❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥. ❞
Someone who experienced reincarnation countless of times, soon woke up to begin their not-so-new life in a fictiona...
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"Yun."
Looking behind, Sechan approached me with a worried look on his face. "Are you okay?"
Briefly glancing at the empty hallway, I looked back to him with a simple nod. He doesn't look satisfied with the response I gave him, but he chose not to pester more about it.
"I'm leaving."
Sechan looks like he wanted to protest, but he stopped himself with a forced smile. "Okay. See you later, Yun!"
Turning around, I walked away and let my calm facade fall into a frown that seeks a punching bag to pour out all this frustration.
Suhyeon and the nameless snitch.
I'm only on my third day of living this new life, yet I'm also presented with not one, but two individuals with a problem that can give me a severe headache.
Walking back to class is not a hassle for someone who has a good memory. Despite still being in an unfamiliar place, I am fortunately not cursed by being dense in directions.
"Oh, hello senior!" Averting my gaze on the side, a shorter student bowed down to me. "Have you eaten?!"
Did he mistake me for Sechan Kang or is he just respectful? The kid looks clueless though. He probably just greets anyone he encounters in the hallway.
"Yes." Giving him that simple response is my cue to continue walking away, not interested to know what he reacted afterwards.
Sliding the door open, I'm the first to return to the classroom after a stressful meal. Sitting down the chair, I pulled out a notebook and pen to start taking notes.
No, this is not for the lessons and discussions in class. I'm simply taking notes of everything I learned about my new life so far.
Yun Jo. A transferee with terrible parents' issues. An academic achiever who has a natural talent and intelligence. A book-lover and most probably introverted.
Someone who lived like that will certainly have a good attitude, or what we might be aware of as obedience and politeness. Considering I'm a bad bitch with a mouth that doesn't have any filter, I might fail at enacting that personality.
Still, I must try. It is also a good thing I learned how to control my temper after countless reincarnations.
Nasty snitch. The midget with bloodshot eyes covered by shades as if he's high on drugs. His confidence about the possibility of my future position as the Northern top dog is suspicious.
