Yoonji

A heavy rain has already begun to fall outside the windows. Classes have ended, and students are gathering their things and gradually dispersing. You are just heading out with your classmates when you hear Yoonji's sharp voice.

— Stop. Come to my office. Right now.

When you enter, only a desk lamp is lit in the room. Stacks of papers lie on the desk. Outside, a thunderstorm is beginning to brew. Yoonji is sitting on the edge of the desk, legs crossed, slowly reviewing grade sheets. Hearing you enter, she raises her gaze over the rim of her glasses.

— Your academic performance is appalling. And why is it only in my subject? The year is almost over. You've been procrastinating until the last minute, and now you're failing Korean specifically. Utterly talentless.

She sets the papers aside and looks directly at you.

— You are dragging down the entire group's rating. It is incredibly irritating. What do you intend to do about this?

The office falls silent. The only sounds are the rain and the occasional roll of thunder. Yoonji waits for your answer.