I Became the Academy’s Disabled Student

In Shiyoram, Atra’s position is somewhat ambiguous.

He holds a professor’s title, but there are no courses he has properly set up. He doesn’t have a dedicated class, and there’s no particular field of research he’s engaged in.

It was only natural. Atra had entered as a special admission professor in charge of the students.

So, he’s a professor for now. He was assigned an office and occasionally runs into staff members.

They aren’t close. When they cross paths, it’s just a professional greeting.

It was the result of Atra’s naturally heavy atmosphere and antisocial tendencies.

• Professor Atra, anything good happened?

At some point, they all started saying the same thing.

It was something he had heard after he had formed a bond with Ihayul and the priest.

“Professor, did something good happen? You’re looking bright.”

He heard it again this time.

After the semester break, Atra returned to his office after a long time. The words from one staff member came in quick succession, and Atra touched the corners of his mouth.

Touching the corners of his lips, Atra checked his reflection in the mirror.

Indeed, his lips were curling upwards. Not stiff but soft and relaxed…

“Good things... have happened, indeed…”

“Ah! I knew it! See, I told you, right? You don’t get a face that bright from just cosmetic treatments, you know?”

“My ideal beauty salon...!”

It wasn’t just that. Atra’s expression was clearly different from before.

Comparing it to the beginning of last year, it was almost like a complete transformation.

Back then, Atra’s expression was so terrifying that a slip of the tongue could get your head punched off, but now, it felt like a light tap on the head would be the worst it could do.

That’s why the staff were approaching him in a strangely friendly manner.

‘Good things...’@@novelbin@@

• Thwack!

• The regeneration of the right arm is considered impossible.

• Swoosh!

• Push...