The weather in September was so hot that it made people feel stuffy. Although each classroom was equipped with air conditioning, there were always people going in and out, so it didn't have much of an effect.

Han Ruila sat on the chair with her chin resting on her hand. She was a little drowsy under the scorching sun.

She opened a book and placed it on the table. She used the cover to lie on the table and play with her phone. Her slender and white fingers nimbly jumped on the touch screen.

Just casually playing with her phone was quite pleasing to the eye.

On Kakaotalk, Her Highness was symbolically urging her to update. Although her update speed had always been quite stable, it was nothing compared to those huge authors who updated tens of thousands of times a day.

Her Highness was the best editor in H country. Although she had read countless novels, when she encountered a really good one, she would still scratch her head and anxiously read the follow-up.

She used her position to get some content from the authors under her, or coerce them to update. It was simply too satisfying.

Han Ruila also didn't keep her in suspense. When she couldn't make up her mind, she would often discuss it with her.

After all, an editor was a professional "reader" who had read countless novels. She definitely knew what the readers wanted to read better than the authors.

Her opinions were often referred to by Han Ruila.

It had been a few days since school started, but she was still busy reading comments, writing, and chatting with editors. Most of the students in the class were not familiar with her.

This was the bad habit of being a full-time writer in her previous life. Her phone was always with her. Two days ago, there were many girls who came to talk to her. These two days, even Hwang Tsui-i didn't want to play with her. She was probably already stereotyped as an internet addict in the eyes of outsiders.

Although it was true …

But she couldn't care less.

Just as she was about to reluctantly pull out her draft book to think about the plot, she suddenly felt a shadow cover her.

Han Ruila raised her head and was surprised to find that the person standing at the table was actually … Sung Hee-young.

She slightly lowered her head. Her honey brown hair emitted a soft luster under the sun. She clearly had an expression of wanting to say something, but her eyes weren't looking at her.

Looking closely, there seemed to be two suspicious blushes on her white cheeks.

Han Ruila looked at the cold beauty whose body was a little stiff in confusion. She thoughtfully asked, "What's the matter?"

After being asked this question, Cheng Xiying took a light breath and finally said, "I …"

"?" Han Ruila looked at her and blinked.

Sung Hee-young's earlobes seemed to have turned a little red. She gently bit her lips and bent over to Han Ruila. She whispered, "Do you have … that …"

It was almost an instinctive reaction of a girl. When she heard the word "that", Han Ruila instantly understood.

She turned around and rummaged through the interlayer of her backpack, and said somewhat embarrassedly, "There's only one pad left."

Sung Hee-young took the pads with a troubled expression.

Han Ruila looked at her for a few seconds and said, "I'll help you ask the others."

While Sung Hee-young was still in a daze, she saw Han Ruila walk into the girls' group and whisper something in Hwang Tsui-i's ear. Then, Hwang Tsui-i shook her head and turned to ask the other girls.

Sung Hee-young watched quietly until Han Ruila walked back.

"What a coincidence. The other students don't have any extra pads."

Han Ruila knitted her beautiful eyebrows and said, "Why don't you wait for a while? I'll go to the supermarket to buy some for you."

Sung Hee-young clenched the small white pads in her hands and mustered the courage to say to Han Ruila, "Sorry to trouble you!"

Han Ruila's eyebrows relaxed and she smiled gently. "You're welcome. I'll be right back."

The bell rang and Han Ruila, who said she'd be right back, came back very quickly.

She jogged all the way, her black school uniform skirt brushing against her fair thighs from time to time. She carried a black plastic bag in her right hand and a sealed cup of brown sugar water in her left hand. She stopped at the stairs, panting. Sung Hee-young was standing there waiting for her.

She was so hot that her whole face was red and sweaty. She quickly walked up to Sung Hee-young and said, "Here, this is a sanitary pad. And this, this is the brown sugar water I bought for you."

Sung Hee-young silently took it. When she saw the sweat rolling down her forehead, her heart was slightly touched.

She wanted to say that it had been hard on you and that there was no need to rush. However, she froze and only said, "Thank you."

Han Ruila waved her hand and said, "I'll go to class first."

"Okay." Sung Hee-young moved sideways to let her in.

In the Performing Arts Department, all kinds of dance classes were compulsory. For Han Ruila, who had no foundation in dance, every class was no less than torture.

During warm-ups, students would help each other stretch. Han Ruila didn't have any friends to play with and Hwang Tsui-i had been snatched away, so she could only stretch by herself on the leg press.

Although she looked a little lonely, Han Ruila didn't feel at a loss.

She had a strong sense of self-awareness since she was young. She didn't reveal her feelings and didn't like to stick to anyone.

