The Villain Professor of Heroes

97 – Professor, didn’t you know? (2)

Winter vacation.

Freshmen will be able to take a full month off from winter vacation.

However, professors do not have the same rest, and during the year-end and New Year holidays, they are given a short vacation of about a week after handling all the administrative work piled up like a mountain.

In particular, since a new education system was applied this semester, there will be more work to analyze the performance and derive future directions.

As expected, it will probably be busier than during the semester.

In addition, during this vacation, I will visit the home of the guidance students again.

As the existing guidance students were converted to a team system, they all changed, so they told me to go anew.

I only need to go to Song Do-yoon’s house, but the other professors are completely dead.

“Haa, I missed this vacation too.”

Professor Jin sighed and organized the paperwork.

“Does the alternative academy really hate seeing our professors take a break?”

“That’s right. It probably has something to do with the organized activities of the villains.”

“If that’s the case, wouldn’t it be better to send all the professors out and catch them all?”

That’s not wrong, but it’s just a short-term solution.

In the midst of administrative work, heroes often came from the management office and gave briefings on the current situation at the site.

It was intended to be alert and guide the children carefully.

The situation at the site seemed serious in its own way.

Villains were becoming increasingly organized.

If at first it was just a few major villains playing weak villains like sidekicks, now it is said that there are quite a few low-level villains working in unity with at least three.

In response to that, the management bureau is constantly working hard to put the active heroes into teams, but the heroes will never respond.

I wonder if Secreto’s workload has increased significantly.

Anyway, so the management bureau is suspicious that there must be some kind of behind the scenes, but they haven’t been able to get any information so far.

Administration Hero described it as ‘the administration of villains’.

It’s the administration of the villains… .

Just hearing the name gives me headaches.

When I go to Yoo Hee-won’s house during vacation, I’ll have to ask the advisory chairman about that.

That person must know something.

* * * * *

In this way, the long administrative work was completed, and the faculty department began a week-long vacation in earnest.

I cleaned the dorm, packed my things, and drove out of the academy.

I was about to go to Yoo Hee-won’s house after stopping by Song Do-yoon’s house and visiting her.

While driving on the highway, I witnessed the flying heroes dragging their auras out of the window several times.

Judging from the way it flew, it seemed that it was patrolling while doing emergency standby in the air.

Then, when an incident occurs within the area of responsibility, the method of moving there immediately.

There have always been heroes outsourced by the Administration Bureau to monitor certain areas, so it wasn’t strange, but the frequency seems to have increased more than before.

It must be because of the organization of the villains.

The administration must have a headache too.

After driving for about two hours, we entered the city where Doyoon Song lives.

The navigation guided me through a maze-like, narrow, steep alleyway.

Where the hell is this going… .

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Maybe I got the wrong address. That’s not it.

After I went up to where the car could go up, I parked in a suitable place and went up on foot.

The place where Song Do-yoon lives is an old, old neighborhood nestled in the middle of a mountain in the old town.

Electrical cords tangled like spider webs between telephone poles and leaflets from decadent establishments piled up on the floor.

A rotten smell came up from the manhole, and under the wall, trash piled up like a mountain in ordinary plastic bags.

And even stray cats who tear it up and make a mess.

how long did it take

“The world hates me!!”

When I heard the sudden shouting, I looked up and saw a man screaming from the veranda of an old row house.

He was wearing nothing and had a shaggy beard.

“That crazy bastard got sick again.”

A stooped old man passing by clicked his tongue as if it were a regular occurrence, then looked at me and asked.

“Who are you? It’s the first time I’ve seen this face.”

“Ah, yes. I’m a professor at Grafford Academy. I’m here for a home visit. My advisor lives in this neighborhood.”

“Eh? A professor? A precious person has come to such a shabby place. I think he’s talking about Song Do-yoon. He lives here.”

The old man pointed to a five-story townhouse where a mad man was screaming.

Feeling ominous for a moment, the old man giggled and said,

“Don’t worry. That madman is from another house.”

Looking at the phone’s navigation system, I’m sure this row house is right.

I greeted the old man and entered the townhouse complex.

The townhouse was a very old place that looked to be more than thirty years old.

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Most of the paint on the outer wall was peeled off, and in severe places, there was even a crack at the bottom.

On the verandas with rusty anti-theft windows, you could see a mountain of junk piled up, starting with a saucepan, frayed blankets, small flower pots, and rubber basins.

I visited Song Do-yoon’s house while passing through a flower bed that was overgrown with weeds and garbage that had dried up because it was winter.

