Han Ruila's Yigao was divided into the theater and film departments.

Performing Arts Department.

Video Performance Department.

Practical Music Department.

Practical Dance Department, Stage Fine Arts Department, and six other departments.

Originally, she wanted to apply to the Practical Music Department based on her own standards.

But after thinking about it, she would most likely continue to write for a living in the future. In that case, it didn't matter which department she went to.

In order to get closer to Kim Dong-hyung, she chose to apply to the same Performing Arts Department as him.

At this time, all the new students were gathered in the auditorium. The students from the six departments were clearly divided into six areas.

Han Ruila stood in the Performing Arts Department's area. Ever since she stood still, she had been stretching her neck to look around.

There were four classes in the small department, and each class had around thirty to forty people.

Overall, the area wasn't large. Han Ruila carefully searched over and over again, ignoring the sneaky glances that were looking at her. Finally, she saw the face that she had been thinking about for a long time in the back row of Class 2.

He was lying on the shoulder of a male student in front of him with a bored expression. Suddenly, a girl patted his shoulder, so he turned around to talk to her.

Han Ruila bit her lips and suppressed the surging emotions in her heart. She turned around and continued to stare at the podium.

Although they weren't in the same class, they weren't too far apart.

Class 2 seemed to be on the left side of Class 3. That was the only way to get to the bathroom.

Han Ruila clenched her fists nervously and belatedly realized that her palms were sweaty.

The excitement, joy, and uneasiness that came from regaining what she had lost was like boiling lava in her chest. Han Ruila was both looking forward to and a little afraid of interacting with Kim Dong-hyung.

But more than that, she was secretly excited.

Kim Dong-hyung had always been the one who took the initiative. He said that he fell in love with her at first sight.

Although this was debatable, Han Ruila couldn't help but care.

When the two of them met in his previous life, both of them were not young anymore.

Both of them were successful in their careers, and they could sense the maturity in each other's hearts. So, whether they were together or breaking up, they were very calm.

At that time, Han Ruila was considered a rich woman. Naturally, she dressed herself decently. Kim Dong-hyung also had a heroic aura. The two of them did not look out of place together.

But now, Han Ruila was just a poor high school student. She couldn't even afford high-end skincare products and cosmetics. She didn't even have a hairstyle. All she had was her long, straight black hair that was casually tied into a ponytail. She also wore the same black school uniform that couldn't be found in a crowd. She had no confidence in herself.

Thinking that there might not be any "love at first sight" in this life, Han Ruila felt a little uneasy.

She couldn't help but turn her head to look at Kim Dong-hyung. This time, Kim Dong-hyung seemed to have sensed her gaze. He turned his gaze in her direction. Han Ruila was so scared that she quickly turned her head back. Her heart slammed into her chest and fell back to its original place.

When she came back to her senses, she suddenly realized that the feeling of having a crush on someone when she was a student … wasn't it something that she had always wanted to experience?

After the opening ceremony, all the students returned to their respective classes. Under the guidance of the teacher, they either did self-study, introduced themselves, ran for class leadership, or listened to the important matters.

Although there was nothing special, there was always a sense of novelty surging in the air.

"Hey hey," the girl on the right suddenly poked Han Ruila and whispered, "I just heard you say that you're from Pusan?

How do you speak Pusan dialect?

I heard that the dialect of Gyeongsang is a bit manly. I don't know how it sounds to a girl. "

The girl's eyes were curved. She was obviously a chatterbox.

She had just heard her self-introduction. Her name was Hwang Tsui-i.

Han Ruila didn't want to ignore her. She lowered her voice and said, "What did I say?"

Hwang Tsui-i thought for a moment and said, "Say something vulgar."

Han Ruila was speechless. "I don't know how to swear."

Han Min-ki was strict. He didn't allow her to speak vulgarities.

Hwang Tsui-i seemed to have heard someone say something like that for the first time. She was stunned for a moment and suddenly felt a sense of respect.

Her intuition told her that this beautiful Pusan girl was different from the rest of them.

These days, virtuous girls were rare. Most of the virtuous girls she had seen were pretending to be virtuous, but the one in front of her might be a real virtuous girl.

She couldn't act rashly in front of a virtuous girl. She had to ask a few other questions.

Han Ruila listened to her and listened to her stress. Hwang Tsui-i felt that the Pusan dialect was quite interesting.

In the noisy classroom, the two of them chatted casually and soon became familiar with each other.

After class, Hwang Tsui-i asked Han Ruila if she wanted to go to the bathroom together. Han Ruila hesitated for a moment and stood up with her.

When they passed by Class 2, Han Ruila wanted to take a look inside. However, she heard Hwang Tsui-i say, "By the way, who were you looking for during the Start-of-Term Ceremony?

Do you know anyone? "

"Huh?" Han Ruila was shocked.

Seeing her shocked expression, Hwang Tsui-i smiled and said, "I was standing behind you during the Start-of-Term Ceremony. You kept looking behind you. Weren't you looking for someone?"

Han Ruila was speechless.

All her attention was on Kim Dong-hyung. She didn't notice that Hwang Tsui-i was standing behind her.

"Do you know anyone in our school?

Which class is he from? "

Coincidentally, just as Hwang Tsui-i asked this, Han Ruila saw Kim Dong-hyung and a boy walking towards her.

As if she was caught peeping, Han Ruila couldn't help but blush. She didn't say anything and hurriedly brushed past Kim Dong-hyung.

"Huh?

Why aren't you saying anything? I'm asking you.

