Chapter 81 – The Fun of Learning (2)
“Oil-based… colored pencils? What’s different about them?”
Min-hyuk tilted his head as he asked, and Rok-hee shrugged.
“Exactly what it sounds like—colored pencils soaked in oil. And oil doesn’t mix with water.”
“…I still don’t get why that matters at all.”
“Seriously, you’re so good at comics but clueless about this stuff.”
Han Yu-ra pointed at the Siamese cat drawing Min-hyuk had brought over and said,
“Can I draw over this with colored pencils?”
“Ah, yeah.”
“Hmmmm.”
Han Yu-ra picked out a highly saturated blue pencil from the set, then drew boldly over the paper without hesitation.
Scrape scrape! Scrape scrape!
“See the difference now?”
“Ah…”
With the colored pencil, Han Yu-ra added fur texture on top of the Siamese cat’s face.
Dozens of overlapping lines.
But it wasn’t simply “covering” something—it carried far more meaning than that.
‘The feeling is so subtle.’
The oil-based colored pencil layered over watercolor paint reflected light, creating a sense of volume and texture.
Somehow, the flatness that watercolor alone had felt was now enriched and deepened by this single addition.
“Oil-based colored pencils reflect a lot of light, so if you use them right, you can create completely different textures. The overall density of the drawing shoots way up too.”
“Ah… yeah, I see it.”
“And if you mix the colors well, you can even get this kind of effect.”
This time Kim Rok-hee layered white colored pencil over the colored-pencil part.
The two colors blended, and the boundary softened.
It looked almost like oil pastel or the multiply tool in Photoshop—colors merging together.
The pencil strokes blurred slightly, naturally connecting with the watercolor base beneath.
“Layering with oil-based colored pencils doesn’t muddy the picture even when you increase density, and the quality looks better. If you control the touch well, you can even get that clean, fairy-tale-like sharp line feel.”
“Definitely…”
“All the drawings we’re using for our booth will be base-colored in watercolor first, then finished with colored pencils like this.”
“Hmm, got it.”
Min-hyuk’s gaze drifted to the memo pad Rok-hee had handed out earlier.
[After coloring the uniform, add a slight green tint to the highlight areas so it matches the background.]
[Do the same for the cat’s fur color. But use a lower-value, lower-saturation green than the uniform.]
[Watercolor for base color, then finish with pencils.]
There had been a few notes about coloring written on the rough sketch memo…
At first glance he hadn’t understood what they meant, but now it clicked.
They were instructions to use oil-based colored pencils for highlights, gradients, and finishing touches.
‘So entrance exam art isn’t useless after all.’
Min-hyuk blinked.
A technique from a field he had never touched.
In his previous life he only did digital work, and in this life he had only done print comics—so this knowledge had been completely outside his reach.
Yet now it was being filled in from an unexpected corner, giving him a strange feeling.
At that moment, Rok-hee said,
“Want to try it alone, or should I help? I’ll lend you the colored pencils either way.”
“Uh… you’re busy, right? I’ll do it myself.”
“Good attitude—as expected of Kang Min-hyuk. Wait a sec.”
Kim Rok-hee smiled, went back to her spot, rummaged through her bag, and brought over a book, setting it down beside him.
“Refer to this while you work. And keep the book clean, okay?”
“…Jekyll and Hyde? What’s this?”
When Min-hyuk tilted his head in confusion, Han Yu-ra across from him spoke in disbelief.
“You’re a comic artist and you don’t even know Lorenzo Mattotti?”
“…First time hearing the name.”
“Haaaa… damn talent.”
As Han Yu-ra shook her head, Rok-hee clasped her hands together pleadingly.
“Come on, let’s say nice things, Yu-ra~?”
“……”
When Han Yu-ra shook her head again and shut her mouth, Rok-hee continued.
“He’s a French comic artist. Famous for using oil pastels and oil-based colored pencils. His signature is that glossy, unique texture and special color sense. He also outlines everything in orange, which makes the image pop instantly—that’s his trademark.”
“Ah… so use the color sense from there as reference?”
“Yes, exactly.”
Flip flip! Flip flip!
Rok-hee quickly turned a few pages and showed several images.
“Look at this one too. The way he uses white and sky blue is insanely pretty, right? No joke. When I was making Vincent’s outfit, I referenced this artist’s color sense a ton.”