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At the entrance of the line, which was high enough to enter with a slight bow, there was an abandoned bicycle and a dusty electric wheelchair.

Before going up the stairs, I checked the mailbox.

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Most of the mailboxes were densely packed with all sorts of bills and leaflets, as if they hadn’t been checked for a long time.

Among them, I frowned slightly when I saw the mailbox in room 201, Song Do-yoon’s house.

Written in vivid red letters was a ‘reminder letter’.

Are management fees overdue? If not, what about credit card debt?

I was curious, but I didn’t think it was right to check the mail without the owner’s permission.

I climbed the narrow stairs and stood in front of Room 201, carefully examining the front door.

The sticky stickers and the marks left after peeling them off.

The plastic doorbell is faded and yellowed, and there is no lock on the door, and it is keyed.

When I pressed the doorbell, no sound was heard.

After pressing it several times, it was clear that it was broken, so I knocked on the door this time.

“Student Doyoon. I’m here. I’m Professor Hyeon.”

“The door is open!”

It wasn’t Song Doyoon’s voice.

Who is it? Judging by her voice, she seems to be an older woman. is it your mother?

When I opened the door and went inside, the first thing that greeted me was a bright jade color.

A jade-colored shoe rack, a jade-colored skirting board, and a jade-colored bathroom door.

This is a color I haven’t seen in a really long time.

The house was so small that everyone could see it without having to turn their heads.

A narrow living room and an even more cramped and dark kitchen.

On the tiled veranda, there were piles of items I didn’t know where to put them, making the house even darker.

In addition to that, there is a strange musty smell.

But no one answered me earlier.

“Wait.”

Just then, a voice came from the room next to the bathroom on the other side of the entrance.

“Although Doyoon said the teacher was coming. I forgot to go out ahead of time and wait. Wait a minute.”

“No. Don’t come out. I’ll go in.”

I took off my shoes and entered the house.

If the owner of the voice now is Song Do-yoon’s mother, she will probably have to wait a long time.

Upon entering what was believed to be the master bedroom, Song Do-yoon’s mother struggled to get into a wheelchair built next to the bed.

Song Do-yoon’s mother is a paraplegic.

Song Do-yoon’s advisor, Professor Yoo Hyun-joo, had already taken over this.

“Just stay in bed. You don’t have to come down.”

“I’m sorry. My body is like this…”

“It’s really okay. You’re Do-yoon’s mother, right? I’m Professor Do-yoon’s homeroom professor, Professor Gyo-hyeon. Nice to meet you.”

“I’ve heard a lot about Doyun. He’s really handsome, just like I heard.”

“Student Doyoon said that.”

“Yes. How many times do you praise the professor? By the way, Do-yoon hasn’t come in yet, what should I do?”

“Where have you been?”

“I went to my part-time job and haven’t come back yet. I think you’ll have to wait a bit.”

“A part-time job? What kind of part-time job are you doing?”

“I work at a restaurant on the main road, and I don’t know much about it. You didn’t tell me in detail.”

“Ah, yes…”

This is the first time I’ve heard of it.

“Mom. I’m here.”

Then the door opened and someone entered the house.

When I turned around, a girl who looked very similar to Song Do-yoon was standing in front of the door, staring at me.

He is probably Song Do-yoon’s younger brother in middle school.

“Uh… Who, who are you…?”

Song Do-yoon’s younger brother blushed and stuttered, then slowly backed away.

“This is student Do-yoon’s homeroom professor. You must be Do-yoon’s younger brother.”

“Yes… Uh, but… Why is this here…”

“I have a home visit. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. We’ll talk for a while and then we’ll be back.”

“Yeah… but… will you stay in the room…”

I don’t know what you’re talking about, so when I looked back at Song Do-yoon’s mother, she smiled and said, “I’m sorry.”

“Because there’s only one room here. To change clothes…”

“aaah, yes yes. I see. I will go out to the living room.”

When I left the living room, Song Do-yoon’s sister walked past me and entered the room and shut the door.

“Mom, Mom! Is that the person who is my sister’s professor? Wow, I thought I was some kind of celebrity at first.”

Through the crack in the old wooden door, I could hear my little brother talking.

I listened to my brother’s chatter and looked around the living room.

In the living room, where there was no sofa and no TV, only electric blankets and blankets were spread out neatly.

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Maybe Song Do-yoon, who came home during vacation, is sleeping in the living room.

As I was walking around like that, the door opened and Song Do-yoon entered.