Lee Hyun went around the professors and drank the offered alcohol without leaving a single drop.
Doing so to earn the credits from the professors to be able to make his college life more favorable.
Flattery through drinking spirit!
To the strong the weak, and to the weak be strong! (I think it means…the weak sucks up to the strong, while the strong takes care of the weak.)
There was something wrong with this old saying.
But it’s a reasonable law for people to live by.
“Lee Hyun Oppa. Please help me here.”
“What is it.”
“Please light this fire here.”
There was a motive behind them to substantially changed the way the addressed him. Most of them, including the returning students, cautiously changed the way they addressed him to Oppa.
But with Lee Hyun lack of sensibility, he did not budge. He spat his words out as dry as the desert.
“Use a lighter.”
Lee Hyun built a cheeky facial expression. Nevertheless, the students did not give up.
“I want to see you make the fire using woods.”
Those who acted cold toward him before also showed their interest.
“Come here.”
“We owe you a drink.”
With motives of getting along with the Lee Hyun, the seniors called him over for a few words.
Especially with the female seniors, as he felt their intensity in their stares.
The focused eyes of strong stallions!
With their forcefulness and sizable groups, he had no choice but to quietly go to where the voices beckoned.
“The seniority isn’t that important, ok?”
“Look at those leg muscles. So solid. Hohoho.”
Lee Hyun had not grown accustomed to this.