A dwarf in past life, but an artistic genius in this life

22

The next morning.

Jeong-hwan passed through the gates of Korea Arts High School.

However, in the central square that had been empty until yesterday, dozens of club booths were now set up.

It's still early March.

Even though a chilly wind was blowing, the second-year students were putting up promotional materials on the booth, blowing breath on their frozen red hands.

They turned around like beasts that had found prey when they saw the first-year students who had just arrived at school.

“I’m a first year student!”

“Guys! Now is the time!”

The club members rushed to the freshmen in an instant.

“Don’t you want to completely immerse yourself in the charm of printmaking? Then you too are a member of the printmaking club!”

“Our club has won awards in international print competitions for five consecutive years!”

“If you hurt your hand while carving, you won’t be able to draw, let alone study. How about joining a cartoon club? We’ve won gold medals in the BIAF Student Cartoon and Animation Competition for three consecutive years!”

Each club member competed with each other to promote their club by boasting about their achievements.

The freshmen also stopped in front of the club booths that caught their interest and looked around.

However, Seomi-dong and Yeongi-dong did not have promotional booths.

'Indeed, they said it was a club that didn't need any promotion.'

Jeong-hwan looked around the booths carefully.

However, far away from the central square, there was a very shabby booth set up.

'There's a booth in a place like that?'

A booth installed in a remote place.

I became curious.

Jeong-hwan approached it and read the club name written on the booth.

“Fashion design club Your Dream?”

Something was strange.

If it was a fashion design club, it would definitely be quite popular.

Then, it would be reasonable to set up a booth in the central square, but why is it in a corner like this?

I could hear the lamentations of the members coming out from inside the booth.

“I came in first place, but I lost my spot to another club. What is this?”

“Well, it’s a new club, right? It’s only natural, since we haven’t achieved anything in a year.”

Jeong-hwan took a closer look at the club booth.

There were clothes hanging on old mannequins that looked like they were made by the club members themselves, but unlike other clubs, there were no promotional materials or slogans boasting about their achievements.

That is to say, there was nothing to show for it.

'A new club with no achievements. It's bound to get pushed out by other clubs.'

At that time, some freshmen passed by.

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“Fashion design club?”