It was 9 a.m. Even though he had set the alarm for six, he had never heard the alarm. He felt this when he was tossing in his bed without being able to sleep until 2, but it seemed that it would take at least a month to fix the lifestyle patterns engraved into this body.0

Like many youths after their military service, the Han Maru of yesterday was also spending his time just making plans and not carrying any of them out. Getting fully adjusted to society by the end of summer vacation, and then studying for TOEIC and reviewing his major subjects was a grand plan that he devised, but it had become scrapped less than a week later.0

The early morning wake-up had disappeared without a trace after drinking throughout the night with his friends on the fourth day, and the firm determination to study had collapsed in the face of the new game console he bought.0

Just like the famous sayings plastered on the wall, Han Maru's plans were scrapped into the depths of his memories after they didn't bear any fruit, much less a sweet one. It couldn't be helped. If he could do everything he planned, then he wouldn't be human.0

He woke up his stiff body. He had forgotten to look at his own bodily state yesterday because he was busy calling Haneul and going over his memories.0

His arms were sloppy and his belly was round. He didn't have...0