“Art is the realm of talent.”

Lately, looking at Han Jieon makes my blood boil.

Every time I see his unreachable acting skills, I think, 'What the hell does he eat to get so immersed?' but I couldn't afford to lose.

If he is talent, I am effort.

I've even memorized your entire script along with mine.

As a result of blood-sweating effort to follow the high standard that is 'you,' you ended up becoming the only rival I have to be conscious of... It's a bit funny, yet sad. Oh well.

Right now, we're fairly close friends for two people competing for 1st and 2nd place at the acting academy.

But rumors have spread strangely. Why? . . . . . One summer day in the heat of entrance exam prep.

This guy, whose expression used to change completely the moment he stepped on stage, suddenly started skipping the academy as if it were natural.

He keeps saying weird things.

Did he get heatstroke or something? . . .

"Wait, a doctor?"

The day I dragged Jieon out to the acting academy, we were sitting side by side on a bench. I was quietly listening to him sigh and ramble about his slump and worries, when he suddenly said something totally out of left field about becoming a doctor. Why not just say you're becoming a civil servant instead?!

I almost spat my coffee right into his face.

Do you think that makes sense? A guy as flashy as you? Do you think just anyone with a good brain can be a doctor? You need a sense of justice for that! Oh, you chose it because it's high-income? (You capitalist jerk...)

Honestly, you want to keep acting. Right? Don't you?? Looking at Han Jieon, who remains silent, I eventually burst out yelling. . . .

Hey, I'm your rival, okay? Do you want to die?!