Part Jeans: Jeans' Part
Now: 21 Year Old
"Luk Nai?
I can't answer when I started liking you. Before I knew it, I often stared at you with my chin on my hand, both from afar and through my phone screen.
At first, it was more like a source of annoyance. She said that if we meet by chance three times, it is destiny. But if we meet continuously, what is it?
The first time I met that girl, we passed each other in front of the elevator. I glanced at her cute, mischievous face in a non-specific way. I knew she looked back. But so what? I didn't think there was anything that would connect us more than senior and junior, the same university. That was all I could think about.
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The second time...
"Why don't we apply to be a senior cheerleader? It sounds like so much fun."
"I'm too lazy to take responsibility for the kid, Luk Mee,"
Four replied because she saw that I was busy. I was just answering a chat on the phone that Mom had ordered me to go home and eat dinner together today.
As my eyes happened to look up from the screen, I could see two freshmen gossiping and looking at me.
One of them was the same girl I had passed in front of the elevator on the day of the freshman admissions.
It's like she knows I'm looking back.
Our eyes met. I squinted to make sure she wasn't looking for anything else, but my phone vibrated. It was my mom calling me. I looked away from the kid to answer the phone. If I had been a little late, she would have thought I didn't see her call, that it was important, and would have ranted that I was annoyed by her calls.
The second time ended just as shortly.
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And the third time between us
She and I were alone in the elevator. The young girl looked for the autograph book, hesitating for a long time until I felt annoyed in my heart, wondering if she wanted the third year's autograph or not.
It wasn't until I stepped out of the elevator that a clear voice called out. I signed because I had no lingering doubts. She asked if I needed anything, so I asked her to pretend not to see what I was about to do.
Unfortunately, this kid was too talkative and told the teacher about it. I could barely get away with stealing the exam paper. Luckily, while running down the stairs, I was able to delete the photo I had taken.
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In the evening...
"What do you want to do? We're going to fail tomorrow. We're all so stupid! ... Except for you Jeans,"
Fang said in a hushed voice when I briefly explained to her how the mischievous first-year student had ruined our group's plan to pass the exam.
"I remember that kid's face."
"Do you want to teach her a lesson?"
Four immediately retorted. She seemed to be itching to do something. Good, that's not a bad idea.
You should know me not as a senior who asked for an autograph and gave it to me easily before being stabbed in the back and told to the teacher, but as a celebrity "Jeans" who no one knows.
All of them dared to do so. My father is the chancellor. My daughter shouldn't have to run down the stairs in a panic.
"Okay, let's do something light first."
