There were three taboo topics to talk about while drinking: politics, religion, and favorite baseball teams. The moment any one of them became the topic of the conversation, food would start flying everywhere, and drinks would start rising into the sky.

“This is why the ruling party is shit. Just look at what happened today! Just look at those bastards! Is the National Assembly a wrestling ring? Why do I have to see a shoulder throw in the National Assembly?”

“Is the opposing party any better? The Lee Joongho you liked so much did a flying kick.”

“Hey, we’re talking about defeating enemies. A flying kick? I’m disappointed they didn’t go further.”

“For someone who was just talking about wrestling rings, you sure are infinitely forgiving when it comes to your party.”

Writer Bae Chulho and writer Ahn Pilhyun looked like they were about to grab each other’s collars.

Changsung, who was stuck in the middle, shook his head as he drank the rice wine. Those two were going at this for two hours now. Around an hour ago, they were fighting about which baseball players were good or bad. It seemed that they supported different baseball teams. They started pointing at each other with displeased faces, so Changsung was worried that a fight would break out.

However, they started laughing and drinking together in a friendly fashion as though they didn’t fight at all, but...