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Hello.
Hello.
I'm Yang Ho Rang. We were in the same class in middle school.
Yes, I know.
I wanted to be in your class.
You're the top student at our school.
I'll sit next to you, so help me get into a university in Seoul.
Okay?
By the way,
why do you talk in Seoul dialect?
I moved here from Seoul. Didn't you know?
I know, but you moved here when you were in kindergarten.
The teacher's coming!
All right, girls. Get to your senses.
You're 18 years old now.
You're in your junior year.
Also, we obviously have a transfer student.
This is Woo Soo Ji.
She just moved from Jinju. Say hello.
Is that it?
Yes.
Go sit in the empty seat.
What's with her? Is she a volleyball player?
Make sure you get signatures on your report cards.
Ji Ho, are you the top junior student again?
You're second?
If you're second, then who's first?
You're the top student? - Really?
No way.
Soo Ji, teach me. - Me too.
My parents will kill me. - Teach me too.
Get in line, I asked first.
Don't be mean, she can help us both.
Right?
What? She's the top student?
How can she get good marks when she looks like an athlete?
It looked like she always got highest marks in Jinju too.
Do you know why she moved to Namhae?
No. Why?
Her mom ran a brothel in Jinju,
and a married man...
She doesn't have a dad either.
Or he exists, and they just don't know who he is.
Don't tell other people this.
I won't. Why would I?
Look at the stars.
There are so many.
What a bloody boring country town.
What?
Do you want to die?
No! Why?
What's wrong?
I heard you started a rumor saying my mom ran a brothel.
I heard it from someone else.
Is that right?
Did you just hear about her getting into an affair...
with a married man too?
Come on. Who started it?
Hey!
Let her go and talk it out.
Let me go! Let go!
Stay out of this.
No, come with me!
I was so proud to have two top students in my class.
How embarrassing.
Wake up.
Gosh. What are you doing here, Ji Ho?
Hey. It's your fault, isn't it?
Good job.
Come to your senses.
My gosh.
Why do they only hit me? Why only me?
Are stupid girls not human?
You're not much better than me.
You look like dumplings.
You guys are ugly!
Ho Rang, don't cry.
What's this? You're good at talking in Namhae dialect.
If it bothers you so much, then study harder.
It's not something I can help.
If I could help it, I'd already be a top student.
She's crazy.
Stop acting so conceited! I hate you!
Ho Rang. I heard you came to my house.
What kind of childish act is this?
I accept your apology.
Do the questions circled in red three times each.
It'll be on the exam.
Also, don't you dare talk in Seoul dialect in front of me.
I hate it.
You make me laugh.
That's how the three of us became friends.
Hey! Look at this! I got 70!
How is that?
You did so well. - Good job.
You only got three wrong.
Good.
I'm going to get you! You girls!
Hey, I got one!
I got one. - What is it?
I got it. - What is it?
It's huge. It's a bream.
Wow! It's so big!
I want to be an owner.
I'll become an owner.
But you're so smart. Why do you want to run a business?
Be a professor instead.
Or you can get into a conglomerate.
Even if I do, I'll be dependent on my salary.
You only live once. How can you live under someone's orders forever?
I'm going to make my own money.
That's true. She can't work under people with that temper.
I want to marry a successful man who worked hard for it...
and become a housewife.
Someone who worked for it? Why?
You don't want to marry into a rich family?
No.
If he gets money from his parents, I'd have to live with my in-laws.
If the man made it for himself, then it'll be all ours.
Does that mean one of us will marry a professional?
Maybe a doctor or a lawyer?
These days, engineers are the best.
A businessman who graduated from engineering.
That's the type of successful man I dream of.
Ji Ho, what about you?
What do you think? She wants to be a writer. Right?
No.
What is it then?
It's true I want to be a writer because I like writing,
but that's not my dream.
My dream...
is love. - Love?
How can love be a dream?
Your next door neighbor Min Gook likes you.
Date him.
No way, he's ugly.
Date Seung Hoon instead.
It's not like that.
I want to have the love of my life.
I want to meet someone that's like a fate.
That's my dream.
I think I like someone.
What are you talking about?
What? Who?
My husband.
Are you kidding me?
What is this? Are you trying to make us jealous?
Should I say that I love Won Seok here too?
Just go to bed!
Actually, I still don't know...
what marriage means.
However, liking someone...
In life, having one love...
is more than enough.
Something he said keeps on replaying in my heart.
Even the back of his head...
looks charming.
Are you up?
Yes.
Is Kitty feeling better?
Yes. Like the hospital said, it was temporary.
What is it? Do I have something on my face?
Yes.
Handsome.
Is there something on the window?
Should I clean it?
I can see the person I like every day.
Marriage is...
really nice.
You're home?
Mother.
This is pickled deodeok, and this is braised mackerel.
He loves braised fish dishes.
I see.
Why didn't you call first?
Why would I call my son's house?
It's the weekend, so I figured you'd be home.
Let's put this in the fridge.
Yes, of course.
Leave it. I'll do it. - Forget it.
You don't know anything about working the kitchen.
Us experts should take care of housework.
Right, Ji Ho?
Yes.
Here. - Yes, give it to me.
Do you remember Vice-principal Hwang?
He sent us a box of apples.
I had some with your father-in-law, and it's very delicious.
I see. - Do you like apples?
Yes, I do. I'm not a picky eater.
That's great.
Please give...
Give it to me. I'll do it.
I heard you work at a cafe.
Yes, I felt like I should be working.
You were worried your husband might feel burdened, weren't you?
How sweet of you.
Where did he find someone so nice like you?
You didn't forget about the memorial service tomorrow, right?
If you leave work early... - I won't leave work early.
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