The transfer student wins the award

Transfer student

Moago, 3rd grade, class 4.
It was a perfect world for the heroine.

Always number one.
I was always the class president, always had the teachers' trust, and thought it was natural to live up to the expectations of my friends.

but.

“A new student has joined our class starting today. Should I introduce myself?”

The door opened with the homeroom teacher's words
At that moment, the air in the classroom changed.

“Hello. This is Choi Yeonjun. How are you?”

A soft, low voice.
Calm eyes.
And an expression that seemed like it was smiling or not.

The whole classroom was in an uproar in an instant.

“Wow… he’s handsome.”
“Your voice is crazy.”
“Aren’t you a celebrity?”

The heroine rested her chin on her hand and looked out the window, then turned her head.
And I saw him.
Transfer student Choi Yeonjun.

Just 3 seconds
In those 3 seconds, the heroine's world began to change.



“Hey hey, this time the transfer student ranked first in the exam!”

“I heard the class president is a transfer student too?”




3 weeks.
In just three weeks, Yeoju lost both the first place and class president titles.

“What the heck, seriously? Where did that kid suddenly appear from?”

The heroine sat at the end of the hallway, muttering as she pressed the drink pack with her fist.

“Everything I’ve been building up… she took it all in one go.”

At that moment.
I heard footsteps quietly entering the hallway.

“Yeoju.”

A voice that is familiar yet unfamiliar.
When I raised my head, Yeonjun was looking down at Yeoju.

"…why?"

The female protagonist asked deliberately coldly.

Yeonjun sat down without saying anything and handed over a small note he was holding in his hand.

“Student council meeting. The teacher wants both you and me to attend.”

“……Do you want to do it together?”

“Yeah. He told me to get advice from the former president.”

The heroine snorted.

“Advice? You should figure it out yourself. You’re going to figure it out anyway.”

Yeonjun blinked and looked at Yeoju.

“…I told you to figure it out yourself?”

The way he spoke was so calm that it made the female protagonist feel even worse.

“Okay. Do whatever you want.”

A quiet hallway.
At Yeoju's words, Yeonjun lowered his head, then raised it again.

And then he smiled slowly.

“Okay…okay”

The heroine threw the drink pack away in annoyance.


That look in your eyes from earlier.
The heroine became even angrier at the sight of that calm expression.

"it's okay."

After saying that, Yeoju jumped up from her seat.
Looking at her back, Yeonjun muttered to himself.

“Information received.”