“Isn't this going way overboard?” Han Jin-Seong spat out a long groan at the sight of a bus parked in front of his school.

Quickly dealing with one's business was worthy of praise in practically every part of the world. Especially more so, if one also happened to be expertly handling it—the stream of praise would figuratively be unending. Everyone would welcome someone of that caliber with open arms.

...With the sole exception of Han Jin-Seong, that was!

“Gee whiz...! Couldn't you do it at a reasonable pace that even guys like me could keep up? I haven't even finished preparing myself yet...!”

It hadn't been that long since the school grades problem was brought up, yet the big bros had already finished preparing a bus, and now he was collecting kids after school? Sure, Han Jin-Seong often saw other students climbing into their respective cram school buses right after school ended, but... Those were operated by cram schools, no?

It wasn't as if Jin-Ho hyung and Co. had opened a cram school of their own, so what the heck was up with this arrangement?

“Argh, hyung! Hurry up and get on the bus already!”

Other orphanage kids poked their heads out the bus's window and yelled at Han Jin-Seong. They must've been picked up from other schools.

“...Bloody hell.” Han Jin-Seong groaned again. Why did it feel like he was a cow getting dragged into an abattoir? 'Goodbye, dear PC Room. Goodbye, my beloved games...'

How could he not groan when all the things he loved had to be thrown aside while he focused only on studying? However, Han Jin-Seong was a man of his word, wasn't he? He chose this path, so he had...