"What?" Hyoyeon asked. She was still wondering why Jongin gave a reaction like that on her essay.

"Tell me, you call this your essay?" Jongin answered with a question.

Hyoyeon doesn't know if Jongin is only mocking her or what, but she is sure she started her essay well. Jongin's eyes were still fixed in reading the first page. Before he finished reading the whole face, Hyoyeon saw a smirk on his face.

"Ahhh, so tell me Ms. Kim, what does Inspector Woorim have to do with your future plans after college?" Jongin asked.

"What the--" Hyoyeon's face went blank, "what do you mean?" she quickly snatched the papers away from Jongin and started scanning the pages, "Omo! I brought the wrong papers," she thought to herself.

"What drab story you got there," Jongin sighed, "Is that what you learn from Ms. Han's class? Such pity."

Hyoyeon was not moving, her papers still in her hands. The whole class only stared at the two, silently watching and waiting for what might happen next.

Jongin moved closer to the table, "Well, Ms. Kim, I shall be doing you a favor by criticizing your work. Let me start with the basics," he stared intently at the stiff Hyoyeon, "that novel of yours, if you call that a novel, is very predictable. I bet after four chapters, that Inspector Woorim will catch that killer, but the killer's brother will attempt to kill Inspector Woorim. Am I right?" he asked with a grin.

Hyoyeon was not moving, and she was still staring blankly at her papers.

Jongin turned to the class, "All of you, listen to what I have to say. You will learn something from here," and he looked at Hyoyeon again, "Second, the characters are very... boring. Everyone's a redundant, 21st century version of Sherlock Hol