When Kang Chan sharply turned his gaze, Seok Kang-Ho suddenly held out a cigarette.

“There’s a weird look in your eyes again,” said Seok Kang-Ho.

This man was clearly evolving.

“Captain.”

“Just light your cigarette!”

Kang Chan handed over one of the two matches that he had lit up to Seok Kang-Ho.

“Do you know what the look in your eyes was like when we were talking about Gérard?” Seok Kang-Ho asked.

It was already dark, so the air from outside the window wasn’t hot.

“You looked like a homesick new recruit. You deny it, but don’t you want to go back?”

Is that true?

“If you like Mi-Young, then just tell her that you like her. You’re still in high school, so you can sleep with her after you graduate. Either way, find a place to put your heart in aside from your parents. I’m afraid I’d get a postcard someday that says, ‘I’m writing this on my way to Africa,’ when I wake up.”

Kang Chan blankly got lost in his thoughts. Did he really want to go back to Africa? Even though they had already gotten their revenge...