“When will this finally end…”

December had arrived, and with it, an unusually early end-of-term ceremony.

Technically, the school was combining the closing ceremony and the start of winter break, but in practice, nothing changed.

Our homeroom teacher was still Teacher Lee Ah-Reum, and Hong Ye-Hwa was still in the same class as me.

At Sa-Jong Arts High, meritocracy reigned supreme.

Students with high grades moved up to Class 1 or 2, while those who couldn’t keep up were sent down.

It was brutal, but in this field, only the talented survive.

Ha Soo-Yul, Choi Ye-Seo, and everyone in our …