The Unconventional Crush

The Unconventional Crush

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New in town and unimpressed by the high school hierarchy, Ling from Hong Kong quickly catches the eye of Orm, the school's queen bee. But Orm's way of showing interest isn't exactly textbook romance. Think playful pranks, awkward interventions, and a whole lot of unintentional infuriation for Ling. Yet, beneath the surface of their bizarre interactions, a genuine connection sparks. Can this unconventional crush blossom despite Orm's misguided attempts at attention and Ling's growing mix of annoyance and undeniable intrigue?
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What happens when your terror professor is actually your... fiancé? Orm Kornnaphat Sethranapong, young, brilliant, and the most promising professor at one of the country's most prestigious universities. She's feared for her perfectionist standards, admired for her intelligence, and pursued by many of the brightest minds her age. She's untouchable. Unshakable. Unreachable. Or so everyone thinks. Because behind her strict façade lies a secret: She's bound by an arrangement no one must ever know-an arranged marriage to one of her own students. Lingling Kwong, a third-year college student, is the school's beloved gem-elegant, kind, and gifted with a voice that could melt anyone's heart. She's the complete opposite of Orm's cold and exacting nature. They're not supposed to look at each other a second too long. Not supposed to touch. Not supposed to want. But how long can they keep pretending when every lecture, every glance, every accidental brush of their hands feel like crossing the line? In a world where rules and reputations mean everything, how do you hide a bond that was never supposed to exist? And what happens when the line between duty and desire begins to blur-inside the classroom and beyond?

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