These were international competitions. Probably one of the most global competitions that were held once a year. Owen was ready, and even if he had to, he would have done everything in his power to win.

A nice bonus was the exchange training in Korea. The guy arrived yesterday, at seven thirty in the morning. And in the evening, after sorting out all his things, Owen packed a briefcase for tomorrow. His main task and mine was Shelly, his childhood best friend.

With a confident gait, the cyclist entered the classroom, leaning his elbow on the door jamb. And when he noticed his best friend's eyes, he grinned. "Well, finally," the guy whispered.

And, moving inside the classroom, he skirted the passers-by. But, taking another step, he bumped into a stranger with his body. "Ouch," the guy said softly, holding the girl by the shoulders. "You have to be careful, otherwise...," Owen didn't finish. He was distracted by the appearance of a stranger, whom he encountered right in the classroom, in full view of everyone. The guy instantly forgot that his arrival was for Shelly. He forgot about everything. One look from this girl made him blush and confuse himself.

Owen laughed nervously and softly, twisting his fingers into his hair. "Damn Korea...," the guy whispered. Pulling on a confident grin, he closed one eye. "The most juice. How are you?"