In keeping with the chilly, colorful weather, Kim Yeo-ju headed to school wearing the tteokbokki coat, a staple of autumn and a school uniform. Kim Yeo-ju's coat has a story behind it: she bought it last year, then tucked it away in her closet, and almost forgotten about. Anyway, leaving that TMI aside, even though the coat looked a bit small, Kim Yeo-ju found it to be just the right size and beautiful.
Kim Yeo-ju, who was walking to school, fiddling with her coat, suddenly had an ominous feeling when she saw a fellow student running ahead of her. It was definitely a little late when she left home, and when she pulled out her phone to check, she realized, as expected, that it was about time for the school bell to ring.
Kim Yeo-ju knew what happened after that without me having to say anything. She ran in a hurry, but as expected, she was late. When she opened the classroom door, worried that she would get scolded, there was the teacher standing in front of the desk and a kid she had never seen before next to him.
The classroom, which had been bustling with the transfer student due to Kim Yeo-ju's tardiness, suddenly erupted into a frenzy as soon as Kim Yeo-ju opened the door. The kid, presumably the transfer student, also looked at her. Kim Yeo-ju sensed that something was unusual about his gaze.
"Is Kim Yeo-ju here? Why are you late?"
The teacher broke the silence. For the first time that day, Kim Yeo-ju felt grateful to her teacher.
“I overslept. Sorry..”
He spoke briefly, as if he were trying to avoid getting scolded, and then quickly sat down. Only after Kim Yeo-ju sat down did the teacher continue speaking.
“I’m a transfer student, and my name is Han Seung-woo. Let’s be friends and don’t do anything weird again. Got it?”
"yes"
The children in the class answered in unison, and the teacher put a hand on Seungwoo Han's shoulder and said, "Oh, Seungwoo, there's a seat over there with a desk. Go sit over there."
Han Seung-woo sat down without saying anything.
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As the paper was being struck, the children began to flock to Han Seung-woo's seat.
Word spread so quickly that other students were already crowding around Han Seung-woo's classroom. And soon, questions poured in. "Wow, how tall are you?" "Why did you transfer here?" "Are you a good student?" "How many relationships have you had?" "Did you dye your hair?" and so on.
Han Seung-woo sighed as if annoyed, then answered them all. “I’m 184cm tall.” “I transferred schools.” “My studies are so-so.” “I’m not dating.” “Anyone can tell I dyed my hair.”
After answering all the questions, Han Seung-woo realized that he had made a mistake. He had told the school he had come to quietly that he had been transferred there by force.
The children could not hide their surprise and started making a fuss among themselves.
Kim Yeo-ju, who was studying at her desk, glanced at Han Seung-woo. It wasn't intentional, but rather subconscious. Perhaps it was because of the sudden commotion. When Han Seung-woo's eyes met hers, he squinted slightly and said, "What are you looking at?"
Kim Yeo-ju, feeling offended, continued her studies, pretending not to bother him. But Han Seung-woo spoke as politely as possible. Han Seung-woo, proud of himself for not using profanity, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if impressed. He thought he could keep his mouth shut with this tone, but things didn't go as planned.
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