Ex Rank Supporting Role’s Replay in a Prestigious School

Does Gye Myeong-rim really have the kind of disposition that would get excited about Eun Gwang High’s charity event?

I thought there was no way a Jin clan who had lived for hundreds of years would be like that, but when I recalled Okto-yeon, who even after living thousands of years still gets thrilled and excited every time she goes to a baseball stadium, I figured that wasn’t the case.

I first looked around at the tigers to check, and they all wore expressions of disbelief.

Hwang Ji-ho openly frowned, and the White Tiger even snorted.

‘Still, it’s not a bad omen.’

I recommended a few booths to Sawol Se-eum and said,

“Have fun and go. Make sure to introduce our school well to everyone watching through the screen.”

“Yes! Since it’s your request, Uishin, I’ll do my best!”

Sawol Se-eum replied with an eager voice.

I’m not sure about the other booths, but the Butler Café, staffed by perfect butlers, was sure to satisfy those watching through the screen.

Feeling proud, I returned to the tea house and served the guests who swarmed in like clouds, one by one.

Among the ordinary visitors, I thought I recognized many faces from the last festival, but I was simply grateful they came again.

“If this keeps up, we’re going to run out of Supernova Chocolate. It’s selling faster and in greater quantities than we prepared.”

“I agree with Rena. We should make a sign announcing it’s sold out.”

Although Kwon Rena and Mok U-ram weren’t speaking loudly, word spread like a ghost among the guests who overheard them, and people flocked even more to the booth selling only Supernova Chocolate.

“We’ll need to place an extra order. I’ll contact MITRON.”

“Hmm, wouldn’t they be busier than here? They must be in the middle of making Christmas cakes.”

“That may be true, but they probably expected us to be busy too. They would have made the cakes in advance and hired enough staff, so the pâtissier might actually be resting. I’ll ask anyway.”

Despite Kim Yu-ri’s reasonable concern, Hwang Ji-ho shamelessly made the call. To our surprise, they replied right away, saying they’d send someone to pick up the boxes. However, the special ribbons added for Christmas or the packaging printed with my signature would have to be done on our end.

“We have plenty of fast workers in our class, so if we just print the wrapping paper, they’ll finish quickly.”

“But they already have their assigned tasks...”

“Don’t worry. Eun Gwang High always has excellent talent.”

Whether Hwang Ji-ho had mobilized the aristocrats or what, the little ruckus was handled quickly. Several boxes of neatly packaged chocolates arrived, and most of the carriers were aristocrats. I suppose he put the aristocrats we had on standby around campus to work on the packaging just in case.

Hwang Ji-ho took it for granted to command his subordinates, but I felt a little sorry thinking of the aristocrats who toiled to package cookies bearing my pseudonym on Christmas Eve.

“Thank you all for your help.”

“It’s nothing. It’s what we’re supposed to do.”

“We’re finally able to work for you directly.”

I usually dealt with the same aristocrats: the color-symbol tigers, disciples of Cheongho, Jukho, and sometimes Hwang Ji-ho’s secretary. I rarely had the opportunity to speak directly with other aristocrats. Maybe because of that, or because Hwang Ji-ho was in front of them, or because I carried the title of their benefactor, the disguised aristocrats didn’t show any reluctance and helped organize the boxes before leaving. Had a subordinate lingered and made unnecessary noise, Hwang Ji-ho or the White Tiger would have told them to move on, but they simply watched. I wondered if something was wrong with them, but when the subordinates left, they silently nodded once, so they must have recognized them.

‘I hope everyone realizes how much the aristocrats respect and admire their benefactor. In the dragons’ domain, those dragons flattered us in every way.’

“They didn’t really, though.”

“Oh please. Even in my presence they were blatant. They enjoyed entertaining us, brought us food, and treated us so well, just like they did when they were with Yeom Jun-yeol. My mansion only allows certain people inside, so such a spectacle is hard to arrange.”

I had no idea what he was driving at. In any case, since we had extra stock, we sold more Supernova Chocolate. I greeted those in line before me, handed them their treats, and watched the chocolates closely. Even though they must have been freshly made, they had a uniform shape as if stamped out by a factory. It was hard to believe they were delicate handmade chocolates, whose shape could easily deform depending on cooling speed or timing of mold removal.

‘Since they were made with psychic abilities, in a sense they might be more precise than factory-made ones.’

Ryu Jang did use his ability, but it was still handmade. By the time the line in front of me had barely shortened, the tea house concept changed again and it was break time. During that interval, I received several messages on my device, mostly urging me to hurry to booths I hadn’t visited yet. One stood out in particular.

‘They must have realized I skim over the seniors’ group chat messages.’

Geum Chan-sol and Wang Chan-sol, worried I might ignore them, flooded the chat with flashy fonts, glitter effects, emojis, and more. The barrage of eye-searing notifications announcing new messages went on and on. I decided to check them, fearing they might storm over and cause a ruckus if I didn’t.

