In mid-August, as Kim Donghu prepared to watch Ryu Jae-rin’s debut performance.
Meanwhile, at the Korean Arts High School, known as Daejong High, tensions ran high within the drama club, Sparking.
"Are you really going to do it like this? Do you think this is okay?"
"It’s not like I want to do this. I hate it too, but there’s no other way, so what can I do?"
"So, you’re just saying you won’t do it?"
"I’m not saying I won’t. I’m saying we should go with a different script."
At the mention of using a different script, a desk was overturned.
As if the word was the ultimate insult, one of the seniors kicked the desk, openly displaying his anger.
"You little punk! You’re insulting me outright, saying my acting’s trash?"
"No, it’s just that we’re on different levels. I’ll only act with people I want to work with."
"So, that means I’m not good enough?"
"Yeah. Sorry, but you’re not up to my script’s standards."
"You little...!"
Crack.
The older student, taller and bigger than his peers, grabbed the younger one by the collar and lifted him. Despite dangling off the ground, face turning
red from lack of air, the younger student continued.
"We agreed from the start to have two scripts, remember?"
His words only incited the senior’s anger further, and in a fit of rage, he threw the younger student to the ground.
Crash!
"Do you know who you’re messing with? You want me to pull all the funding for this? This production you’re working on—your graduation project?"

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"I’m really sorry, but I can’t do it. Even if I barely have the money for tuition, rely on scholarships and part-time work, and write scripts in a cramped
room..."
One thing was certain: I have my pride in my craft, and you can’t handle my script.
This never-ending argument, repeated so many times, was at a standstill. But in the younger student’s eyes was a resolve to end it today.
"Hey, that’s no way to speak to a senior. Apologize."
"I’m just being honest. Besides, I was the one who got hit. Why should I apologize? There’s a reason they say the person who butts in is the worst."
Though his words showed no social grace, they were not wrong. He was, perhaps, someone who only ever spoke truths that got him punched.
Despite his lack of tact, his talent was undeniable, and so the other club members refrained from getting involved.
Noting the atmosphere, the younger student rose, dusted himself off, and looked around.
They were all just spoiled kids looking for an easy way out. He couldn’t hand over his masterpiece to such people.
"You guys couldn’t handle this play."
The younger student, Bong Jin-woo, held firmly to his ideals and philosophy.
"Just pick a safe script, put on a decent performance, take a modest bow, and leave quietly," he said to the senior. "In my opinion, that’s all your talent
can handle."
At this, the senior grabbed Jin-woo by the collar again.
Yet Jin-woo’s expression remained unchanged.
"Hey, you little beggar, write me a script, I’ll pay you."
"What’s wrong with you? I want a great role I can play well."
"I want to be, only your bride."
"Can you see the future we’ll share?"

Chapter 78
Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest
Chapter 1039 - 246.3 - Sister
Extra's Death: I Am the Son of Hades
Chapter 645: Flame Of Life

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