“Ah…”
It really was beautiful.
The colors and textures felt like they were being played with freely.
But above all, what caught Min-hyuk’s eye the most was—
[“Haha! I am Hyde! Not that boring Jekyll!”
“Stay right there!!”]
The content itself was a straight comic adaptation of the novel Jekyll and Hyde.
But what was truly striking was the color.
No—the directing itself, fused with that color.
You could feel flow in the colors, in the comic pages.
In a single panel—no, even within one character’s face—the colors shifted and wavered, creating an eerie, mysterious sensation.
It felt almost like watching a single continuous shot across the entire comic book.
‘When transforming into Jekyll, it shifts to lower-value colors… and the reverse builds up naturally, guiding the eye to the next panel.’
At the connection points between cuts, it wasn’t just color simply painted on—the colors felt like they were flowing with a consistent rhythm.
Moreover, to keep the character from being buried in that flowing background…
The outlines were drawn in a completely unexpected, highly saturated color, clearly separating the figure from the backdrop.
Sophisticated, and beautiful.
You could instinctively feel how outstanding the artist’s understanding of color was.
You could feel on your skin just how far the artist had pushed their obsession.
Thump thump!
Was it because he suddenly wanted to try doing something like this himself?
Min-hyuk’s heart beat faster.
Absorbing this technique, making it his own…
Ideas for how to apply it right away began branching out.
At that moment, Kim Rok-hee quickly continued her explanation.
“For the sky blue, refer to this color here and here. For the Siamese cat’s face and fur texture description, use this page as reference. And for the final outline, outline it in carrot color.”
She pointed out the references that most closely matched the color harmony and texture expression she had in mind.
Once the round of explanation finished.
“Can you do it?”
“Yeah, I’ll give it a try.”
‘I absolutely… want to make this technique mine.’
A smile full of excitement spread across Kang Min-hyuk’s face.
***
10:30 p.m.
Three and a half hours had passed since night study began.
“Ughhhh, hurry… hurry up! If we don’t finish today, we’ll have to do this crap all weekend too!”
“I’m doing it, stop rushing me!”
Cries of exhaustion came from all over the room.
One hour and thirty minutes remained until drawing class ended.
By now everyone instinctively knew.
There was no way they were finishing their work tonight.
Of course…
“Don’t give up! We have to finish tonight—if it drags to tomorrow we’re screwed!”
Kim Rok-hee went around everywhere, encouraging the kids and helping out.
“Huu… Just color this part, right?”
“Yeah! Please!”
Had she already finished her own part?
Han Yu-ra was also going around acting like a troubleshooter.
And… in one corner.
“Uggggghhh!”
Scrape scrape!
‘This is boring, so boring… just drawing the background!!’
Dong-gyo was in the middle of finishing the background for the standing signboard with oil-based colored pencils.
“Huuuu.”
Min-hyuk also had his head down, diligently moving his arm.
It almost felt like he was fighting the paper—there was real heat coming off him.
The only difference from Dong-gyo was that, for some reason… a faint smile lingered on his face.
Then, as the clock approached 11.
“Finished… huuuu.”
Min-hyuk set the colored pencil down and let out a long breath.
And while he stared blankly at the drawing—
Thud thud.
Rok-hee walked right up beside him.
Min-hyuk glanced up and asked,
“It’s done—how is it?”
“……”
Rok-hee stared straight at the drawing.
‘What the hell is this?’
A large illustration of a Siamese cat playing tennis.
High density, with sharp orange outlines exactly as she had ordered—the image came out precisely to spec.
‘No—this isn’t just “to spec”…’
To be exact… it far exceeded expectations.
‘He used colored pencils for the first time and got this quality?’
Min-hyuk’s drawing wasn’t simply using colored pencils to honestly express light.
Rok-hee’s eyes widened.
There was flow in the color.
Even while using similar tones, the pencil strokes… matched the leaping motion of the cat, creating directional flow.
Because of that addition, the exact same drawing now looked far more forceful and dynamic.
It no longer felt like a mere illustration for a standing signboard—it gave off the strange thrill of looking at a single piece of fine art.
Rok-hee opened her mouth.
“Did you… intentionally give the color flow like this when layering the pencils?”
“Oh, you noticed. I looked at Mattotti’s work. Most of his directing had that kind of feeling, so I tried to pack a bit of that vibe into this one piece.”
