"AHHH!! YUJIN! It's you!"
"Shut the fuck up! That's why I have been so fucking annoyed all this time!"
"Wait wait, don't move let me get off!" Albert yelped as I tried to stand up. The weights on my back swayed, but the bastard managed to jump off at the right time.
I bit my lips in annoyance and stood up, without letting my hands touch the ground or the weights. The heavy stacks totaling 900 kilos fell on the ground of the gym, giving rise to a giant cloud of dust.
I stared at the man in front of me. In the first place, I couldn't recognize anyone. Yet, there wasn't much of a doubt.
"You really are, Albert Wessler?"
"And you're Yujin Han. I can't believe this."
"Well," I said. "It's different now. It's not right to call me Yujin Han. I am Eugene Hall."
"Hah!? That's a load of crap—Wait, wait, wait!"
Albert suddenly scuttled in front of me and glared at my face. He held my shoulders and observed me from a dozen angles before stepping back with a mouth agape.
