I Became the Academy’s Disabled Student

The afternoon class continued.

Fueled by jealousy, Ihayul pouted, but once the break ended, he grudgingly let go and fell to the ground.

"Heh… heh… Those tentacles are ridiculously OP…"

Thanks to that, Daera, who had been stuck on the sky's wings, was finally able to touch the ground.

Daera, lying flat on the floor, took shallow breaths.

She had tried to break through by circling around, but there was no opening to exploit.

The wings, endlessly extending and splitting, refused to form any kind of gap.

The one spot she thought might be an opening turned out to be a trap. Eventually, she found herself caught in the wings, like tentacles, swaying back and forth…

"...Hmm. It seems you've had enough rest. Time to get up."

"I'm already exhausted..."

"Stop whining."

It was fortunate for Artla.

Had Ihayul not fallen, the training would have stopped, and Artla would have had to focus on soothing Ihayul instead.

"......"

But Ihayul's whining hadn't completely ceased. Artla rolled his eyes at the pointed gaze that was glued to him.

When he subtly turned his gaze that way, he saw Ihayul’s cheeks puffing up again.

[Petulance] [Petulance] [Jealousy?]@@novelbin@@

The more attention he received, the more his pout puffed up. Conversely, when Ihayul received attention, his inflated cheeks shrank.

• Kiss

"Hehe."

• Kiss

• Grrrr...

• Hello, Professor Riana. This is Lee Hasol. I have some questions regarding the spirit lecture you’ve been offering.

• No, it’s not urgent.