Your face is so red ~ "

After entering the bathroom, Han Ruila said, "Let me ask you. Do you believe in love at first sight?"

Upon hearing this ambiguous word, Hwang Tsui-i immediately became enraptured and said, "What?

Who did you fall in love with at first sight? "

"I … I don't know." Han Ruila stuttered.

Hwang Tsui-i only thought that she was shy. She smiled and bumped her arm.

"You're good ~ You're already in love when school just started?

Which handsome guy is so charming?

Is he from our class? "

"No …" After saying that, she realized why she was asking her this.

"Okay, stop gossiping. Didn't you say you wanted to go to the bathroom?"

"Oh, then I'll go in first."

Han Ruila stretched out her hand to cover her forehead.

No, she didn't dare to make eye contact with Kim Dong-hyung. She was afraid that her expression would be too obvious and be seen through …

How could she get close to him without appearing out of place?

Would a direct confession be a good idea?

No, if she alerted him, wouldn't they be unable to be friends?

Before Han Ruila finished brainstorming, Hwang Tsui-i came out.

"Don't you want to go to the bathroom?"

"Ah, no, I want to wash my hands."

"Oh ~"

Before she saw him, she was so anxious. She thought about him every day, night, and even in her dreams.

Now that she saw him, she didn't dare to act rashly. She was afraid that she would ruin this perfect chance to meet for the first time.

Therefore, she only dared to stare at him from afar. When she passed by the classroom, she would quickly glance at him.

She was so useless, but she still felt great satisfaction from looking at him every day.

Han Ruila couldn't remember how long it had been since she had looked at him properly.

In her previous life, the man who always looked tired liked to bury his head in her shoulder and sniff her scent.

He liked to hug her and talk to her. His low voice came out of his chest with slight vibrations, enveloping her.

His face was naturally different from now. He was less immature and more mature. His face was sharp and he was so thin that it made her heart ache.

After being separated for so long, his chiseled face hadn't faded in the slightest in her memory. It had been lingering in her mind.

Even if she later decided to spend the rest of her life with someone else.

She had never said that she really missed him.

Now, she could finally face her feelings honestly without any burden.

This feeling was like putting down a thousand pounds of weight. She let out a long sigh of relief.

Maybe it wasn't that she couldn't risk her life for him in the beginning. She was just naive to think that she didn't love him deeply.

From the moment she walked down the wrong path, she had no way to go back.

When people regretted, they would always want to turn back time. Han Ruila thought that if there was a reason why God was so merciful to let her go back to the past, it was probably because she regretted it too deeply.

*

Yigao's school spirit was very liberal. A few days after school started, there were rumors everywhere in the department that Sung He e-young had defeated a senior and become the school belle.

Needless to say, it was definitely the result of the school forum's gossip.

Although it was said to be an independent party, the results of the debate on the school forum were usually popular throughout the school.

Even if some people didn't agree, from then on, when the school belle was mentioned, everyone would think of Sung He e-young. This was equivalent to tacit agreement.

Sung He e-young could be said to be in such a position.

When she heard Sung He e-young's name again, she didn't expect this kind of news. Han Ruila couldn't help but think that Sung He e-young was really amazing.

"Hey, hey, I say, the other classes are all electing the class belle and class belle. Shouldn't we do it too?"

Probably because this trend hadn't passed yet, after the school belle election, everyone turned their attention to their own classes.

They all posted photos of the class belle and class belle, and there were countless people who followed the trend.

Young people liked to be competitive. Since the other classes had posted photos, if their own class didn't post one, it would seem very low.

It was as if they were indirectly saying that their class didn't have any handsome guys or pretty girls. Therefore, most classes chose one or two people to support their class.

Yigao's class was full of handsome guys and pretty girls. The photos on the forum were very eye-purifying.

There were only a few that were unbearable.

Occasionally, there would be countless comments about it. It was very lively.

Therefore, everyone was very enthusiastic about this spontaneous activity.

Even if it wasn't for comparison, posting a few photos of handsome guys and pretty girls would benefit the public.

"Is there still a need to choose the class belle?

Our class only has Sung He e-young. "

"You can't say that. Sung He e-young belongs to the whole school. The class belle belongs to our class.

How can the school belle and class belle be the same? "

"Then according to what you said, we have to choose another class belle?"

"Hehe ~ let the other classes experience our class's outstanding people!"

Han Ruila originally thought that these voices didn't have much to do with her. Until she was playing with her phone, a piece of draft paper was passed to her desk.

She picked it up and saw that the paper recorded the votes for the class belle and class belle.

The votes behind a name in the class belle column were so high that Han Ruila couldn't help but take a second look.

But when her gaze moved to the class belle column, she was surprised to see her name there.

And without Sung He e-young's competition, her votes were actually the most among the girls on the list. She was temporarily leading by a small margin.

Hwang Tsui-i came over and said, "Ruila, I voted for you ~"

Han Ruila pulled the corners of her mouth. She wanted to laugh but couldn't.

The class belle was chosen to upload photos to the school forum, right?

She really didn't like to show her face in public.

Anonymously writing articles on the website and accepting other people's comments was all she could accept.

After thinking about it, she picked up the pen and added a vote behind the name of the boy with the most votes. She also added a vote behind the name of the girl with the most votes other than herself (although she didn't even know what they looked like). Then she passed the paper to someone else.

Now she could only hope that the students behind her could catch up.

Not long after, she heard a loud voice asking the other students, "Who is Han Ruila?"

Han Ruila's back stiffened. She seemed to hear someone pointing to her.