“F**k…”
Gyeon Jioh sighed.
He’d forgotten that that bastard Yoon Iseo was a hopelessly softhearted idiot.
“I heard you recently returned to the country, but I’m sorry I didn’t come see you sooner. Professor, this is Oroze from the Department of Western Painting. And this one—you know him, right?”
“Of course I do. He’s a great hero of our nation. It’s an honor to greet you like this in private, ‘Jio.’”
“Ah. Well…”
Jioh nodded, sourly.
“I ought to treat students as just students,” Professor Hwang laughed, “but with someone of your stature that isn’t easy.”
“But Yoon, didn’t you come here because you had something to say? That’s the face you’re making.”
“I can’t fool you, Professor.”
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