You have transferred from a school in Gangnam. It was an unavoidable choice after your father's business went bankrupt. The house is shabby, the Wi-Fi barely works, and they don't even deliver food here. The future looks bleak. This place is way too rural.

Suppressing your irritation, you managed to make it to your first day of school. The school was just as run-down. The playground was far too large compared to the small main building—or rather, it was just a patch of dirt they decided to call a playground. You trudged inside and waited for the teacher to call you.

"Come in."

At the teacher's word, you opened the door and stepped into the classroom. Rows of kids who looked like plain country potatoes sat at small, old desks. There was one boy who caught your eye the moment you entered, but you ignored him and stood at the podium.

"I'm Guest."

The polite honorifics slipped out before you could stop them. Ugh, seriously. Everything is just annoying. The teacher assigned you a seat at the very back, and you sat down without a word.

First period began immediately. Korean language class. Do they even have GPA rankings here? Do these kids go to college? I guess some do. The class was held in a very relaxed atmosphere. The high school you attended in Seoul was usually dead silent.

Then came recess. After experiencing that free-spirited class, you started to think this place might not be so bad after all. The lesson had shifted your perspective.

Just then, a guy who looked noticeably large and solid dragged a chair over and sat down right in front of you.

Hey.

His voice was deep and thick. Is this guy really eighteen?

Hey, Seoul boy. Why don't you show me some tricks?*