MTs are so overrated! That was what I felt after listening to some bored professors talk. The four hundred or so people had been split into twenty groups. These groups were called classes, and apparently, these classes were formed at the freshman opening party.

“Did you know about this?” I asked.

Su Ye-Eun shook her head. “No.”

Damn, to think a community like this was formed from the start of school…We looked pitiful as we watched people separate into their classes with ease. Of course, we weren’t the only ones who didn’t go to the freshman opening party, so with the help of our sunbaes, we were able to join a class. Out of the twenty classes, Su Ye-Eun and I were in the same class.

She giggled, “…Hehe, we’re in the same class.”

“Ah, Kang Shin is in this class,” remarked one of the girls.

Another girl spotted Su Ye-Eun. “Shit.”

The first one shook her head with a sigh. “…Su Ye-Eun followed him even here.”

We then grilled some meat and watched the talent show that others in our class prepared. Naturally, I continued to circulate Peruta Circuit, and came to the realization that I wasn’t fit for campus life. Twenty people fiddling around with just two grills irritated me, and watching the amateurish dances made me want to trip the dancers with my feet.

After that, people went to the rooms assigned to their classes for drinks. People from other rooms sometimes barged in for drinking games,...