My Cold Prince's
12

Minjoo crouched down, picking up one by one volleyballs scattered on the field. His legs are starting to cramp now.

Ten minutes ago, Hyewon returned to the classroom because Minjoo himself told her to. Minjoo doesn't want Hyewon to be late in the next lesson.

Now, there is only Minjoo alone in the school field. Minjoo stared at every corner of the field. There are three more balls that have not been picked up.

"Come on. A little more done Minjoo. The spirit!"

And...

Finally, all finished volleyballs are put into the basket.

phyuu..

Minjoo sat down for a moment to unwind. He rubbed his feet and massaged them slowly, from the knees to the heels.

Minjoo wiped away the sweat that was on the temple. For a moment, he glanced at his watch. Minjoo was startled, as he was already ten minutes late in the next lesson.

Minjoo chuckled, recalling the next lesson after the sport.

"Physics??"

Minjoo poked his head slowly when he realized that the next lesson was Physics.

The one who teaches Physics is Bu Eunbi. Rumors from some upperclassmen say that Miss Eunbi is the most killer teacher in her school. At least tolerant of the slightest error or violation.

"Yes my... Could die me." he muttered.

Minjoo stood up quickly and carried his basket containing volleyballs to the gym equipment room.

Because of the rush, Minjoo dropped the basket when he was about to lift it and all the balls back volinya scattered on the field.

Damn.

Minjoo grunts as well. He's very frustrated now. The fact that the volleyball he had collected with great difficulty finally came back, forcing him to pick it up again. This is the same as working twice. In addition, Minjoo's legs are now also sprained and make it difficult to walk.

"Ah.. This punishment was not as easy as I imagined. Or am I the only one who's careless?" Minjoo.

Minjoo breathed a heavy sigh. Inevitably, Minjoo had to pick up his volleys one by one.

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Meanwhile, Hyewon in class was panicked because from earlier Minjoo still had not returned from the field. Bu Eunbi entered the class fifteen minutes ago. Bu Eunbi also had time to ask about the whereabouts of Minjoo and was angry earlier.

Hyewon glanced at Minjoo's empty seat. Every now and then he glanced at a wall clock attached to the front wall of the classroom.

Hyewon has not even focused on learning right now.

"Mom, I'll excuse you. I want to go to the toilet."

Junho got up from his seat and made all pairs of eyes focus his gaze towards him.

Bu Eunbi stopped her teaching activities for a moment.

Honestly, Bu Eunbi does not like if there are students who are allowed in the middle of her teaching hours, and also does not like when there are students who interrupt when she is busy explaining the material.

Junho nodded.

Bu Eunbi walked over to Junho.

"You know what I don't like the most?. Have you never heard of it from the upperclassman?"

Junho grinned.

"I've never heard of it.  But is it a mistake or a violation when I just ask permission to go to the toilet?." Junho said as he turned around asking. Junho spoke casually, without the slightest fear.

"You interrupted my conversation while I was explaining it. You're making class concentration crumbles and I don't like that." Said Miss Eunbi in a fiery manner.

Junho ignored Bu Eunbi who was looking at him sharply right now.

"Okay, then I'm sorry. But can I still get out?"

Bu Eunbi grinned.

"If you want to be punished, then go ahead!"

And Junho completely dropped out of the classroom after that.

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Junho walked down the classroom hallway. It was unclear where he wanted to go, but the truth was that Junho's words about going to the toilet were a lie. Junho doesn't really want to go to the toilet, but just wants to get out of class because he feels too tired.

Just then, Junho met Minjoo who seemed like he was about to walk towards the classroom.

Minjoo and Junho's steps both stopped. They were both staring at each other right now.

"Where are you going?" Minjoo asked, a little awkward.

Junho did not reply and only raised both his shoulders.

"You-your-leg?" junho asked somewhat hesitantly, looking at Minjoo's feet. Junho only felt a little strange with Minjoo's gait that had been limped earlier.

"It's okay. Just sprained when picking up the ball on the field earlier."

Minjoo grimaced and looked at Junho stiffly.

"I'm sorry, but I have to rush to class." Minjoo.

Minjoo again limped with his injured leg. Just three steps back, Junho suddenly pulled his right wrist from behind and took him somewhere.

Minjoo is not evasive, but resigned. Minjoo was startled and just looked at Junho with his confusion.

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