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In order to get closer to Kim Dong-hyung,

She chose to enroll in the same performing arts department as him.

At this time, all the freshmen were gathered in the auditorium,

The students of the six faculties were clearly divided into six areas.

Han Ruila stood in the performing arts department area. Ever since she stood still, she had been craning her neck to look around.

There were a total of four classes in a small department,

There were about thirty to forty people in a class.

Generally speaking, the range wasn't large. Han Ruila searched carefully again and again, ignoring the sneaky gazes that were sizing her up. Finally, she saw the face that she had been longing for in the back row of Class 2 next door.

He was lying on the shoulder of a male student in front of him, looking bored,

Suddenly, a girl behind him patted his shoulder,

So he turned his head to talk to her.

Han Ruila bit her lip lightly,

She suppressed the surging feeling in her heart,

She turned her face and continued to stare at the rostrum.

Although they were not in the same class,

Fortunately, they were not far away.

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

Han Ruila clenched her fingers nervously,

She realized belatedly that her palms were already sweaty.

The excitement, joy, and nervousness brought about by regaining what she had lost was surging in her chest like boiling magma. Han Ruila was both looking forward to and a little afraid of coming into contact with Kim Dong-hyung.

But more than that, she was faintly excited.

The one who had taken the initiative between the two of them had always been Kim Dong-hyung. He had said,

It was love at first sight for her.

Although these words were debatable, Han Ruila could not help but care.

When they met in her previous life,

The two of them were not young anymore.

Both of them were successful in their careers,

Both of them could sense the maturity of the other party's heart,

So whether it was being together or breaking up, they were very calm.

At that time, Han Ruila could be considered a rich woman,

Naturally, he dressed himself up to look presentable.

Kim Dong-hyung was also handsome,

The two of them didn't look out of place in the same frame.

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 again. This time, Kim Dong-hyung seemed to have sensed her gaze and turned to look in her direction. Han Ruila was so scared that she quickly turned her head back. Her heart thumped hard in her chest before falling back to its original place.

When she came back to her senses, she suddenly realized that this 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 head teacher, they either studied by themselves, introduced themselves, ran for the position of class leader, or listened to the important matters.

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

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

How do you speak the Pusan dialect?

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

The girl's eyes were curved. She was obviously talkative and friendly.

She had just introduced herself. 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 scolding."

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

Han Min-ki had a strict upbringing. He didn't allow her to swear.

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.

Ladies were rare these days. Most of the ladies she had seen were pretending to be ladies, but the one in front of her might be a real lady.

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

Huang Cuiyi listened to Han Rui's words. Listening to Han Rui's accent, Huang Cuiyi 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. But she heard Hwang Tsui-i say, "By the way, who were you looking for at the opening ceremony?

Someone you know? "

"Ah?" Han Ruila was shocked.

Looking at her surprised expression, Hwang Tsui-i said with a smile, "I was standing behind you at the opening ceremony. You kept looking back. Weren't you looking for someone?"

Han Ruila was speechless.

All her attention was on Kim Dong-hyung. She really 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 toward 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.

"Hmm?

Why aren't you talking? 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 being shy. She laughed and bumped her arm.

"You're good ~ School just started and you're already in love?

Which handsome guy has such great charm?

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 reached 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 …

How could she approach him without appearing out of place?

Would it be a good idea to confess directly?

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

Before Han Ruila could finish 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 day and night. She even thought about him 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 of meeting him for the first time.

Thus, 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 and surrounded her.

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

After being separated for so long, his chiseled facial features hadn't faded at all. They were still 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 made her feel like she had put down a thousand pounds of burden. It made her sigh in relief.

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

From the moment she walked down the wrong path, there was no way back for her.

When people regretted something, 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 became the school belle.

Needless to say, it must have been privately selected by the group of gossipers on the school forum.

Although it was said to be an independent party, the results of the debate on the school forum were generally 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, which 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 choosing the class belle and class belle. Shouldn't we also choose?"

Probably because the trend hadn't died down 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 already 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 of the 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 school forum were very eye-purifying.

There were only a few that were unbearable.

Occasionally, there would be countless comments about them. 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 was also good for 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? "