CHAPTER 25 - REFUSAL

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The yellow of the seating niches, which were located in the entrance hall of the MOA, burned like fire in the eyes

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The yellow of the seating niches, which were located in the entrance hall of the MOA, burned like fire in the eyes. It was a garish color of sunshine yellow and neon yellow that would sting anyone who dared to look too long. The interior designer of this school had let his imagination run wild. None - compiled a palette of colors that included squeaky yellow, yellow and garish.

Supposedly, this architect had been extremely famous and expensive, according to the principal.

No one could believe it.

So the students had to settle for that. At least those in first year classes, because the seniors of the university were used to the colors after all these years. They walked past these chairs, tables and benches every day. Thus took no notice of the color as their minds were busy with exam time. That morning, the clique sat in the same place in the bright entrance hall as usual. Thousands of girls and boys passed them by, casting sidelong glances as usual. The gossip and whispering was overheard and ignored since the fourth year.

"How did your exams go?" wanted to know Soobin, who was the first to join in on the topic. With his big doe eyes, he looked back and forth between his friends.

Taehyun, who had leaned against one of the big pillars because there was no more room for him on the bench, shrugged his shoulders. The boys knew he had the top grade and didn't stress much about exams. After all, he had studied hard for them during the semester break. "As usual," he mumbled, not seeming impressed by the question. His attention settled on Soobin, as if waiting for his answer, not bothering to ask how his other friends were doing. After all, Taehyun knew that except for Soobin and him, no one cared much about his grades.

"I thought the last two questions were the horror!" exclaimed Kai in surprise, drawing his best friend's attention while the brown-haired man slapped his hands in front of his face in exasperation. "Had they mentioned the subject at some point?"

Kai was sure he had gone over everything thoroughly during his tutoring. As much as he could concentrate, after all, his tutor was none other than Lee Heeseung.

He was indignant that he had been forced to improvise during the past exam.

Meanwhile, Yeonjun didn't participate in the conversation, just absently typing away on his smartphone, and his best friend Choi Beomgyu stared holes in the air. Half-heartedly, he listened to his friends' conversation and didn't bother to participate even a tenth. Too many things were circulating in his head, where thoughts about the exams were the least of his worries. Yet it should tangent the long-legged Beomgyu, for lately his grades had been slipping.

He had fallen two places on the board, and if his father should get wind of it ...

God have mercy on him.

"Those were the easiest questions of the whole exam," Taehyun grumbled seriously, sighing at Kai's lack of engagement. He should have put in more effort, then he would have remembered the answers, the straight-A student thought to himself.

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