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She didn't smile much,

She didn't speak much either.

She knew that her daughter had something on her mind, but she also knew that she had to give children of her age space to sort things out by themselves.

Growing up was always necessary.

Fortunately, Han Ruila began to focus on writing and studying after a few days of depression, so she didn't worry anymore.

The novel was written very smoothly,

Han Ruila had already accumulated a certain amount of popularity.

Now, the whole family's trust in her had deepened,

The restrictions on her using her phone had also been relaxed.

She was very hardworking. Other than reviewing her homework and practicing the piano, she devoted the rest of her time to writing novels,

She tried her best to portray every detail perfectly.

Compared to fast-food novels that had no logic and were only for a moment of pleasure, she wanted to write novels that were worth remembering countless times.

In her previous life, her sister Han Ruilin always said that her life was empty and that she might as well marry a novel.

Han Ruila didn't refute,

She did indeed gain a lot of comfort from the world she grew up in.

In order to be able to focus on writing the novel she liked,

Even if she had to endure loneliness, it was worth it in her opinion.

The days slipped away day by day,

Han Ruila ushered in her last holiday in junior high school.

She stayed at home and had nothing to do,

Han Ruilin encouraged her to send a postcard to Tian Zhengguo.

She said that it must be hard for him to be alone in Seoul,

He needed someone to care about him.

Han Ruila saw through it but didn't say anything. She keenly sensed that Han Ruilin wanted to send a postcard to Tian Zhengguo.

Perhaps she still liked him in her heart. If she didn't have to worry about her sister,

She would have used her own way to treat Tian Zhengguo.

Han Ruila was helpless,

Holding a large pile of blank postcards from Han Ruilin, she worried for a long time.

She was in a dilemma.

The next day, when she was typing in her room, Han Ruilin walked into the room with her violin,

Her cheeks were puffy with anger.

Looking at her unhappy face, he thought to himself.

Han Ruila asked, "What's wrong?

Didn't you go out to practice the violin?

Why are you back so early? "

In order not to disturb Han Ruila,

Han Ruilin practiced the violin at the beach.

That place was empty.

With no one to disturb him, he was able to calm down.

At the mention of this topic, Han Ruilin flared up. "Don't mention it. There's a lunatic!"

“？”

"It's the class monitor from our class. I told you before, the one who studied too much!

I only found out today that he had been following me and watching me practice by the beach.

Crazy!

I don't even have the mood to practice anymore. "

The class monitor that Han Ruilin mentioned lived not far from their house, and he could also see the sea.

He must have accidentally found out that Han Ruilin went to the beach to practice the piano every day, so he secretly waited there.

Han Ruilin had always been mean to the boys who liked her, which was why she was so angry.

Actually, that person was quite smart. He wasn't like what Han Ruilin said, someone who had studied too much.

It's just that he's young and impulsive, so it's inevitable that he'll act a little stiff in front of the girl he likes.

Han Ruila smiled. "He's quite infatuated. Do you want to consider it?"

Han Ruilin was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "No way!

I don't like that type of guy! "

"What type?"

"Treacherous, refined scum!"

"Treacherous?"

Han Ruilin wanted to laugh a little.

Which idiot was the one who beamed with joy and praised him for his high IQ and abstinence in front of her?

Now that she said that he was her future husband, Han Ruilin definitely wouldn't believe her.

Maybe a person wants different things at different stages of their life.

Previously, Han Ruilin also confidently declared that she didn't like boys like the class monitor, but later on, her love became unprincipled.

Maybe she liked things at a certain stage of her life, but after changing her mindset, the feeling would be completely different.

Thinking like this, Han Ruilin suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

Kim Dong-hyung …

Would his reaction be different if he got to know her again?

Halfway through the holidays, she received an acceptance letter from the art high school in Seoul.

Then, before the holidays were over, she packed her luggage and went to Seoul to live with Han Min-ki.

The joint factory had just started and was lacking manpower.

After Han Ruilin went there, she naturally helped out at the factory for a few days.

The expenses in Seoul were very high, which made Han Ruilin a little worried about the expenses after school started.

