter, I watched the meeting flow as we thought about what to do at the festival.

Time flew, and it was time to wrap up the student representative meeting.

“Before closing the third-quarter student representative meeting, I will introduce the next student representatives.”

As Yeom Jun-yeol spoke, each was called up to the stage one by one.

Next student council president Ahn Da-in.

Next disciplinary committee head Joo Soo-hyuk.

Next Jiikhoe president Park Seung-hyun.

Next general club association president Kim Hyun-gu.

Last year, three of the four were my playable characters, and this year was the same.

Every time they were introduced and greeted, I applauded more enthusiastically than anyone else.

Soon Yeom Jun-yeol, as chair of the meeting, gave his final address.

“It has been an honor to lead the student representative meetings as the student council president of Eunkwang High.”

Yeom Jun-yeol’s heartfelt words moved me deeply.

My feelings of not wanting to see him go and my hopes for the next president, Ahn Da-in, conflicted strongly.

But regardless of my inner conflict, his term was ending, and the strong-minded Yeom Jun-yeol was ready to say goodbye.

“Starting with the next meeting, I hope you will lead Eunkwang High in a better direction with the new student representatives.

This concludes the third-quarter student representative meeting. Thank you.”

When Yeom Jun-yeol finished, I struggled to hold back my swelling emotions.

Looking around the room at those applauding him, Yeom Jun-yeol smiled calmly but with determination.

He had protected all students from the cruel mastermind’s schemes that played out in Jeju and had grown into a worthy student council president, like a Hongryong.

I hadn’t yet come down from the feelings when oblivious seniors interrupted.

“Junior, stop clapping and come take pictures.”

“Yeah, there’s a lot to brag about! It’s a shame there’s no banner, but we prepared something to replace it!”

Wang Chansol had undone all buttons of his uniform shirt to reveal a T-shirt underneath.

The shirt was densely printed vertically with the phrase ‘Unknown Supernova = Neuru Ambassador.’

Since Yeom Jun-yeol had burned all the banners, this looked like a last-minute creation.

Even Yeom Jun-yeol, who was greeting juniors, noticed the shirt late and showed discomfort.

“Junyul, I understand your heart, but don’t burn your clothes. Burn something else.”

“I will. Thanks for the advice.”

Perhaps feeling reluctant to burn clothes, Yeom Jun-yeol lowered his power-infused hand.

Geum Chansol and Wang Chansol took many photos with me in the middle and left satisfied.

Though awkward, I accepted it since thanks to Yeom Jun-yeol, I avoided taking pictures with those ugly banners.

“I asked senior Wang Chan earlier, but they haven’t set the launch date yet. Shouldn’t we rush to the store? I guess I’ll have to skip school on all the expected days.”

“Eun-ha, you’re a fan of Ui-shin hyung. What will you do? Wanna do an open-run together?”

Strange talk circulated among the juniors.

Fortunately, wise Eunho didn’t get caught up in the madness.

“Yeah, I’m fine. No problem whenever the launch date is.”

I heard Eunho seemed to be carving out a route to secure new products at Neuru using TC Group connections rather than Hwangmyeong Group’s power.

Eunho was an outstanding junior who steadily built presence within TC and skillfully used connections.

Starting with advancing the festival date, the moves for the demon world scenario were gradually taking shape.

Seodol had long been inactive before, and the ‘eye’ research hadn’t finished for weeks, but progress was certain.

I spent my time preparing for the festival and going through school life without incident, but lately, I couldn’t sleep.

October 25th came, the anniversary of a family death.