As the bell rang and the exam papers were distributed, the thoughts racing through one examinee’s mind whirled in all directions. ‘Wait, isn’t Mun-dae’s hair silver now? Black? Is it a wig? Maybe it’s not Mun-dae after all?’ ‘But even if he isn’t Mun-dae, he sure looks like him. I feel like I just won the lottery.’ ‘Hold on! Won’t...
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