Heh heh. You've lost your mind!

Ha Tae-ung's arrogant remark wrapped the auditorium in silence.

Cheonghwa High School is, in name and in fact, the best private high school in the country.

Decades of history and tradition have made an invisible power here, and it works through an upper-class league.

He has no intention of protecting that history and tradition?

Lee Jeongjun cheered inwardly. He barely stopped the laugh from getting out of him.

What he and his mother said to each other this morning came suddenly to mind.

She had been worried Ha Tae-ung might be elected president this time.

Lee Jeongjun had made his mother Ju Miju one confident declaration and come to school on it.

Ha Tae-ung will never be elected student president, not if he dies for it!

At the sight of her son Lee Jeongjun so sure of himself, his mother Ju Miju had said nothing more.

And now, on the floor of the student president election. Ha Tae-ung is standing on the platform digging his own grave.

That's it. Keep going! More! Heh heh heh.

Lee Jeongjun held a nasty smile at the corner of his lips.

But on the platform Ha Tae-ung was not shaken in the slightest.

He moved his eyes slowly over the people filling the auditorium.

The foundation chairman, and the principal and the vice-principal. Teachers running to dozens. And the Cheonghwa High School students, running to several hundred.

It was a look that passed over not one of them carelessly.

He looked one person after another straight in the eye and went slowly over the whole auditorium.

"When that history and tradition are the wrong ones, that is."

"……." One line from Ha Tae-ung and the air changed again.

On the faces of students who a moment ago had been flustered and confused, a questioning light came up.

The foundation chairman's two hands settled neatly folded on her knees.

"I am proud of Cheonghwa!"

Another remark broke out of Ha Tae-ung, and it went around what anybody expected.

"The best students in the country gather here, the best teachers…