“……”
“So… any feedback? Since it’s my first time, it probably looks off to your eyes.”
Min-hyuk scratched his head with an innocent expression.
Rok-hee narrowed her eyes and stared straight at him.
What should she even say? It felt like she taught someone how to run, and he immediately flew off into outer space.
‘And he’s asking for feedback?’
This… feels like the world is slightly broken?
Rok-hee let out a long sigh and said,
“……Min-hyuk.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re starting to get really annoying.”
“Huh? Me? Why?”
“Nothing. Anyway, this standing signboard illustration is more than enough. Go help the others.”
“No, if there’s anything I messed up, just tell me.”
“There’s nothing. Work, work. Once Oh Dong-gyo finishes the background, cut it and paste it onto the plywood.”
Kim Rok-hee turned on her heel and walked off to the opposite side.
“Ugggggh.”
Kang Min-hyuk scratched his head in genuine confusion.
‘Min-hyuk-kun… that’s just cruel. So cruel.’
Geniuses really don’t understand the struggles of normal people.
That’s why talent monsters are like this…
Watching the scene, Oh Dong-gyo shook his head slowly.
***
Click!
The clock in the first-year comic creation classroom pointed exactly to 12.
Then…
Ding-dong-daeng-dong!
The bell rang.
“Uwaaaa! Finished!”
“Haaaa… I can finally rest this weekend.”
The exhausted kids slumped over.
Even though the air conditioner was blasting full power, some still had foreheads drenched in sweat.
That alone showed just how grueling the past few days of event prep had been.
“Put the finished stuff carefully to the side so it doesn’t get damaged. Clean up and let’s go.”
“Okay.”
“Good work, everyone.”
While cleaning up, Kim Rok-hee kept sneaking glances at Kang Min-hyuk.
“Should we stand it over here?”
“Ooh, now that it’s finished, it actually looks pretty impressive! I still hate the furry part, though.”
“Can you just stop saying ‘furry’?”
“Then what else do you call a furry?”
“Just don’t call it that at all.”
As they bickered while setting up the completed standing signboard in front of the lockers, Min-hyuk and Oh Dong-gyo were visible from afar.
Even from a distance, the standing signboard’s high quality jumped out immediately.
If they placed it in front of the first-year booth, the impact would definitely be huge.
Then, shifting her gaze to the left—
“……”
Han Yu-ra was closing her laptop and putting it into her bag.
She had finished the entire brochure design in Photoshop, written the script, and was now cleaning up.
Rok-hee scratched her forehead.
‘If it weren’t for those two, we never would’ve finished on time.’
Both Han Yu-ra and Kang Min-hyuk had completed their own portions unusually early.
The funny part was that Han Yu-ra had overwhelmingly more work to handle alone than anyone else…
And Kang Min-hyuk had taken something he had literally never properly done before and finished it with insane quality and speed.
Both of them were ridiculously fast and produced overwhelmingly good results.
If those two hadn’t been deployed to help other groups early on, a ton of people would’ve had to work through the weekend.
Somehow, looking at those two filled her with gratitude, but at the same time…
‘It’s frustrating. Really frustrating.’
Tremble.
Her fist clenched, and a strange, hard-to-define emotion welled up inside her.
At that moment.
“Everything’s done—aren’t you leaving?”
“Ah, yeah! Right.”
When class president Song Hyun-hee tapped her shoulder and asked,
Rok-hee’s face instantly lit up with her usual bright smile, as if nothing had happened.
“Hehe! The event on Monday—exciting, right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Rok-hee bounced out of the classroom like usual.
Song Hyun-hee, standing beside her, spoke in a calm voice.
“Kim Rok-hee, you were really amazing.”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“Everything. You led everyone, taught them well. I’m confident—among first, second, and third years, our booth is going to be the best.”
“That’s because the others did so well, not me…”
“It’s because of you. Someone who can plan something this detailed in one day, nail the tone and manner, and push everything forward with that kind of drive. There’s no one else in our class who can do that. I’ll bet my name on it.”
When Song Hyun-hee placed her hand over her heart and spoke firmly,
“Hehe, hehehehe. When Hyun-hee says it like that, I feel like I’ve suddenly become some incredible person?”
“You are incredible.”
“Ehehe, really?”
A soft, melting smile slowly spread across Kim Rok-hee’s face.
