(In class 11-B)

Yoseob sat and sighed for the whole morning. What happened to Kikwang? He got mad with the same answer for both: the reason they choose this hell. Of course, two of them didn't choose this school for studying. They know teachers their are not bad, but who could study with such naughty students. Yoseob started doubting himself. If his information was right, his purpose would be done. Maybe difficult, but if it's success, he will live happily for the rest of his life. Otherwise, he would stuck in a middle of nowhere and struggle with himself. Yoseob has some slight symptoms of manic-depressive. That somehow obstructs his work. Neglecting grade 11 a little, suffering with psychiatry, how hard!

His head was gonna explode. Some classmates threw paperballs into him and woke him up. He lay himself on the table to rest a bit. But those mates never let him free. They seem to be energetic at everytime. And they want him to be like them.

(In class 12-B)

"I hope Yoseob won't be hurt after I shouted at him. Aish, it was all my fault. No wonder he changed his emotion completely. He is just a recruit. He even doesn't know anybody here and have never been bullied. He would never know what is happening in this place. But why did he said that? I wish he hadn't asked me that. Doesn't he have a reason too? Urgh, why is it so complicated! Why does he appear in this high situation? I'm gonna die for this thing!!!" Kikwang scratched his head like c