Chapter 7: Out of the way, dimwits
“What would I know? Especially compared to my seniors who work in the real world,” I say, deliberately emphasizing the word ‘seniors’ and hinting that I’ll be jumping into the world of business administration in the future.
The truth is that I have no intention of doing anything like that, but there’s no problem with getting a nice, twisted expression from Go Min-guk, is there?
“Still, you should have picked up a thing or two,” says one of his friends.
“You’re already twenty-six, so you have to be able to think for yourself,” another chimes in.
Look at these guys. Even bringing up my age despite the fact that they’re about the same age as me. There will always be idiots no matter where you go.
Everyone is looking at me with expressions of anticipation, waiting with bated breath to hear the stupid response I’m about to give.
Someone laughs. “I suppose it’s too hard for you to think of anything to say?” he asks.
“Then can I just say one thing?” I say.
“Oh?”