Chapter 81 – The Fun of Learning (2)
“Oil-based… colored pencils? What’s different about them?”
Min-hyuk tilted his head as he asked, and Rok-hee shrugged.
“Exactly what it sounds like—colored pencils soaked in oil. And oil doesn’t mix with water.”
“…I still don’t get why that matters at all.”
“Seriously, you’re so good at comics but clueless about this stuff.”
Han Yu-ra pointed at the Siamese cat drawing Min-hyuk had brought over and said,
“Can I draw over this with colored pencils?”
“Ah, yeah.”
“Hmmmm.”
Han Yu-ra picked out a highly saturated blue pencil from the set, then drew boldly over the paper without hesitation.
Scrape scrape! Scrape scrape!
“See the difference now?”
“Ah…”
With the colored pencil, Han Yu-ra added fur texture on top of the Siamese cat’s face.
Dozens of overlapping lines.
But it wasn’t simply “covering” something—it carried far more meaning than that.
‘The feeling is so subtle.’
The oil-based colored pencil layered over watercolor paint reflected light, creating a sense of volume and texture.
Somehow, the flatness that watercolor alone had felt was now enriched and deepened by this single addition.
“Oil-based colored pencils reflect a lot of light, so if you use them right, you can create completely different textures. The overall density of the drawing shoots way up too.”
“Ah… yeah, I see it.”
“And if you mix the colors well, you can even get this kind of effect.”
This time Kim Rok-hee layered white colored pencil over the colored-pencil part.
The two colors blended, and the boundary softened.
It looked almost like oil pastel or the multiply tool in Photoshop—colors merging together.
The pencil strokes blurred slightly, naturally connecting with the watercolor base beneath.
“Layering with oil-based colored pencils doesn’t muddy the picture even when you increase density, and the quality looks better. If you control the touch well, you can even get that clean, fairy-tale-like sharp line feel.”
“Definitely…”
“All the drawings we’re using for our booth will be base-colored in watercolor first, then finished with colored pencils like this.”
“Hmm, got it.”
Min-hyuk’s gaze drifted to the memo pad Rok-hee had handed out earlier.
[After coloring the uniform, add a slight green tint to the highlight areas so it matches the background.]
[Do the same for the cat’s fur color. But use a lower-value, lower-saturation green than the uniform.]
[Watercolor for base color, then finish with pencils.]
There had been a few notes about coloring written on the rough sketch memo…
At first glance he hadn’t understood what they meant, but now it clicked.
They were instructions to use oil-based colored pencils for highlights, gradients, and finishing touches.
‘So entrance exam art isn’t useless after all.’
Min-hyuk blinked.
A technique from a field he had never touched.
In his previous life he only did digital work, and in this life he had only done print comics—so this knowledge had been completely outside his reach.
Yet now it was being filled in from an unexpected corner, giving him a strange feeling.
At that moment, Rok-hee said,
“Want to try it alone, or should I help? I’ll lend you the colored pencils either way.”
“Uh… you’re busy, right? I’ll do it myself.”
“Good attitude—as expected of Kang Min-hyuk. Wait a sec.”
Kim Rok-hee smiled, went back to her spot, rummaged through her bag, and brought over a book, setting it down beside him.
“Refer to this while you work. And keep the book clean, okay?”
“…Jekyll and Hyde? What’s this?”
When Min-hyuk tilted his head in confusion, Han Yu-ra across from him spoke in disbelief.
“You’re a comic artist and you don’t even know Lorenzo Mattotti?”
“…First time hearing the name.”
“Haaaa… damn talent.”
As Han Yu-ra shook her head, Rok-hee clasped her hands together pleadingly.
“Come on, let’s say nice things, Yu-ra~?”
“……”
When Han Yu-ra shook her head again and shut her mouth, Rok-hee continued.
“He’s a French comic artist. Famous for using oil pastels and oil-based colored pencils. His signature is that glossy, unique texture and special color sense. He also outlines everything in orange, which makes the image pop instantly—that’s his trademark.”
“Ah… so use the color sense from there as reference?”
“Yes, exactly.”
Flip flip! Flip flip!
Rok-hee quickly turned a few pages and showed several images.
“Look at this one too. The way he uses white and sky blue is insanely pretty, right? No joke. When I was making Vincent’s outfit, I referenced this artist’s color sense a ton.”
