Sarang-eul nochida Page #2

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C'mon! For people like you, you should

get insurance for your body...

Hmm. Okay~ stop crying and

tell me what happened.

Umm, this is Coco's picture.

Sir, I have to find Coco.

- My Coco...

- Your name is Seul-Gi, right?

Now, stop crying.

Good...

I will talk to the doctor

so go on and sit over there.

- Seul-gi, go on.

- good girl.

We'll try to find it

but it's difficult for

us to take care of

small things like this.

Okay, please fill out this

form first. Those pricks!

Hey, kids. Hey, hey, hey.

It's too noisy here.

Shh! Sit down. One, two.

You got into a fight

and what good excuses

have you grotto say? Huh?

Man... look at this

punk's head.

Look at the color.

Crazy...

And what are you guys doing out

so late fighting?

You should be studying!

Does fighting help you

get good grades?

Stupid kids...

Hello, I'm from

Seo-il High School.

Ah, they got into a fight.

They say that this kid

suddenly punched

without any reason.

Man, I told you these f***ers

first hit on Hae-sook.

Hae-sook? Who's Hae-sook?

A sophomore at Jeonghwa

Women's High School.

She's my girlfriend.

Sh*t, liar...

She ain't your girl.

You've never even spoken to her.

I have, you a**hole.

All you said was 'please hold

onto my bag'. Pathetic.

Even though we're friends, you're really

pathetic, stupid ass.

What now? Wanna fight?

Stupid. What are you

flaring nose for, huh?

Is this what I get for fighting

for you? A**hole.

You? You haven't done anything!

Be quiet.

Look at your face.

You think it's cool?

Who doesn't know how to

fight, huh? Bastards...

And what's this? Why are their

faces all clean?

Hahahahaha.

only you guys got beat up?

Stop laughing, stop, stop!

You've got flaming head.

It's on fire.

Put it out. Stupid.

What's this?

Take off your wig, geek.

And what's this?

What's this? You're f***ing ugly.

You suck at studying,

suck at rowing, fighting.

What are you good at,

huh? Dork!

What are you

looking at now? Geez...

That woman has been

staring at you, coach.

Have a seat.

I'll get coffee.

Ok.

You smoke?

Oh yeah.

Not good at it.

I just smoke a few...

Once in a while when

I feel like it.

You've changed a lot.

Be quiet. Stay.

Samwol! Stay!

Qulet. Good boy.

Sh*t. Samwol?

What a plain name!

It doesn't fit his look.

He's my husband.

I thought you were married.

None of our friends

knew what you were up to.

I'm divorced.

Pick up your pace, fellas!

Harder!

Sh*t...

I said harder!

Yeap!

Catch fast.

More weight on one leg!

Stop.

Get up you f***ers!

If I catch your little asses

smoking again in the bathroom,

you're all dead! Got that?

Back to your positions!

You little punks! Now!

Ready, row.

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