How to Buy a Friend (Friendship Contract / Gyeyakwoojung / 계약우정)

Why the heck am I sitting in this place?

Where on earth did it all go wrong?

Tada. Legendary winner in a match of 10 to 1.

He died a heroic death.

You said you were a good fighter like Iron Man.

You've got to be kidding me.

Before your face gets hurt more...

- hand it over. - No way!

If you don't hand it over, your friend will die.

He's not my friend. We had a contract.

Heo Don Hyuk, I shouldn't have been involved with you.

You're getting on my nerves.

This is wrong.

This darn,

nonsense, crazy situation came to be...

because wet sand...

remembers one's footprints.

What?

That's right. I shouldn't have bothered to write a poem.

Everything started...

because of that darn poem.

Mom!

- Mom! - What is it?

- Why didn't you wake me up? - What?

It's your vacation.

School starts today.

- Right, I forgot. - Did you pay for the tuition fee?

Gosh, didn't it come to your mind?

Mind your grades.

You're so peaceful for someone who'll be a senior in a month.

Gosh, stop nagging the kid.

Son, have breakfast before you go.

I'm late.

It won't kill you to be a little bit more late.

Just keep things average.

Yes, keep things average like your father.

- Just as he does. - My goodness.

How can you always aim high?

You've got to look down sometimes...

- like water flows. - I'll be going now.

Eat your breakfast before you go.

The water will overflow!

Goodness.

I told you not to put that on the table!

We don't have any space to put things.

I should throw it away.

You shouldn't always aim high as Dad said.

I realized that was the truth from early on.

At one point, being average became my goal.

Maybe that's why.

My height, weight, even grades are...

just the average for an 18-year-old.

It's Um Sae Yun.

She's the prettiest girl in Jaeil High School.

She even gets straight As.

I can't even dare to have a conversation with her.

Would she...

even know I exist?

So, Boy,

forget your ambition and throw it away.

Let wild animals have it.

My face is just too common.

Did you bring it? Did you?

- Your bag looks nice. - What is this?

I'm not very visible.

At least, I don't become prey.

- This is why my nickname is... - Hey, ninja!

Ninja.

I'm everywhere so it's hard...

- to guess exactly where I am. - You psycho!

- I'm Ninja. - Ninja!

Guys and girls have different classrooms. This is not coed!

- They should've mixed us some way. - You'll be recycled anyway.

Well, I'm kind of unique, aren't I?

- Crazy jerk. - Ninja! Follow me.

(What could you possibly do with a poem?)

What is a poet?

A poet sees the world in a different way.

He has a different point of view.

If people in this world see this mire...

and call it smelly, dirty...

- and frown... - Teacher of literature,

Woo Tae Jung, also known as Spitting Woo.

A dirty flower bloomed from dirty mud.

It stinks!

It's dirty and hideous. How hideous!

He's so crazy about poems...

that whenever the topic comes up, he becomes too excited.

That is what I call a real poet.

That's what I think. Are you ready to discover the truth?

- Yes. - Let's begin.

We're looking for someone to represent the school,

so you'll be appropriately punished for not doing your best.

Anyone who has finished may leave.

("I might be more stupid than fish locked in a fishbowl.")

Are you out of your mind? Those are song lyrics.

Old guys don't know Beenzino.

I'll get this done quickly and go to lunch.

You should write one quickly too.

Today's lunch is pork cutlet and stir-fried spicy pork.

Then I'll write E Sens's lyrics.

Sweet choice, man.

Who is giggling?

Have you done writing? Let me see.

"I might be more stupid than fish..."

"locked in a fishbowl."

You have that about you, Kyung Pyo. It's quite confessional.

I like your honesty. Pass.

What was she looking at?

- Do you think the rumors are true? - What rumors?

You know our senior, Seo Jung, who committed suicide a year ago.

She fell on the flower bed and died.

Who?

You know on the day you had your accident.

The school was turned upside down.

You might not remember due to the accident.

There was a rumor about speed dating before she died.

There was a lot of talk about it.

- Weird pictures also went around. - You're kidding.

She took her life because of her grades? That's too bad.

I'm never giving up my life for such things.

Depressed about grades? That's what police say.

The police couldn't find her cellphone.

Why do you think that is?

She must've hidden or gotten rid of it.

Why would she hide that?

Rumor has it that Sae Yun and Seo Jung...

were something like a couple.

- They could have kissed... - That's nonsense.

Why would she date a girl? And as you know...

- Sae Yun was... - Why are you acting up, you jerk?

Hey, Chan Hong.

What is it? Did I say something wrong?

- We'll run out of pizza bread. - Hey, you!

She never dates anyone, even though she's so pretty.

- Does that make sense to you? - So, they loved each other?

That's it, but when Seo Jung got a boyfriend, that was it for them.

- Mi Ra, what is it? - Hey, King Psycho.

Are you a pervert? What are you looking at?

I wasn't looking at you, and I'm definitely not a pervert.

Don't stare at us. It gives me goosebumps.

- What a psycho pervert. - Goodbye!

See? It's like she was mad at us for ogling at her lover.

- Those two are suspicious. - Ninja.

Ninja!

Oh, Ninja.

- Hey, Ninja's here. - Oh, you were here?

- Yes, I was. Why? - Spitting Woo wanted to see you.

- What? Why? - What about me? Do I have to go?

- No, just Chan Hong. - Yes!

- Beenzino's raps are the best. - I can't believe this.

How come Beenzino is okay but E Sens isn't?

E Sens?

Mr. Woo. I'm sorry...

It's you this time.

You'll be the representative of this school.

Look at your writing.

The sentences, the title.

If you can write this good in the contest...

you'll be able to win an award.

Let's try this.

- Your application will look good. - Mr. Woo,

- it's not... - Everyone, please focus.

I think we'd hear some good news from this year's writing contest.

We found a great poet.

Here, read it out loud.

Mr. Woo.

Don't be embarrassed. You have talent. Read it confidently.

Come on.

Do I really have to read this?

Then I'll read it.

Title.

"Poison" by Park Chan Hong.

"The memories..."

"covered by dust after much time has passed."

"The poison that gathered in me with the passing time."

"My urge to be free has grown..."

"so much."

"These days, I am..."

"about..."

"About half dead."

Is he crying?

I'm sorry. Let me continue.

"All that's in front of me is..."

That's good, Ninja.

He finally shows himself. Tada.

What do I do? I've never written a poem before.

I'm just going to go and confess right now.

Hey!

If you go and tell the truth, I'm sure...

you'll be going through the fiery pit.

What's more, you might drag me down with you.

You traitor. I'm going crazy.

There's nothing to a poem.

Write down your desires with reason. That's it.

Put what your lower half is thinking to your brain.

- Then write it down nicely. - I really...

want to kill you.

Now, use me as an ingredient and come up with an inspiration.

Use me!