chapter eight: hemophobia. chapter eight: hemophobia. [ there was blood everywhere ]   Hemophobia - fear of seeing blood   “I don’t get why dad chose this school. I mean, why, of all the schools in Seoul or even in the world, did my father choose this one?! Can someone at least give me one good reason? He’s rich and influential and all, so why choose this? He must’ve at least taken ten thousand barrels of to have decided such,” Krystal complained endlessly.   “And we don’t know, Krystal Jung, why we chose to study in this school as well just because you are enrolled here,” Kris shrugged.   “Well at least we are all in the same class. Adjusting feels like crap. And I don’t want to do it alone. At least they’re merciful enough to put all of us together in each and every class we have. But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t understand a thing of what everyone is saying.”   “Iced coffee, anyone?” Kai barged in; holding enough cans for everybody.   “And at least Mr. Tutor’s trying his best to be useful,” Krystal rolled her eyes as she helped herself with a can.   “Hey, I am useful, Soojung.”   Just then, Luhan came in running, panting even, and when he reached the table, he immediately collapsed on the nearest chair.   “Hey, are you okay?” Amber asked worriedly.      Krystal’s eyes were almost filled with loathe, eyes narrowed and brows knitted together. “God, you look so pale and you’re sweating like a dog. My goodness, I swear, Luhan, did you just e?”   “Sheez