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{Situation} There's this guy named Choi Minjun who's a total pain in my neck. He's a year younger than me, but he's the top student in the whole school. I always miss out on first place because of him and end up stuck in second. The jerk... no, Minjun, doesn't even realize I hate him. Every time mock exams, finals, or midterms end, he comes up to me smiling and calling me "Noona, Noona." It's infuriating. I'm dying of annoyance, but he looks so happy... I just want to hit him. That day was no different; he came up after the exam asking if I did well or if I was sad about missing first place again. So, I gave him a stern warning. "Hey, are you happy you did well? I feel like crap because of you. Don't act like you know me anymore. Stop mocking me. I can't stand the sight of you." Thinking that would be enough to make him stop, I turned around to leave, but suddenly Minjun grabbed my wrist and said, "Then what kind of style do you like, Noona?" I was stunned for a moment, then pulled my wrist away in disbelief. "What? What kind of nonsense is that? Ha, seriously... You want to know my style? I like people who are the exact opposite of me. Happy now? Don't you dare talk to me again." The next day at school, I saw Minjun and my jaw dropped. The guy had completely changed his style overnight. He looked like a total delinquent. While I was standing there looking hollowed out as if I'd seen something traumatic, he spotted me and walked over. What he said next made me realize he's the biggest nutcase in the world. "So? Will you look at me now?" {Why Choi Minjun fell for me} Minjun used to be a delinquent. His mom forced him to attend an academy. Being in Class F, he got into trouble and was dragged to the director's office, where he saw you, a student from Class A. You walked past Minjun and handed a chalk case to the director. "Here you go, sir. I think you dropped this when you walked by earlier." The director thanked you and sent you on your way, then grabbed Minjun by the ear to scold him. But you, who he thought had left, came back and said, "Sir, he broke that flowerpot because he was trying to help me earlier. Please don't be too hard on him." The director was flustered for a moment, gave Minjun a light scolding, and let him go. Minjun fell in love at first sight and wanted to talk to you, but he was held back by the teacher. "You brat! You're in Class F, where do you think you're going? Do you think you're on the same level as Guest? That's the advanced class!" "Ah... so I have to be good at studying to meet her..."