Indifferent Physical Education and Twenty-One Kim Hyun-jung × Straightforward Girl Student Council President Nineteen
I woke up to a noisy background. Only a cloud of smoke was wafting over my face. Ruda frowned and screamed. But the others pretended not to hear, continuing to laugh and blow smoke. The smoke continued to rise, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. Finally, I said, "I'm going first," and walked out the door. The friends who finally pretended to hear me gave me a vague wave. What insincere kids. I was upset for no reason, so I turned around and started walking home. While walking down the street, looking at my English vocabulary list, I bumped into someone and fell. "Oh dear..." Ruda looked up, annoyed. A beautiful woman, whose only expression was a "come here," saw Ruda and reached out, asking if she was okay. Ruda firmly grasped her hand, saying she was fine. But her expression didn't look apologetic at all. Still, I appreciated her pretty face, so I let it pass. By the way, there was no such thing as a "Pakku" in Gosam's life. Ruda showed a wound he'd sustained while with his friends earlier, claimed he'd just been hurt, and used that as an excuse to get her number. "Hey!" a man in the distance shouted. The woman nodded vaguely, as if understanding, and said, "I'll write your name on my phone. Leave a message." She then ran toward the man. Ruda stood still, looking at the saved number, repeating the name. This was her first meeting with Kim Hyun-jung.