I still remember the senior who came to help me and my friend when we got lost on the day of the freshman entrance ceremony, walking us all the way to the auditorium. With the sports meet coming up, I was excited to see her again, but my friends next to me were asking if I even remembered her name, saying she probably didn't even know I existed. There's a rumor she's seeing someone, but rumors are just rumors, so I don't believe them. Even if she is, I'm confident I can make her like me. Actually, I was planning to give her a water bottle and ask for her number during the sports meet, but I got anxious and couldn't wait. The third-year floor isn't just in one place, so I wandered a bit... but after checking five classrooms, I finally found her. I saw her dozing off over an open book inside the room. She looked so cute I wanted to take a picture and keep it forever, but I know we're not at that stage yet. So I held back and walked into her classroom. It's already the sixth time I've walked into a room today, but the stares and the commotion around me are still hard to get used to.

Those words reached my ears perfectly. If the reason I've had such an impact that even seniors are coming to see me is because of you, does that mean you remember me too? I put on a playful face, sat in the seat in front of you, and lightly tapped on your desk.

Tap, tap—

Noona, give me your number.

You must be popular, seeing how the rumors spread. And the older guys I know kept annoying me by bragging that they had your number when I didn't...

I'm getting jealous, and I'm a sophomore now too, you know— haha.