"I mean, I'm going to an acting school myself, but when I look at them, I feel pity. They go to cram schools right after they finish school, and once they're done with that, they'll have to go home and revise before sleeping, right?"

"I'm sure they're busier than most salarymen out there."

"How many do you think are going to cram schools because they want to?"

"I don't know. Among them, there might be some who are going to cram schools because they like math, English, physics, and whatnot."

"Do you think such people really exist?"

"Maybe one in a hundred? Or a thousand?"

Even though the sun had long set, the signboard of various cram schools brightened up the streets, perhaps enough for cars to not turn on their headlights.

Seungah looked at the students being sucked into the cram schools lined up side by side. If she was not acting, she would be among those people.

"Miss your school subjects?" her instructor said.

"No way. Oh, were you a good student in school?"

"Me, I was about average."

"I can believe anything else you say, but why is it that you don't sound persuasive right now?"

"You're joking around now that the lesson is over, huh?"

"I'm doing this only because the lesson is over."

They walked forward, passing through the place filled...