Undercover High School (언더커버 하이스쿨)

Buddha.

Our Hae Seong...

My Lord.

Please...

Begin.

Someone needs...

to explain.

Surprise!

Surprise!

Hae Seong!

Gosh, guys. You startled me.

Surprise.

I guess this is our first time meeting.

You see,

I'm Hae Seong's boss at his part-time job.

And I'm an employee there.

I see.

Hello.

I'm Oh Su A, Hae Seong's homeroom teacher.

I see.

- And him? - He's also an employee,

but don't mind him and his narcolepsy.

Bury him under the covers.

There.

Why are people from his part-time job even here?

Sorry?

This doesn't seem normal if you ask me.

That you're here,

that you were in the closet,

and that you're wearing shoes.

Sorry. I'm not trying to be suspicious.

But you said this was a surprise...

even though Hae Seong was home all day.

Does she think she's Sherlock Holmes?

Hae Seong, I think I'm going to need...

answers to my questions.

Well, you see... Actually...

- Hae Seong! - Hae Seong!

Ms. Oh, how could you?

How could you be so cruel to someone sick?

Hae Seong, stay with me.

You can't die!

Don't you die.

Hae Seong!

Hae Seong, don't die.

Hold on. Hae Seong?

Don't!

You're one cruel lady.

But I... Hold on.

Are you all right? Excuse me.

Time's up. Hands on head.

Those in the back will collect the answer sheet.

Good work on the exam.

I'll see you at the end of school.

- Sure. Bye. - Bye.

How did you do?

What was your answer to question number 17?

Mi Jeong.

I've been thinking about us for the past few days.

Why are you out here?

Mi Jeong, these past few days...

Mi Jeong, these past few days,

I thought deeply about...

- my feelings for you. - What?

That kiss in the closet.

It was a first.

It shocked me to the core like never before.

Agent Park... Actually, no.

As of this moment, I'll see you as a peer.

You are a sinner who stole my lips.

If love were a crime,

you'd be sentenced to life in prison.

I've been giving you leeway only because you're my junior,

but this is how you repay me? What was that?

Go Yeong Hun.

Who do you think you are speaking to me...

like I'm one of your classmates?

Address me in that sense again,

and I'll crack your skull open. Got it?

Got it?

I'll dismiss what you just said.

Let's go eat.

Move it!

There are layers to her.

She's even more mesmerizing.

What's taking them so long?

- Tell me about it. - Let's have a glass.

You were already here.

- Where's Yeong Hun? - Behind you.

Right. Let's eat before the meat burns.

Enjoy, Mi Jeong.

I mean, Agent Park.

Why did you address her casually but in an awkward manner?

- Sorry? - Something happened, didn't it?

- No. - Yes.

Nothing happened, sir. Let's move on.

Did you do well on your midterms?

Don't ask him that.

I asked Yu Jeong today and got my ears chewed off.

Anyway, it was rough.

You also had it rough with the praying...

and such.

Here.

All right. This first glass is for us all.

- Good job, guys. - Good job.

Hae Seong.

Did anything happen between you and Ms. Oh since that day?

Not really.

I thought about it and...

she must find it suspicious.

Isn't it obvious?

You all fell out of my closet. That's more than chaotic.

You actually sound like a teenager now.

Stop it with that language. It's not you.

Anyway, we need to be more careful.

She's hard to predict which is why I'm mindful of her.

For the sake of this mission, I should keep my distance...

Why did he suddenly stop talking?

He has the face of a suspect...

who's for real guilty about something.

As if.

Hurry and eat. The boss is buying.

Go on.

What about Hae Seong?

It's more than just suspicious.

There could be a chance he isn't a student.

Oh, dear.

The suspicious man I saw in the old building.

He looked...

so much like Jeong Hae Seong.

That Mr. Gu he dragged...

to the Anti-School Bullying Committee.

How could a high school student...

have subdued a thug?

And what the weirdest was...

What a bunch of weirdos.

Darn it.

Is that 7665?

That makes no sense.

How can a high school student drive a car?

And those three in that rooftop unit.

They definitely smell of something.

He must've repeated a few years...

and has a fake driver's license.

You said he openly had drinks.

His student record says he's 17.

Darn it, what's his deal?

My head's throbbing.

Having too many doubts is also a sickness.

Enough with the nonsense and drink.

Midterms are over.

Cheers.

He's not that guy, is he?

He is?

Who is she talking about?

Come on. Not again.

Don't be like this.

- What the... - Come on.

What is this woman doing here?

Hey.

Get a grip on yourself.

Excuse me.

You're at the wrong house, so run along.

You seem to be plastered. Are you all right?

My gosh.

Mom, did you catch a cold?

Your mom?

I'm not your mom.

You have the wrong house... Are you kidding me?

Mom, I love you.

I love you.

And thanks.

Su A is drunk.

Please let me in.

For your cute daughter.

- Mom, are you upset? - What on earth?

- Please don't be upset. - Why is she here?

What are you doing at someone else's house?

Have you lost your mind?

Get over here.

What a huge inconvenience.

- Oh, no. - Mom, someone's taking me.

What? What was that?

- Mom, it's bad. - What's wrong?

My mom won't open the gate.

Cut the nonsense and get over here.

- Hold on. You can't do this. - Come here.

Hold on. Goodness, I'm so sorry.

I'm afraid she drank a bit too much.

She's harmless though.

- Mom... - I'm so sorry.

- Open the gate. - Walk in a straight line.

- Good night, then. - Walk.

- Sure. - Go.

Where's your head at?

- But... - Unbelievable.

- My gosh. - Goodness.

Why are you pulling my arm?

Are you kidding me?

- You'll be the death of me. - Do better, okay?