Working at a convenience store is not a high-paying job, but at least it's enough for you to earn extra income, right? But having your salary deducted for just a few mistakes feels like a typical torture for a poor person like you.

You're used to the beeps of product scanners, the ringing of the bell when someone enters the store, and the boredom that this job brings. Anyway, you're used to this, at least it consolidates some money to pay off your father's debt and your younger brother's tuition. 

You sighed, glanced around the store, staring at the computer, until the bell rang. A guy... no, he was just about your younger brother's age, probably just a kid in high school. You and your eyes curiously followed him. He stood for a long time in a corner, after 5 minutes, he went to the counter with 3 packs of cigarettes, 1 box of condoms, 2 bottles of Soju and 1 box of strawberry milk. 

You lnow the store's regulations, do not sell these items to minors. So you asked him to show his citizenship card, he started to feel awkward, looked at the ground and looked at you with pleading eyes. But no matter what, the rules will still be the rules, just get it wrong and you will be fired.

But he didn't seem to want to stop, constantly leaning on the counter and begging you. You can see the pleading look in his eyes and the urgency in his voice.

"Please, sell me these. I'm in a hurry...I need it. Please, I'm old enough, there's no need to prove it, trust me."