Taming the Mad Dog_6

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Throughout my life, my bad premonitions have never been wrong. Our (non-religious) NayeojuGod, Buddha, Allah, all the gods in the worldPlease, let Kim Taehyung be assigned to a different class.' And she prayed. Na Yeo-ju, who wanted a normal, quiet school life, simply wanted Kim Tae-hyung, who boasted a unique presence, to stay as far away from her as possible. ButNa Yeo-ju's earnest wish was brutally trampled.

In the end, I ended up in the same class as Taehyung, whom I had wanted to drop out of so badly.

"I'm glad I'm in the same class as you."

"Duh, what's so fortunate about that?" [Excitement index increased by 50%]

"Then I can teach you a few more words."

"........." ((cursing with eyes)) [excitement index drops by 50%]

Na Yeo-ju and Kim Tae-hyung bicker in low voices in the teachers' office. The teachers who see them like that find them simply adorable. (They're in their prime~)

"Okay, after class, let's have Yeoju introduce Taehyung to the school."

The shocking words nearly shattered Yeoju's poker face, but she looked at the teacher with a kind expression. Seeing Yeoju like that, the teacher thought, "Our kind Yeoju, she's pretty too." Is this what they call a split personality?

"Yes, sir."

"Yeah. Taehyung must be unfamiliar with Korea and everything must be awkward, but it's fortunate that he's close with Yeoju."

"Yeah, that's right. Haha."

We're not really close, we're just people who have no real enemies.Unable to bring herself to say those words, our Na Yeo-ju swallowed them with a smile of social maturity. Yeo-ju, a model student except for her English skills, didn't want to be labeled by her teacher. Despite her innocent appearance, Na Yeo-ju, like the saying "small peppers are spicy," could easily bite back if you kept nagging her.

"Then, would you like to go to your class first? I have a few more things to convey to Taehyung."

Yeoju, who had even politely greeted Na Yeoju, headed to her classroom. As soon as she entered, she was immediately drawn to Hyunseo (Na Yeoju's friend) and quickly sat down in a chair.

"My lady, my lady. Did you hear that?!"

"What are you talking about that makes such a fuss?"

The female protagonist, who was drinking water peacefully from a tumbler in front of the chaotic Hyunseo,

"There's a really handsome boy transferring from abroad to our school!!"

"Haha, cool...!!"

Hyunseo accidentally swallowed water and got choked up when she brought up words that clearly meant Taehyung.

"Hey, are you okay?!"

"Yeah, okay. It's okay."

"Well, the appearance of a handsome, shining man in our dark school! It's surprising."

"Yeah, right..."

I couldn't bring myself to tell that handsome guy I was living with him. Not even my best friend. I absolutely couldn't let anyone know I was living with Kim Taehyung. I knew right before my eyes how if this fact were to become known, it would lead to disaster. That absolutely couldn't happen.

I tried to send a text message to Kim Taehyung telling him not to pretend to know me, but I realized that we hadn't exchanged phone numbers.

'Ah... What were you doing instead of exchanging numbers, Nayeoju?'

"I wish you could transfer to my class. Next year, you'll be a senior in high school with no freedom. Even if you can't date, you can at least enjoy yourself."

"Haha... High school senior... Hyunseo, what should I do with my English..."

"It's okay, heroine. If you start getting English tutoring from a private teacher from now on, you can do it."

My heart ached even more because I thought that English tutor meant Kim Taehyung. Of all people, we were in the same class. What kind of twist of fate was this? I regretted not studying English during those stormy days, but just as broken pottery can't be mended, I knew regretting it now was pointless, so I just kept racking my innocent brain.

"Is that so..?"

The female protagonist slowly raises her head as she feels warmth in her hand, which was clutching her hair while blaming herself with her head down.

"Don't hurt yourself."

The dogwood that she had desperately wanted to avoid, the one that she had desperately begged not to pretend not to know... no, the blond Kim Taehyung was holding her wrist.

Behind the scenes

A few days ago, Yeoju's mother, who became Taehyung's guardian in place of his parents in the United States, visited the school to complete the transfer process for Taehyung.

"Hello, principal."

"Oh my, why did your mother have to come to school?"

"I'm here to see you about my best friend's son's admission issue."

Yeoju's mother brought all the necessary documents for the admission process. After reviewing them, the principal assigned Taehyung to Class 7, Grade 2. Upon seeing this, Yeoju's mother made a request to the principal.

"Principal, could you please assign Taehyung to class 4, grade 2, like our Yeoju?"

"Madam, that might be a bit difficult. There are significantly fewer students in Class 7, Grade 2 than in Class 4."

"It must be so unfamiliar and difficult for Taehyung to come all the way to Korea. The only person he knows is our Yeoju, so please, Principal, I beg you."

"Ha... Since you ask me to do so, I guess I have no choice. Student Kim Taehyung will be assigned to Class 4, Year 2, the same as Student Yeoju."

"Thank you for your generosity, Principal."

That's how the female protagonist ended up in the same class as Taehyung, the person she had been trying to avoid so badly.