It was mid-July. The first-semester finals were over, and all that remained was to wait for summer vacation. The classroom was filled with a languid atmosphere, a pleasant drowsiness where even the noisy cicadas seemed like a lullaby. And then, suddenly, it happened. A girl hurried over to me and opened with an outrageous request: "Sorry to ask, but could you die for me?" With one demand after another being hurled at me, my mind quickly reached a state of total overload. And then, to top it all off, the girl confessed her love to me...