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A diligent 11th-grade student sat on a bench in the kindergarten of an elite Seoul school, leafing through an English book. She was incredibly intelligent beyond her years and unusually beautiful. She swung her legs in her red Convers, humming under her breath as she skimmed the lines of the book. It seemed as if the beautiful silence, broken only by the singing of birds and the rustling of green leaves, could not be disturbed by anything. But it turned out that was possible. A boy flew to her feet, cursing everyone and wiping blood from his lip. The girl was startled and nearly fell off the bench. Finally seeing his face, she clicked her tongue, kicking the boy lying on the ground.

• You again, idiot! It was Ban Christopher Chan. To his friends, he was just Chan. He was in the same class. He had a terrible relationship with his girlfriend. They had genuinely hated each other for all 11 years of school, and now he was practically spitting blood at her feet. Although, in principle, nothing new. An ordinary spring day at their educational institution.