After consoling Yoo Hye-Sook, Kang Chan fell asleep the moment he went into his room.

He slept soundly.

By the time he woke up, it was almost 6 pm. He shook his head.

“Ow.”

Kang Chan’s right shoulder and ribs were throbbing as if the adrenaline went away when he woke up. After slowly loosening up, he checked his injuries—his right hand that used to be covered in glass shards, his left hand with stitch scars, his stinging side, and his right shoulder, which had just been stitched so it wouldn’t fall apart.

Even in Africa, it was rare for him to get injured this badly.

He felt like he was getting a vacation after a long battle.

Back then, he’d usually head to a bar and have a nice drink after getting some sleep in him. Unfortunately, he was just a high schooler now. In other words, he would only embarrass himself if he acted hastily and sloppily without Seok Kang-Ho.

Upon hearing noises outside his room, he got out of bed, changed into comfortable workout pants and a shabby shirt to hide his injuries, and...