Seokyong went through the files which one of his men had given to him. The whole room was covered with hovering, translucent, digital papers and he moved them with a command of his hand. His stern expression and stiff posture showed that he was highly concentrated on the temple case. Until now, neither Tristan's or Marco's men had made any progress in finding out who had damaged the shields. Actually, he had said that he wouldn't like to be involved in the case but since he had had a bad feeling about it the whole time, he had told his men to investigate as well.

It was all too much of a mystery and it bothered him.

A knock interrupted him and as the door opened, Luhan's eyes met his cold eyes. “Father, Marco is here,” he announced and Seokyong nodded. “Let him in then. Is something wrong, Luhan?”
There was uneasy oozing off from Luhan and his father immediately let all the data packs disappear. “I would like to ask something... for Sehun. If it is possible, could you think about letting his mo-”
Luhan paled as he saw Seokyong's expression.

“I don't have to tell you my answer because you already know it. We went through that topic countless of times and I don't have the nerves talking about that now. Leave and let Marco in now.”
With a sad expression, Luhan nodded, before he stepped back and closed the door, which opened a few minutes later again.

“What did you do again, Seokyong? I just met Luhan and his face was as gloomy as Shigen's when he has to help his wife cleaning up the house.”

Seokyong ignored Marco's words completely and opened up another file. “I called you because I wanted to show you something.”

The projection appeared in front of Marco, who immediately paled. He stared at Seokyong, then at the picture and then back at Seokyong. “Is this real? Is this not a fake?” he whispered and Sehun's father stood up.
“My men found this and I don't believe that it is fake. Marco, I am truly worried.”

-

“Congrats to your win,” Mao grinned as he entered the room, which contained a few beds. It was just the infirmary and not the real hospital district of the school and thus it only had space for a few injured students. At the moment, Siyeon was alone with Mao. “You look awful for someone who just won a fight. Clean yourself up and then let me have a look at it.” He pointed at the basin and Siyeon rolled her eyes. As commanding and annoying as ever, even as a teacher.

“What happened to your leg? Your are limping.”

Siyeon hadn't even notice that she was limping but now that he mentioned it, her right leg felt strangely numb. Her left leg was her standing leg while she usually kicked with the right leg, thus it was exposed to by fare more pressure than the left one, but she remembered well that she hadn't even strained her legs all too much.
“Hurry up,” Mao reminded her and Siyeon did hurry up with the cleaning.

“The bleeding won't stop,” she muttered as she went back and sat down on the bed. Mao sat down right in front of her on a chair and took her chin between his fingers. “What a nasty wound. Should I kiss it away?” he grinned but Siyeon only growled. “If you want a kick into your nuts t