The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

Anyway, as per Seo Hojin’s request, I called for a Kakao Black and exited the parking lot.[1]

With the atmosphere now lighter, I took the opportunity to ask all the questions I had been curious about: How’s school life? Do you have friends? Any romantic interests?

At first, Seo Hojin answered casually, but he frowned deeply at the last question.

“Such an old-fashioned thing to say.”

“Fuck…”

After entering college and even becoming the class president, he’d gotten quite sharp and grown-up, managing to turn me into a clueless Paleozoic-era fossil of a returning student with just one sentence.

The funny thing was, I found some satisfaction in that.

At least Seo Hojin seemed to be living well with the common sense of today’s generation.

I spotted the taxi waiting at the requested spot, opened the door, and helped Seo Hojin inside.