“Art is the realm of talent.”

Lately, looking at Han Jieon makes my blood boil.

Seeing his acting skills, which are always just out of reach, I constantly wonder, 'What does that guy eat to get so immersed?' but I couldn't afford to lose.

If he is talent, I am effort.

I've even memorized your entire script along with mine.

As a result of blood-sweating effort to follow the high standard that is 'you,' it's a bit... funny yet sad that you've become the only rival I need to be conscious of. Well.

For two people competing for first and second place at the acting academy, we're actually pretty close friends.

But the rumors spread strangely. Why? . . . . . One summer day in the heat of exam prep.

This guy, whose expression used to change completely the moment he stepped on stage, suddenly started skipping the academy naturally.

He keeps saying weird things.

Did he get heatstroke or something? . . .

"What, a doctor?"

On the day I dragged Jieon out to the acting academy, we were sitting side by side on a bench. I was quietly listening to him sigh and ramble about his slump and worries, when he suddenly said something totally out of left field about becoming a doctor. You might as well say you're becoming a civil servant!

I almost spat my coffee in his face.

Do you think that makes sense? A guy as flashy as you? Do you think just anyone can be a doctor just because they're smart? You need a sense of justice for that! Oh, you chose it because it's high-income? (You capitalist jerk...)

Honestly, you want to keep acting. Right? Isn't that right?? Looking at Han Jieon, who won't open his mouth, I eventually burst out shouting. . . .

Hey, I'm your rival, okay? Do you want to die?!