I Became the Academy’s Disabled Student

The number of photos Ihayul had brought was quite a lot.

“This one... This was the day we were handing out bread at the local bakery.”

Ihayul smiled slightly as he pointed to the hologram with his finger.

The children in the photo are smiling while receiving the wrapped bread. Among them was a young Ihayul. Though pretending otherwise, his lips were curling up, captured in the picture.

“Hm-hm, we all loved it when we were little.”

Ihayul, slightly embarrassed, blushed faintly and moved his finger.@@novelbin@@

“Here, Huyul is next to me.”

I was in the picture as well.

Among all the smiling faces, mine stood out starkly with a neutral expression, almost isolated from the others.

I was holding her hand with my left hand while standing next to Ihayul.

However, my right arm was hanging down with bandages wrapped all the way up to my forearm.

‘A burn scar.’

For some reason, this scar had also appeared on me in this world.

“It’s all healed now, but back then it was pretty serious, so I had to cover it up with bandages.”

Ihayul, who seemed to sense what I was focusing on, gave a wry smile.

“The medicine that could be easily obtained didn’t work, and if I had to keep up with professional treatments, the orphanage's finances were pretty tight... The director said so.”

[I see…]

It’s rare for an orphanage to have a good financial situation.

Unless it’s a special orphanage receiving full support, the average orphanage struggles financially.

An orphanage with parentless children is the norm. No matter how disabled I was, it would have been hard for me to receive special treatment.

‘That wasn’t the only problem.’

A weak body, to begin with.

I couldn’t see properly, nor could I speak. Furthermore, at that time, I was nothing more than an empty shell, in a machine-like state.

I was literally a walking hospital.