A man named Hwang Jong-In grumbled to his friend. “Hey, man. Don't you find that punk an eyesore?”

“That punk? You mean, Kang Jin-Ho?”

“Yeah, him. Look at his face, man. Doesn't it look like he's smugly enjoying himself?”

The friend tilted his head at Hwang Jong-In's dissatisfied grumbling and glanced at Kang Jin-Ho. Was that the face of a man enjoying himself? With that expression? That man was basically expressionless almost all the time, so he was enjoying what now? “You think so? Looks to me he's not all that interested, though.”

“That pisses me off even more...”

“Man, what's wrong with you?”

Hwang Jong-In licked his lips like a predator. "If I'm being honest, I wanna take that punk down a peg or two."

“Huh? But how? Isn't he a scholarship student? He's smart, good-looking, and has a ton of money to boot. What can you possibly do to him?”

Hwang Jong-In smirked deeply at his friend. “One of my friends is from Dongmyeong High, you see?”

“Okay?”

"I asked him about Kang Jin-Ho, and apparently, that punk is bad at sports. As in, utterly hopeless. They were in the same class during their freshman year, so my friend's story should be true."

“Really? Still, what does it matter if he's bad at sports?”

“That's how I'm gonna humiliate that punk.” Hwang Jong-In confidently strode toward Kang Jin-Ho sitting by the side of the futsal field. “Hey, Kang Jin-Ho.”

Kang Jin-Ho raised his head when his name was called and stared at Hwang Jong-In.

The smirk on Hwang Jong-In's face deepened....