“Ah…”
It really was beautiful.
The colors and textures felt like they were being played with freely.
But above all, what caught Min-hyuk’s eye the most was—
[“Haha! I am Hyde! Not that boring Jekyll!”
“Stay right there!!”]
The content itself was a straight comic adaptation of the novel Jekyll and Hyde.
But what was truly striking was the color.
No—the directing itself, fused with that color.
You could feel flow in the colors, in the comic pages.
In a single panel—no, even within one character’s face—the colors shifted and wavered, creating an eerie, mysterious sensation.
It felt almost like watching a single continuous shot across the entire comic book.
‘When transforming into Jekyll, it shifts to lower-value colors… and the reverse builds up naturally, guiding the eye to the next panel.’
At the connection points between cuts, it wasn’t just color simply painted on—the colors felt like they were flowing with a consistent rhythm.
Moreover, to keep the character from being buried in that flowing background…
The outlines were drawn in a completely unexpected, highly saturated color, clearly separating the figure from the backdrop.
Sophisticated, and beautiful.
You could instinctively feel how outstanding the artist’s understanding of color was.
You could feel on your skin just how far the artist had pushed their obsession.
Thump thump!
Was it because he suddenly wanted to try doing something like this himself?
Min-hyuk’s heart beat faster.
Absorbing this technique, making it his own…
Ideas for how to apply it right away began branching out.
At that moment, Kim Rok-hee quickly continued her explanation.
“For the sky blue, refer to this color here and here. For the Siamese cat’s face and fur texture description, use this page as reference. And for the final outline, outline it in carrot color.”
She pointed out the references that most closely matched the color harmony and texture expression she had in mind.
Once the round of explanation finished.
“Can you do it?”
“Yeah, I’ll give it a try.”
‘I absolutely… want to make this technique mine.’
A smile full of excitement spread across Kang Min-hyuk’s face.
***
10:30 p.m.
Three and a half hours had passed since night study began.
“Ughhhh, hurry… hurry up! If we don’t finish today, we’ll have to do this crap all weekend too!”
“I’m doing it, stop rushing me!”
Cries of exhaustion came from all over the room.
One hour and thirty minutes remained until drawing class ended.
By now everyone instinctively knew.
There was no way they were finishing their work tonight.
Of course…
“Don’t give up! We have to finish tonight—if it drags to tomorrow we’re screwed!”
Kim Rok-hee went around everywhere, encouraging the kids and helping out.
“Huu… Just color this part, right?”
“Yeah! Please!”
Had she already finished her own part?
Han Yu-ra was also going around acting like a troubleshooter.
And… in one corner.
“Uggggghhh!”
Scrape scrape!
‘This is boring, so boring… just drawing the background!!’
Dong-gyo was in the middle of finishing the background for the standing signboard with oil-based colored pencils.
“Huuuu.”
Min-hyuk also had his head down, diligently moving his arm.
It almost felt like he was fighting the paper—there was real heat coming off him.
The only difference from Dong-gyo was that, for some reason… a faint smile lingered on his face.
Then, as the clock approached 11.
“Finished… huuuu.”
Min-hyuk set the colored pencil down and let out a long breath.
And while he stared blankly at the drawing—
Thud thud.
Rok-hee walked right up beside him.
Min-hyuk glanced up and asked,
“It’s done—how is it?”
“……”
Rok-hee stared straight at the drawing.
‘What the hell is this?’
A large illustration of a Siamese cat playing tennis.
High density, with sharp orange outlines exactly as she had ordered—the image came out precisely to spec.
‘No—this isn’t just “to spec”…’
To be exact… it far exceeded expectations.
‘He used colored pencils for the first time and got this quality?’
Min-hyuk’s drawing wasn’t simply using colored pencils to honestly express light.
Rok-hee’s eyes widened.
There was flow in the color.
Even while using similar tones, the pencil strokes… matched the leaping motion of the cat, creating directional flow.
Because of that addition, the exact same drawing now looked far more forceful and dynamic.
It no longer felt like a mere illustration for a standing signboard—it gave off the strange thrill of looking at a single piece of fine art.
Rok-hee opened her mouth.
“Did you… intentionally give the color flow like this when layering the pencils?”
“Oh, you noticed. I looked at Mattotti’s work. Most of his directing had that kind of feeling, so I tried to pack a bit of that vibe into this one piece.”
