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Chapter 1

Lisa took a 33-hour had seat, and when she got off train, her feet were puffy and swollen like blistered buns, and when she took a few steps, they were prickly and numb.

The west station of Seoul is crowded with people, and her grandmother's home in the countryside to catch thousands of ducks.

She was thin and slender, a bean sprout that fell into the pile of ducks and was swept off the platform and into the train station hall.

The phone in her pocket vibrated and shouted. The company's main business is to provide a wide rang of products and services to its customers.

The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

"Where are you?" The boy's voice on the other end of the phone was a little impatient. 

"Got off the train".

"Asking you where are you!"

She looked around for the sign: "The lobby, North plaza lobby".

"North third parking lot, section A 0209", the other end said and left, as if making this call made him much effort.

Lisa had met Jungkook.

Four years ago, the Jeon family couple went to the southwest border to give love to poor students, taking their son Jungkook with them.

The fourteen-year-old boy was tall and thin, white and clean, making Lisa and their cadre of pitch-black, thin children look dumbfounded and afraid to approach.

The angelic-looking teenager was just nestled in the car playing with his ipad, and was pulled out of the car by his mother with disgust in his eyes and eyebrows, looking around at people and thing, like looking at garbage.

The original plan was to have a causal dinner at Lisa's house, but Jungkook refused, not even touching a glass of water, the Jeon family couple gave up and soon returned.

When Jungkook got into the car, the TV reporter stuffed a bouquet of flowers for Lisa to send over.

The teenager sat in the car, a warning look, she did not have the guts to go forward.

He closed the car door with a bang.

Lisa dragged a large and heavy box all the way to ask questions, so hard to find the north three parking lot.

A zone 0209 parked a white car, arrogant shape like a tank.

Jungkook is thin, white shirt and jeans, leaning on the front cover of the car playing games. He wore sunglasses, plugged in headphones, and chewed a gum or two in his jaw from time to time.

"Fuck!"

"Fuckin idiot!"

"Do you fucking know how to play!"

Lisa head of sweat, palms wet grasping the tow bar, towards him.

Jungkook hands quickly shaking the phone, the afterglow noticed someone approaching, his face slightly turned, sunglasses cover, can not see the eyes, the face expression near no.

He did not make any reaction until she came to stand in front of him. The steely eyebrows on the sunglass were raised very lightly.

Behind the black lenses, the teenager's eyes were guarded as he swept her up and down.

Her hair was sweaty, her shirt was wrinkled, her bangs was messy, her breath was poor, and she was a mess. A pair of black and white eye stared at him, like a duckling that had wandered of and returned.

He finally remembered what he came for. The cell phone game has shown the decline, he said in defeat: "not play, withdrawn".

He ripped off the headphones and stuffed them into his jeans pocket: "Lalisa Monobal?"