Jeong So-yul (1)

During my time at the academy, there weren’t many occasions that called for a visit to a teacher’s private office.

Questions about lectures could be answered during class or in the brief moments before or after it…….

In practice, a private office was exactly what it sounded like: a space for the teacher and a handful of undergraduate researchers or teaching assistants working under them.

“Go ahead, make yourself comfortable. Do you like snacks? Maybe some candy?”

“……”

“Oh, of course, I have tea, too. Are you a coffee person, Taeyang? Or do you enjoy black tea? I’m curious~.”

Honestly, academy life had turned out to be full of surprises. Then again, I’d spent four years living on campus.

That was plenty of time for all sorts of things to happen.

I just hadn’t expected that one of the most memorable of those “all sorts of things” would happen to me—not some other student—during my second year.

Unable to suppress my nerves, I creaked as I perched on the sofa, feeling as though the pressure I could sense, whether I wanted to or not, was choking me...