Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Tournament Bracket
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Grade skipping at the Academy was a fairly common occurrence.
To give exceptional students the opportunity to learn more, faster.
The Academy had a very well-established grade-skipping system.
The student seemed capable enough for grade skipping, but there were major issues with it.
No matter how smart they are, kids are kids.
There's an emotional gap, not to mention physical conditions and other differences.
And among kids, those differences were plenty to lead to rejection.
Ghost-like professors appearing out of nowhere.
As the discussion wrapped up, the lurking professors popped in one by one. They dropped a single word of agreement and vanished again.
Even professors didn't want to work on this golden weekend.
And so, the grade skip issue—considering the student's social skills, Academy issues, the previous incident, professors' laziness, and more—was handed off to administration.
Professor Wi's final message stayed unread.
The Academy runs even on weekends.
Professors come in for personal research sometimes.
But mainly, administration has a ton to handle.
Some schools let admin off on weekends, but not the Academy.
"What the hell is this?"
The department head frowned at Professor Wi's message.
"Telling us to handle the grade skip review ourselves?"
Isn't this supposed to be the professors' job?
Listening in, it seemed reasonable enough.
Recent incidents, the student's mental age, admin processing—so handle it here.
But the department head saw through the convenient timing.
Recent controversies, and this kid's space affinity on top.
Few professors handle space magic, so none seemed eager to teach the transfer.
"What do we do, Chief? If you're doing the skip, tell us early for paperwork."
"We're swamped already. Just place by age."
"Pardon?"
"Tell him to take the skip exam later if needed. Academy grads are under fire lately—don't need more explosions. Let's keep this quiet."
And so.
The grade skip review.
Due to social climate, Academy structure, and complex issues, it was denied.
The department head slammed the stamp and moved to other papers.
"Hey, get the kid's record."
"Yes, sir."
And the department head was surprised unexpectedly.
"What? This record is spotless. No dirt, completely blank? Who did this?"
Some principal's efforts had paid off.
Crunch.
He was munching potato chips, focused on the stream.
Quietly watching the stream, but tails get caught eventually.
A viewer spotted him.
The power of the internet mob.
And they found an even funnier place to use it.
"Yura's stream? Oh... no, he's watching my stream?!"
Yura freaked out at "Third Life" and shot back.
"Wait, seriously? Is this real?"
Yura checked the chat forensics and confirmed it.
"Wow, it really is. Got nothing to say to me? Viewer?"
Her mouse zipped straight to ban.
A refreshing smile crept onto Yura's lips.
"Before that, let's hear your final defense. Speak."
Third Life appeared.
Yura tapped her mental calculator.
This was MiTube gold.
Title something like, Threatening malicious viewer? Nah, better idea. Consult editor later.
Ride this momentum for an interview too.
First, milk the content.
All past failures achievable now—Yura gleefully continued.
"Viewer, let's casually..."
But Yura's words never finished.
"Yes?"
As viewers said, he had plenty of alt accounts, unsure when banned next.
So no real hit if banned.
Just switch.
"Ugh..."
Yura felt her stomach twist.
Threatened ban, but couldn't actually do it.
Need him for finals.
This tourney's hook was that viewer.
With firepower like before, Third Life drew all eyes and aggro—better keep him.
No needless ban drama; more gain alive.
Instead, Yura asked her question.
"Sigh... Fine. But tell me this before you go. You are prepping for the tourney, right?"
Mental prep?
Yura barely held back screaming, "My mental prep?!"
Sigh.
Fine.
Prepping for tourney?
Then start the tourney.
Yura checked the time.
Long stream for finals buildup.
Hean unni logged in separately, chatting with viewers there too.
"Perfect, participant showed, so let's draw the finals tournament bracket."
Time for the bracket.
"Random again this time."
Naturally, Yura shifted vibe from "Yura roasted by Third Life" to tourney.
Finals onward, organizer Hean and Yura join.
Yura spun the roulette, praying not too unlucky.
Whirr!
Spinning roulette.
Names popped up.
First match: ...
Yura.
Opponent:
"Huh...?"
Yura let out a shrill squeak.
Wait, is this right?