"Uwaaaaaah! Uwaaaaah!"

CRASH-CRASH! CRASH!!

Ju Miju's house.

Lee Jeongjun, home from school, had his eyes turned over.

From the moment he stepped into the house he smashed the things in it up as they came to hand.

Swinging his father's golf putter, he broke the neatly ordered pieces one after another.

The glass door of the display cabinet, the side table set in the living room and the flower-arrangement table on top of it, the television hung on the wall and the rest of it — he shattered whatever caught his eye.

He was not the quiet Lee Jeongjun usually seen at home.

Reason paralysed by rage, his lid had come off.

At the shame taken at school, his patience had gone.

He had pressed the rage down in silence, come home, and in the end it went off in the house.

"Die! Ha Tae-uuung! Dieeeeee!!"

Bang! Bang! SMAAASH!!

He swung it about in every direction, violently enough to bend the putter.

Fragments flew and split the back of his hand, and the blood came.

And even so the rage would not settle!

"Kh-h-h-h-h……."

He had bitten his lip so hard that drops of blood showed.

It is the figure of a wounded animal.

"Ha Tae-ung…… Ha Tae-ung……."

Lee Jeongjun has lived without knowing failure.

Even parents at odds with each other held their breath in front of their son.

His younger sister is a distant relation of his in any case.

Coming into the good books of the adults of his father's house and his mother's, through academic achievement, was his only purpose.

It is the reason no investment was spared on private tutoring and the rest of it.

Printing top of the second year, he had laid solid plans for what came after.

Once Kang Junu graduates there is no competitor in the same year group.

His relation Lee Hyoju is no match.

His father's side is pushed down in the group rankings, but with his mother's side's reputation he can take the Management Studies Society presidency easily enough.

Everything was going smoothly, according to plan.

And then,…