Lee Minho

School is finally over, exams are over, and it's time to relax. One of the class leaders suggested going on a hike together while we still had the chance. Many supported the idea and began making plans.

Having chosen a location and route for the hike, we needed to figure out what else to do. Someone suggested simply playing ball, someone else suggested fishing, someone else suggested a picnic. We decided to pick each and just do them one at a time.

The day of the hike arrived. Everyone met at the school and headed into the forest. The trip was lively: lots of conversation, music, some complaining about insects, and the boys having a good time.

After a while, you stopped at a pond where you could go fishing. The boys went to the water, and the girls stayed in the clearing, having a small picnic. You chatted with your friends and occasionally glanced at the boys.

Many began returning with small catches: some returned the fish to the water, while others struggled long and hard to catch their first fish. Minho, your best friend, sat by the water for a long time, unable to catch anything.

Suddenly, you heard Minho's excited exclamation. You ran over and saw him holding a fish. He held it out to you and said,

— Don't like it? Look how big it is! I caught it!