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The next day after class, everyone in 3A's class are currently waiting for their homeroom adviser whilst their class president standing in front while keeping an eye on all of them. There are chatters, but mostly their conversations are hushed. It's pleasantly quiet. Some of them have their heads on their desks, napping. Some have their earphones plugged in their ears. Some of them do both. Kyungsoo, well she's reading a book she picked up in the library.

Seeing the title, Sweeter than Revenge by Jane, perked up her interests. (Yes, I'm a bookworm. Kyungsoo says internally.) She is so engrossed in the book that she didn't notice that everyone's attention is all on her.

"Mr. Do?" She looks up from her book only to be staring back to the eyes of her homeroom teacher, Mr. Park Jungsoo.

She shrieks and leans back (throwing her book unconciously "Ow!" her classmate screamed in pain, holding her book in hand), almost falling backwards but managed to balance herself by holding her desk and clutching the hem of her teacher's sleeve, her teacher holding her forearm. "Are you alright Mr. Do?" Worry painting over his tone as he looks at Kyungsoo, panic can be seen in his angelic features.

"I'm alright Sir Park. I'm sorry for not listening." She stands up and bows. Then she hurriedly went to her classmate where her book landed straight on his head, Im Jae-bum or JB, muttering an apology before getting her book from him and swiftly goes back to her seat. Mr. Park still rooted on his spot because, how did Kyungsoo know where her book landed? Must be girl intuitions.

He shrugs and walks back to the front of the room. "So anyway, the school fair will be held after this weekend, for the whole week. Our sister schools, Gwangsun High and Mason Girls Academy, will be visiting us. We have to prepare for everything." He looks around the room and nods. "I must say, you guys did a very good job in our classroom."

"Kyungsoo was the one who designed everything. We just followed his orders." One guy with a prominent jaw and high cheekbones spoke, Jung Daehyun. Mr. Park looks at Kyungsoo and smiles.

"Thank you Mr. Do, for creating such elegance in this room. Butler Cafe was it?" Kyungsoo smiles shyly and nods.

"Yes Mr. Park."

"Hmm.. A top notcher indeed. No wonder your Director Jung admires you so much." He looks around once more and widens his eyes. "Are these crepe papers? Very creative I see." He hums and smiles widely. "I can't wait for the actual fair."

The discussion went on for the past 30 minutes talking about the foods, drinks, and clothes. They also assigned the people who will be the marketing team, the serving team, and the cooking team.

"I'll let the class president and class vice president to take over about the fund raising event that will be happening at the very end of the fair week. It's the main event." He walks to his table at the back of the class as Youngjae and Jaehwan (Jaehwan is VIXX's Ken).

Everybody straightened from their seats. It seems that the fund raising event made everyone interested. Jaehwan was holding a small notebook and pen. "So guys, about this fundraising event. I have to explain it for our dear Kyungsoo-ssi." As Youngjae speak, everyone cackled. The loudest one was none other than Jongin himself. Kyungsoo glares at him then averted her attention back to Youngjae.

"As I was saying, this fund raising event is for the whole student body. One class must pick one representative. And--"

"Huh? Can you repeat it? Sorry. I didn't catch it." Kyungsoo sheepishly says as she places her book inside her bag and straighten her posture.

Youngjae sighs and rubs his temples. "The fund raising event is for all student in every class. Each class MUST pick one representative. It's like a contest." Kyungsoo nods and Youngjae continues speaking.

"The prize is a date to every contestant with the highest bid. And of course, the student with the highest bidding prize will win the vouchers for the said 'date'."

"So it's like an auction?" Youngjae nods.

"Okay. And another information Kyungsoo-ssi, that representative will have to crossdress and present personal talents."

"Oh okay— did you just say cr