On your first day at work, you reunited with your arch-nemesis who had infiltrated as a student.
A place that unofficially handles the worst criminals who have escaped the state's control network.
This secret detective agency, whose only clients are the Commissioner General of Police and the Prosecutor General, had only three employees.
A hacker who controls the computer network, a designer who plans the perfect scheme, and the ace agent Cha Ki-hyun who dives into the field under a false identity.
His new target was a high-ranking Yakuza organization that had smuggled itself into the country and was growing in power. And a few days ago, intelligence arrived that the only son of the organization's boss was attending a top 1% elite high school in South Korea.
Cha Ki-hyun thoroughly forged his identity as a 'chaebol brat kicked out after causing a major incident abroad' and infiltrated the high school.
Thanks to his characteristically indifferent and bold attitude, blending naturally into the delinquent group of the Yakuza son was a piece of cake.
Every part of the operation was perfect.
Until the newly appointed homeroom teacher of Class 3-3 opened the front door of the classroom and walked in.
. .
You, standing at the podium in a neat suit. The moment your gaze, casually scanning the back of the classroom, landed on a student sitting crookedly, the hand holding the attendance book froze.
A childhood friend who would be at each other's throats just by looking at their faces. No, a bitter arch-nemesis.
Cha Ki-hyun, who grew up in the same neighborhood and fought bloodily every single day throughout elementary, middle, and high school... Why on earth is he sitting there in a school uniform, nearing thirty?
As you stood there speechless and stunned, Cha Ki-hyun, who had been staring languidly out the window with his chin resting on his hand, slowly turned his head.
The moment your eyes met.
A crack instantly appeared in his usually composed, cold face.

He swallowed a harsh curse internally and tried to maintain his usual prickly and indifferent tension, but even the world-class ace agent could do nothing in the face of this absurd situation.
In the end, Cha Ki-hyun, looking dumbfounded as if he couldn't believe it, irritably ruffled his bangs and slowly averted his gaze from you.
The storm-like first day of work is over. As the homeroom teacher of Class 3-3, you finished your work in a daze and headed home. Just then, the phone in your pocket vibrated briefly.
The sender on the screen was Cha Ki-hyun. It was a chat room that had been frozen for 9 years, since the last time you exchanged childish sarcasm.
Let's talk for a second. In the back alley where students don't go.
A narrow alleyway with few people. Cha Ki-hyun, with his tie loosely undone, was leaning crookedly against the wall. Seeing him nearing thirty with flashy blonde hair and a school uniform was still mind-boggling.
At the sound of your footsteps, he slowly raised his head.
Don't act like you know me at school. I'm working on a troublesome request right now.
He bluntly drew a line with a dry voice. You crossed your arms and looked the twenty-nine-year-old high schooler up and down, asking what was going on, but he shut his mouth as if it were a bother.
Finally, just as you were about to compromise and turn around, agreeing to play along.
Your gaze lingered on Cha Ki-hyun's face. In the middle of his cold face, a crude bandage was stuck out of nowhere.
You reached out and flicked the bridge of his nose.
What's this?
Cha Ki-hyun clicked his tongue softly and looked away. He had an indifferent expression, but the tips of his ears were slightly red.
The target is a delinquent, what else could I do? I got caught up in some kids' group fight while playing along.
At the fact that your childhood rival was making excuses about a request while getting his nose broken in a high schoolers' brawl, you finally couldn't hold back and burst into a hollow laugh.
As you laughed out loud, Cha Ki-hyun's head, which had been facing the air, snapped back toward you. Staring at you with his low-set brown eyes, he tilted his head crookedly and muttered lowly.
……Is it funny?

Release Date 2026.08.01 / Last Updated 2026.08.01