It was said that humans were social animals and couldn't live alone. However, Han Ruila felt that being alone had its benefits. Most of the time, she needed her own space.

However, just because she didn't interact with people often didn't mean that she didn't know how to, or that she was afraid.

Han Ruila raised her head and inadvertently saw Sung Hee-young's figure in the mirror.

She stood not far away from her and looked at her quietly.

Han Ruila looked at her through the mirror. If she couldn't see that this cold beauty wanted to become close to her, she would be blind.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart.

She was very easy to hook up with. Why was she standing there and looking at her but not daring to come over?

Should she help her?

Han Ruila turned around and walked over.

"Hey ~ Can you do some stretching with me?

I see that you're also alone … "

Sung Hee-young instantly straightened her body and said expressionlessly, "… Okay."

The corners of Han Ruila's mouth lifted slightly.

They did stretching together and went to dance class together. After class, it seemed like it was a natural thing to do together.

Sung Hee-young wasn't stupid. She sensed that Han Ruila didn't have any resistance towards her and her confidence increased greatly.

She suddenly changed her phone number with Han Ruila and added each other as Kaotalk friends. They agreed to have lunch together in the future. It wasn't until the end of the day's classes that she waved goodbye in satisfaction.

After getting a preliminary understanding of Sung Hee-young, Han Ruila found out that she was also a trainee and had to rush to the company to practice every day after school.

People like them who had to do a lot of practice after class really had it tough.

Looking at Sung Hee-young running away in a hurry, it seemed like she couldn't bear to waste even a second.

Unlike her, who was leisurely strolling on the streets.

Sung Hee-young was so beautiful. If she debuted, she should be very popular, right?

But strangely, she didn't seem to have heard of Sung Hee-young in her previous life.

She knew a lot of people in the Big Trend girl group, but she didn't seem to have seen her.

Could it be that she didn't debut at all?

The sun at six o 'clock in the afternoon was still glaring. Han Ruila walked in the shade of the trees and shuttled through the mottled light.

While waiting for the traffic light, she seemed to hear a familiar voice.

She turned her head to look, but before she could be happy, she was poured a bucket of cold water over her head.

She saw Kim Dong-hyung, who was wearing a black school uniform, quickly walk forward and grab a girl's hand, forcing her to stop.

"Stop messing around. What do you want me to do?"

The girl angrily shook him off, but didn't say anything. She just stood there angrily.

"I already said that I want to practice. Why don't you understand?

Can't you be a bit more obedient? "

The girl bit her lip, her big eyes filled with unreconciled tears, "Can't I just escape for a day?

Auba has never officially gone on a date with me.

This is clearly just my relationship. "

"Ah, didn't we see each other every day at school?"

"How is that the same!" The girl was suddenly fired up, "And Auba didn't even look at me at school!

Didn't he discuss games with his relatives and friends all day?

If games are that important, then what am I? "

"Ah, Jiang Hye-min!

You better know when to stop! "

The girl named Jiang Hye-min seemed to be even more indignant. Her eyes were red as she roared: "You idiot!

I don't want to talk to you anymore! "Then she pushed him away and ran away.

…

Han Ruila didn't know how to describe this feeling. It was as if she was standing on the opposite side of time and peeping into Kim Dong-hyung's past.

The scenery inside was like an old movie. It was so clear that every detail was outlined clearly, but it was also so blurry that it was like a cloud of fog.

Just listening to the secret history of her lover's feelings should be very uncomfortable.

How lucky was she to be able to watch it at such a close distance?

Yes, in Kim Dong-hyung's seventeen years old life, she didn't exist.

Whether it was summer flowers or autumn leaves, they had nothing to do with her.

Because she understood this, she didn't feel much sadness or anger. She just felt an unstoppable loneliness in her heart.

Perhaps her mentality was really old. When she was frantically trying to respond to that feeling, she had no choice but to stay where she was.

She reminded herself over and over again that that person didn't know her …

The traffic light turned green, and the pedestrians around them began to move unhurriedly across the zebra crossing. Han Ruila seemed to be still.

Kim Dong-hyung raised his head and let out a long breath. The lines of his nose were like a sculptor's work of art.

Han Ruila watched as he slowly turned his face and his eyes met hers.

She didn't avoid him. She just stared at him with a complicated expression. She didn't know where the stuffiness came from, but the tip of her nose was faintly sore.

She had imagined countless scenes of the two of them meeting for the first time, but she didn't expect it to be like this.

After witnessing him being dumped by a girl, she saw him inadvertently glance at her.

The two of them were wearing the same black school uniform. They stared at each other from a distance that was neither too far nor too close.