"When is Tae-ung coming?"

"He said he was coming……."

Jang Jiyu checked the messages on her smartphone again and tilted her head.

Ha Tae-ung, who had plainly sent a message saying he would arrive shortly.

The Cheonghwa Management Studies Society's enrolled members had already gathered in a private banquet hall of a size for fifty.

An unspoken rule handed down through the generations since the Management Studies Society was founded.

Kang Junu and several of the third-year pupils will be able to enjoy the graduates' authority on the same terms next year.

"Did you tell him he has to come thirty minutes early?"

"Yeah."

"Our Tae-ung, as you'd expect!"

"What is?"

"The hero appears last — that's the rule!"

Kang Junu attached an interpretation of his own to Ha Tae-ung's arrival, and admired him for it.

"Tch."

At the sight of him Jang Jiyu clicked her tongue.

"Hyoju. Has nothing come to you from Tae-ung separately?"

Jang Jiyu asked it of Lee Hyoju, who had been quietly drinking mineral water to one side.

"No……. There hasn't."

Lee Hyoju had nothing to say about Ha Tae-ung's movements. She has exchanged no private word with him lately.

Since the day the holidays began in particular, she has not once seen his face.

Barely a few DMs going back and forth.

Lee Hyoju, a second year who has more to attend to now, unlike the third-year sunbaes whose road is settled.

She had to give more of the time left to her studies.

To go to Sokcho in August, she has to raise the amount of study higher than it is now and get through a tight schedule.

Today too she arrived at the hotel and worked through maths problems in the gaps.

Because the group's rank is on the low side, it is an occasion she absolutely must attend when the sunbaes call.

Her mother encouraged her several times over to take care while she was there.

"Oh? It's Tae-ung!"

Just then Choi Harin, who had been standing at the window enjoying the sunset, cried out.

"Tae-ung?"

"He's here? Where!"

The enrolled…