The Physics class was in its usual atmosphere not until the door abruptly opened with a very loud thud, causing the students to grimace on their seats.
A charcoal-haired guy with gray highlights went inside the room with a black jamsport bag hung on his left shoulder. He went straight to his seat, ignoring the old woman's piercing stare behind his back from making such a scene.
"At least greet your professor, Mr. Park!" The old professor blurted out, obviously mad.
Kasmir looks at her dismissively, sure with those lazy and cold orbs, he says uninterestedly, "Morning."
The old woman groaned in frustration. She slid her hands inside her uniform's pocket, pulling out small piece of paper which is actually a detention slip.
"Not because you're the director's son you can do this to me! I w