[Wang Chan-sol] へ[ ᴼ ▃ ᴼ ]_/¯ Hurry to Mr. Jegal’s photo time, junior!◝₍●◔∀◐●)ﾉ

[Geum Chan-sol] .･:♡◢▅◣ * ⊹ • ◥▅◤ • ⊹ * ˚.◢▅◣ * ⊹ • ◥▅◤♡✧ ‧₊˚

[Wang Chan-sol] =͟͟͞͞(」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣I’ll give you 5 minutes!━

The seniors of Class 3-0 were treating this as their last festival, using the charity event’s nature to dress Mr. Jegal in whatever they wanted. They even announced they’d have a photo time specifically when he wore the mascot costume. I had to go. Just when I was about to get annoyed by the eye-stabbing messages, I suddenly felt their considerate intentions. Approaching graduation seemed to have awakened their sense of responsibility as seniors, and maybe they wanted to do something nice.

“From your expression, it looks like Jo Uishin is....”

“Planning to attend the head of faculty’s photo time.”

“They’d be upset if we didn’t let him. Go ahead.”

The tigers jabbered among themselves, but it was time to move. I increased my walking pace and headed toward the area where the third years ran their booths. Maybe they were waiting for me, because Geum Chan-sol and Wang Chan-sol immediately waved at me.

“Oh, you’re finally here! Hurry!”

“Yeah, we need to take the photos and move before that stingy guy shows up!”

The seniors seemed to have custom uniforms made for today. I heard they ordered several sets, and now wore outfits themed as storks in Santa suits. All the tops had hoods that, when pulled up, looked like a stork’s beak. But only Jegal Jae-geol didn’t wear the uniform.

“......”

At the center of Class 3-0, Jegal Jae-geol wore a stork mascot costume over his Santa outfit. Fortunately, the mascot head concealed his face and protected his privacy. Or rather, maybe it’s fortunate he didn’t have to wear the costume in the first place.

“Since you’re going to be very busy this winter, we have to play with you now!”

“Right, junior vice-president. We need to take photos and move on quickly.”

The seniors only gave a “cease fire” order after less than a minute of our meeting, but I was grateful they at least let me take pictures. I snapped a few photos with the reluctantly greeting Jegal Jae-geol, then stepped aside as they wished. I sent the photo of me with the coolest stork to Hong Gyu-bin to show off and give a hint. After that, I browsed the seniors’ booths.

‘Yeom Jun-yeol really expanded the scale this time to honor the charity event’s purpose.’

With greater profits, donations naturally increase. And fans are even happier. Yeom Jun-yeol used the areas opened by Eun Gwang High to hold a large-scale Red Dragon Show. In fact, it would be more accurate to call it an on-campus tour with the Red Dragon, because even if you didn’t move with the dragon live, you could still enjoy attractions, exhibitions, and unmanned souvenir shops installed at key points, so you could experience the show indirectly even if you missed ticketing. From a distance, I saw Sawol Se-eum speaking earnestly through a hologram, and it was clear she had been interacting with Yeom Jun-yeol since first year. Although prepared on an unparalleled scale, Yeom Jun-yeol personally organized this event to spare his classmates extra effort, so participation was voluntary for those in his class.

‘Some seniors have already started internships on pro player teams or gone abroad. The festival isn’t mandatory, and charity events even less so. Still, participation rose after last year’s Christmas Eve incident.’

Many third years opted not to run booths themselves but served as members of the student council, handling operations, management, and order. Also, some like Gwak Kyung-gu and Heo Chae-ah joined as guests rather than booth operators. Heo Chae-ah, former president of the general clubs committee, aims to visit every club and small group booth. Gwak Kyung-gu, having grown closer to her, accompanied her around. He would likely handle eating at food booths on her behalf, as she tends to have a small appetite.

‘This charity event will probably pass without issue.’

On my way back to the tea house, I compared the state of Plumago and the current situation, briefly lost in thought. Joo Su-hyeok and Andain, who had struggled to guard the memorial space, now moved flawlessly as perfect butlers under everyone’s expectations. So even if busy, they must still do their duties. Just as I was about to return to work in the tea house, guests who recognized me suddenly cheered. Confused, I looked around and saw my classmates wearing happy expressions.

“What happened?”

Hwang Ji-ho, as if waiting for my question, said,

“Jo Uishin, while you were moving, Yoo Sang-hoon picked a date and announced it. You said you’d tell him your available times, right? The other three adjusted their schedules too. They’ll hold the screening then.”

Ah—so I had sent my available times and asked him to choose a schedule, and Yoo Sang-hoon moved that fast and made it public. Checking my device, I saw a message.

[Yoo Sang-hoon] Streaming on PlayerZ tonight

[Yoo Sang-hoon] (link)

Isn’t everyone busy spending Christmas Eve with family? I thought tonight would be difficult, but apparently people are freer than expected. Clicking the link, I saw viewers excitedly commenting they'd received Christmas gifts. Judging by their tone, quite a few seemed to be my fans rather than just general viewers.

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