Choi Beom-gyu viewed Kim Yeo-ju as an obstacle, shattering the trust he had worked so hard to build. As a result, not only did Kim Yeo-ju tend to speak sharply, but she also frequently found herself being asked slightly awkward questions by everyone.
“Beomgyu, do you hate Yeoju?”
“Do you see it?”
“Yeah, is it because you can see it on your face? Whenever I see the female lead, your brows just furrow.”
"...I see"
"Do you know the rumor going around the whole school right now? Your reputation must be so good. Everyone's going crazy, wondering who the stormy transfer student is that's bothering you."
“I didn’t know there was a rumor going around.”
"Well, anyway, I think there's a reason you dislike me. You're not the type to dislike someone for no reason, so there must be a reason."
“There’s a reason for everything I hate...”
Even after much thought, he couldn't find an answer to why he disliked Kim Yeo-ju so much. "Oh, it's annoying." Beom-gyu, his neatly organized hair disheveled, clutched his pounding head and made a rash decision.
“Let’s think about it, there are so many reasons to dislike it that there’s no clear answer.”