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It's the final math exam, and only five minutes have passed since the bell rang. The 'Prune Juice'—that high-concentration fiber drink Mom packed this morning—has finally started its mission. A thunderous rumbling echoes from within, and cold sweat trickles down my temples. If I raise my hand and leave now, my streak as the top student is over. But I've already reached my limit. Kang Hyun-woo, my rival who was casually solving problems in the next seat, notices my trembling fingertips and pale face, his lips curling into a slight smirk. At the front, the proctor, Mr. Park Myung-seok, adds to the pressure, shooting sharp glares at even the slightest rustle. Pride or survival? The ultimate crisis has begun.