The transfer student wins the award

threat

It was biology time.
"Lady, wake up."
I woke up at the teacher's call.
"What is the function of Rubisco among the photosynthetic enzymes in plants?"
"..."
I can't answer.
The difficulty level was too difficult.

"Fed, wake up."

The Fed has risen.
I chuckled to myself. I knew the difficulty level of the problems the biology teacher gave, but this would be too difficult for a transfer student.

But that thought soon turned to shame.

"What is the function of Rubisco among the photosynthetic enzymes in plants?"
"...fixes CO₂ to form 3-PGA. It is also related to photorespiration."

"…That's right. Sit down."

The classroom became quiet.
The friend sitting next to me whispered in my ear.

"Hey, heroine... Seriously, who is this guy? Are you really going to be the first to get pushed around?"

That's ridiculous.
I organized, memorized, and reviewed without missing a single moment.
I feel like everything I've built up so far is being threatened by a single transfer student.

It was strange.
And somehow, I felt bad.




Break time.
I quietly approached her seat. She was sleeping again. How could she get first place like this? I didn't understand.

At that time, my friend called me.
"Hey lady"
"huh?"
"This transfer student is perfect, isn't he?"
That made me a little sad. That's what I've heard!
"I know.."
Even though you said that, I didn't want to admit it
"He's handsome and studies well. He's crazy!"
"..."

I didn't laugh.
No. I couldn't laugh.

Yeah, he was perfect. I thought he was perfect.
But I didn't want to admit it.
Because if I admit it, it feels like everything is taken away.
Transfer student...who are you?