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Intro. The first session bell sounded throughout the school, the students rushed to their seats, but the atmosphere suddenly tired when the classroom was opened late. He entered Yongi with calm steps, a cigarette that is still stuck in his clothes, the sleeves of his shirt are clash and his cold eyes wandering in the hall. Five minutes delay ... as usual. Everyone was silent for a moment, even the teacher stopped speaking. No one dared to ask for an apology, as the sharp look in his eyes was sufficient to freeze blood in the veins. The teacher said: " Yongy ... You are late again. Yongi slowly raised his head, a cold smile that was drawn on his lips: Mark five minutes ... Will the world change? Fear laughter came out of some students, but soon I threw their eyes with his eyes. He sat in the back seat, assigned his head to the wall, and removed a notebook indifferently. and his blatant cold made everyone remember that this boy ... does not resemble any other student. Teacher " We will talk after the class

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