This little rascal?

Already trying to escape from studying, even at such a young age?

"Jang-myeong?"

Cheong’s eyes twitched as she reached out her hand. Jin Jang-myeong stared at the pale, delicate fingers, his eyes trembling—

"Oh! A butterfly!"

Suddenly, his head whipped around to follow the butterfly. This kid? He really doesn’t want to study, does he?

Cheong decided to deal with Jin Jang-myeong's audacious attempt to dodge studying later.

"Oh, right. Master, here’s a gift from your disciple."

"Heng, why'd you bring me something like this?"

Before Master Cheon Yu-hak could refuse, Cheong quickly handed him the box. …