“……”
“So… any feedback? Since it’s my first time, it probably looks off to your eyes.”
Min-hyuk scratched his head with an innocent expression.
Rok-hee narrowed her eyes and stared straight at him.
What should she even say? It felt like she taught someone how to run, and he immediately flew off into outer space.
‘And he’s asking for feedback?’
This… feels like the world is slightly broken?
Rok-hee let out a long sigh and said,
“……Min-hyuk.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re starting to get really annoying.”
“Huh? Me? Why?”
“Nothing. Anyway, this standing signboard illustration is more than enough. Go help the others.”
“No, if there’s anything I messed up, just tell me.”
“There’s nothing. Work, work. Once Oh Dong-gyo finishes the background, cut it and paste it onto the plywood.”
Kim Rok-hee turned on her heel and walked off to the opposite side.
“Ugggggh.”
Kang Min-hyuk scratched his head in genuine confusion.
‘Min-hyuk-kun… that’s just cruel. So cruel.’
Geniuses really don’t understand the struggles of normal people.
That’s why talent monsters are like this…
Watching the scene, Oh Dong-gyo shook his head slowly.
***
Click!
The clock in the first-year comic creation classroom pointed exactly to 12.
Then…
Ding-dong-daeng-dong!
The bell rang.
“Uwaaaa! Finished!”
“Haaaa… I can finally rest this weekend.”
The exhausted kids slumped over.
Even though the air conditioner was blasting full power, some still had foreheads drenched in sweat.
That alone showed just how grueling the past few days of event prep had been.
“Put the finished stuff carefully to the side so it doesn’t get damaged. Clean up and let’s go.”
“Okay.”
“Good work, everyone.”
While cleaning up, Kim Rok-hee kept sneaking glances at Kang Min-hyuk.
“Should we stand it over here?”
“Ooh, now that it’s finished, it actually looks pretty impressive! I still hate the furry part, though.”
“Can you just stop saying ‘furry’?”
“Then what else do you call a furry?”
“Just don’t call it that at all.”
As they bickered while setting up the completed standing signboard in front of the lockers, Min-hyuk and Oh Dong-gyo were visible from afar.
Even from a distance, the standing signboard’s high quality jumped out immediately.
If they placed it in front of the first-year booth, the impact would definitely be huge.
Then, shifting her gaze to the left—
“……”
Han Yu-ra was closing her laptop and putting it into her bag.
She had finished the entire brochure design in Photoshop, written the script, and was now cleaning up.
Rok-hee scratched her forehead.
‘If it weren’t for those two, we never would’ve finished on time.’
Both Han Yu-ra and Kang Min-hyuk had completed their own portions unusually early.
The funny part was that Han Yu-ra had overwhelmingly more work to handle alone than anyone else…
And Kang Min-hyuk had taken something he had literally never properly done before and finished it with insane quality and speed.
Both of them were ridiculously fast and produced overwhelmingly good results.
If those two hadn’t been deployed to help other groups early on, a ton of people would’ve had to work through the weekend.
Somehow, looking at those two filled her with gratitude, but at the same time…
‘It’s frustrating. Really frustrating.’
Tremble.
Her fist clenched, and a strange, hard-to-define emotion welled up inside her.
At that moment.
“Everything’s done—aren’t you leaving?”
“Ah, yeah! Right.”
When class president Song Hyun-hee tapped her shoulder and asked,
Rok-hee’s face instantly lit up with her usual bright smile, as if nothing had happened.
“Hehe! The event on Monday—exciting, right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Rok-hee bounced out of the classroom like usual.
Song Hyun-hee, standing beside her, spoke in a calm voice.
“Kim Rok-hee, you were really amazing.”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“Everything. You led everyone, taught them well. I’m confident—among first, second, and third years, our booth is going to be the best.”
“That’s because the others did so well, not me…”
“It’s because of you. Someone who can plan something this detailed in one day, nail the tone and manner, and push everything forward with that kind of drive. There’s no one else in our class who can do that. I’ll bet my name on it.”
When Song Hyun-hee placed her hand over her heart and spoke firmly,
“Hehe, hehehehe. When Hyun-hee says it like that, I feel like I’ve suddenly become some incredible person?”
“You are incredible.”
“Ehehe, really?”
A soft, melting smile slowly spread across Kim Rok-hee’s face.
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