Heeyu.
My homeroom teacher called me. I walked into the hallway.
“I heard your grades were so good in middle school.”
"yes."
“Let’s give high school a try, too. Okay? Teacher, I’m not the type to rely on just anyone.”
…
He didn't say anything.
But if that's the case, why bother giving it to the 3rd place, which is an ambiguous number, when you could have given it to the 1st or 2nd place?
I put on my bag and left the school.
I'm so sick of school. I need to finish high school quickly and get it over with.
But then again, I don't know what kind of hardships I will face.
I just need to be true to myself right now. That is my belief.
‘’‘’‘‘’’‘‘’‘‘’
“Hey! Choi Yeonjun! Are you going to act like that even when you become a high school student?!”
Mom's storm of nagging began.
My son hasn't studied in ages, so I don't know why he's so talkative.
I barely listened.
My mom said, "I always do that."
"You're hopeless. Go to a study cafe and study!"
You suddenly lifted your head at the sound of the ska.
Study cafe.
It was literally a place for studying, but for some reason, I hated that place.
A quiet atmosphere. The sound of turning pages. I just hate it.
"Ah, I hate it, that's really."
"Hey. Do you think you can study if you stay at home? Go quickly!"
Mom tossed a bag at me, so I had no choice but to take the bag and come out.
"Really. Mom."
I grumbled as I slung my bag over my shoulder and went into the study cafe building.
''''''''''''''''''''''
Yeonjun quietly opened the door and entered the study cafe.
Inside, many people were all reading books and writing something down.
Yeonjun looked around and saw a girl sitting near the bookshelf.
What? You seem to be around the same age as me.
The Federal Reserve went and sat in that seat.
'''''''
The girl looked at Yeonjun at the sound of footsteps.
The girl was none other than Hiyu.
Huh...? This one...
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