Frustrated at the fact that the registration line wasn't moving, Jihoon stomped his right foot on the ground. Moving left and right, trying to catch a glimpse of the elder sitting at a desk in the courtyard with a quill in his hand. Jihoon stomped his right foot compliantly again while looking up at the head of hair in front of him.
The man standing in front of Jihoon turned his head to the side and caught a glimpse of the frustrated lad behind him. Turning to face the front again he asked, "What is it?"
Jihoon wasn't sure if the figure in front of him was speaking to him so he remained silent. Hearing no response from behind him he turned around and faced Jihoon.
Jihoon who was minding his business and biting his thumbnail saw the man before him, whose chest with folded arms against it was facing him. His heart started to slowly beat fast. Raising his head slowly their eyes met!!
His face flushed red! He quickly swung his arms behind his back and nervously looked down at his boots, still biting his bottom lip. The man in front of him saw the puny lad nervously look away and became curious. He himself was a big burly man against Jihoon who was just the right size to fit in his arms. The man, handsome and tall, smiling gently he asked, "What is it?"
Jihoon again did not answer him...
The man put his hand on Jihoon's shoulder. This caught his attention, looking up Jihoon's eyes widened seeing his smile, "Oh" sounded from his mouth not realizing it.
The man wanted to roll his eyes at Jihoon's answer but kept himself back, continued to smile and said, "This fellow, you have been sighing continuously, stomping your feet and jumping around."
"..."
Man, "..."
Jihoon, "Hyung-nim, is there something you need from me?"
Man, "..."
Smiling embarrassedly, Jihoon stood up on his tippy toes and saw that he was still very short compared to the man in front of him.
There were five lines in front of the Heavenly Soul Cultivation School accepting students today. Jihoon was lined up in the third row with over five hundred martial artists, spellcasters and who knows what else, before him and this long process was frustrating alone, not to mention that he hated standing in the sun in fact, he hated standing or doing anything - he wished that he could just laze around all day long but Lanhua wanted nothing of this.
Jihoon's up and down movements started irritating the cultivators around him but none of them spoke out in order to stop him from wasting his energy since he seemed weak to all of them. The man who turned to face him was slightly irritated too but after looking at Jihoon's face his irritation lessened.
When the man turned to face him the others surrounding them became interested because they might enjoy a splendid show.
Furrowing his brows upon seeing that he was yet again ignored and coughed, "Fellow, what seems to be bothering you?"
Jihoon's mind had long drifted off imagining how relaxing it would have been if he were home now but suddenly his daydreaming was interrupted by the man's cough and question; he irritatedly answered, "Listen here you, it's enough that I was forced here by Lanhua and now I have to stand here in the sun behind four hundred and eight cultivators just to put my name on a sheet of paper not knowing whether or not this place will accept me. Now I have you disrupting my lazy daydreaming too, how much of this do you think I can take, mn?"
The man's brows unfurrowed as Jihoon continuously complained.
Another man behind him mumbled to himself, "Who's Lanhua?"
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Tears Of Blood
Historical FictionSynopsis Yoo Seungho, born the second young master of the prominent Yoo Clan, spoilt and loved from birth was sentenced to death by the very man who made him, the man he called father, for rejecting a marriage proposal between him and the ninth youn...
