Chapter: 27
“Oh! My!”
Jongmeng was shocked that he fell to the ground on his butt. He turned to the man who had walked in. It was a middle-aged man with a red nose and a bottle of liquor.
“Right Guardian?”
“Huh? Why are you here?”
“And why are YOU here? I thought you should be at the ceremony?”
“Hah, so are you the doctor of the academy this time?”
Submeng didn’t respond to Jongmeng and just kept asking his own questions. Jongmeng sighed as he knew Submeng was this kind of man.
“A little one came to the big league then, eh?”
“Ugh. So, why are you here? I hope it isn’t YOU who got hurt?”
“...Oh, is that sarcasm?”
“Hahaha, of course not.”
Submeng then looked away from Jongmeng and turned to the bed. He then smiled with interest.
“Oh? Look at this brat. Interesting kid.”
“W-what? What’s going on?”
Submeng then walked up to Chun Yeowun who was on the bed. Yeowun became frustrated.
‘W-what? Why is he here all of a sudden?’
He felt panicked that the Right Guardian himself had come up to the office, thinking that he might have noticed that he was acting all along.
‘...Dammit.’
The terrible stench of alcohol and breath bothered him.
“Why are you pretending to be asleep?”
Yeowun felt his heart sink and flinched. Then, an unknown force pulled him up from the bed. He couldn’t move as he hadn’t been healed yet, but the internal energy sent by Submeng pinned him straight up.
“If you keep pretending, I’ll smack you.”
Yeowun had to wake up. He then saw the drunk man who had been on the stage. Yeowun frowned and retorted, “How did you know?”
Submeng laughed, flashing his yellowed teeth.
“Hahahaha! Aren’t you an interesting one?”
Submeng laughed for quite a bit and continued, “Any experienced warrior can see through you if you are awake or not just by listening to your breath, kid.”
‘By the sound of my breathing?’
Yeowun became shocked, and Nano spoke to him.
[The average breathing count for a fifteen to twenty-year-old human male is about sixteen per minute. Your breathing just now was about eight times in one minute, showing your effort to hide your nervous state.]
‘...I don’t need an explanation.’