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Walking up the stairs to the 8th floor, Maru was able to catch up with the blue-shirt, Yoo Jiseok, who was struggling to pull the cart up the stairs.

“Why are you so late?” He asked with a flushed expression.

“Jeez, you’re a strange guy.”

“Speak later and help me pull this up the stairs. I somehow managed to pull it up here from the 7th floor, but I reached my limit.”

It seemed that the loaded cart was rather heavy for Jiseok, who was 170cm tall and quite skinny. He probably only got here with the help of the lady who carried the contents of the cart up the stairs by hand.

“Careful. You’ll get hurt.”

The lady came down and spoke, her expression full of worry.”

“It’s fine. We can pull this up the stairs in one go if we felt like it. Right?”

He didn’t sound that convincing since he was panting heavily. Not only that, since when were they on such close terms? Maru clicked his tongue and stood next to Jiseok.

“I’ll pull from the front. You push from the b…”

“Nah, get out of the way. It’ll be dangerous for a rookie to be at the front.”

“This thing is heavy, though.”

“That’s because you aren’t using your strength the correct way.”

Pushing Jiseok aside, Maru grabbed the bottom of the cart and put the weight against his waist and thighs.

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