She started another article, thinking that she should earn as much as she could.

Han Min-ki had to work late every day. He was both the boss and the employee, so he had to do all the work that no one else was doing.

Han Ruilin knew how hard it was for him, but Han Min-ki wouldn't let her work late at night no matter what.

So when Han Ruilin buried herself in her room, her father didn't know and thought she went to bed early.

The father and daughter didn't say anything and did their best to make a living.

After school started, Han Min-ki accompanied Han Ruilin to report. After seeing the teacher and receiving her uniform, he left her behind and rushed back to work.

Han Ruilin quietly sat alone in her seat and looked at the clear blue sky outside the window.

She was surrounded by unfamiliar classmates who were noisily getting to know each other. It was very lively.

Han Ruilin hadn't seen this kind of youthful enthusiasm in a long time since she graduated from university.

She turned her head and observed the classmates around her, looking for someone she could approach.

But she found that other than her, no one else was alone in the classroom.

Personally, she preferred to be friends with quiet girls. If they had similar personalities, it would be less stressful to get along with them.

She also liked cheerful and lively girls as long as their minds were pure.

After looking around, she didn't see anyone who made her want to strike up a conversation. Just as she was a little disappointed, she suddenly saw the classroom door open from the corner of her eye. A girl with delicate features but a little frosty walked in.

Han Ruila was shocked by her beauty and her aura. She forgot to look away, and at the same time, she noticed that the laughter in the class seemed to have quieted down a little.

The girl shook her honey-brown slightly curly hair and walked to the back seat without looking sideways.

The girls in the class peeked at her with complicated expressions because she was a beauty that many people were chasing after.

Even in the Yigao class where beautiful girls were like clouds, she was very eye-catching.

But the honey-brown hair girl didn't feel uncomfortable at all being looked at. As soon as she returned to her seat, she plugged in her headphones and laid on the table to sleep. Her cold aura that refused to communicate with others was incompatible with the surrounding environment.

Soon, no one paid any more attention to her, and everyone started laughing and joking again.

Sung Hee-young closed her eyes and laid on the table. She turned up the volume of her headphones to cover the noise around her.

The music was very exciting, but she couldn't listen to anything. Her mind was a mess.

She thought of her terrible popularity in junior high …

She was fine when she was in elementary school, but as she matured in junior high, her appearance became more and more outstanding. All kinds of gazes and discussions followed.

Sung Hee-young was actually a very reserved and sensitive person. When others looked at her, she would be nervous and expressionless. So many people secretly said that she was cold and arrogant, which made many people stay away from her.

None of the girls were willing to be friends with her because everyone said that standing next to Sung Hee-young would make them lose out.

Her good friends also broke up with her because they couldn't accept that the guy they liked had a crush on Sung Hee-young.

Having no friends and being isolated, Cheng Xiying had long since lost her self-confidence due to the repeated encounters.

She had originally planned to start over after entering high school, but when all eyes gathered on her from all directions, she couldn't help but pull a long face. She put on her headphones and pretended to be aloof. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

She said in her heart that she shouldn't be like this, but she still laid there motionlessly.

The hope that ignited in her heart was gradually extinguished, and she unconsciously fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she suddenly felt someone poking her arm. She woke up and raised her head.

A girl with excessively fair skin and red lips as soft as petals stood in front of her. Her big black and white eyes showed some caution, without any other complicated thoughts.

She had a cool and refreshing temperament, as graceful and moving as the peerless beauties in the old movies.

Seeing her raise her head, she said softly, "The opening ceremony is about to begin."

Sung Hee-young was startled. She realized that they were the only ones left in the classroom.

She quickly stood up and thanked the girl.

The girl smiled gently and said that she was welcome.

"My name is Han Ruila. What's your name?"

Cheng Xiying looked at the girl in front of her again. Suddenly, there was a thumping sound in her heart.

"Sung Hee-young," she said stiffly.

The girl didn't seem to care about her cold tone. She nodded and said, "I'll remember it."

It was a very calm conversation, and then there was nothing else to say.

The two of them went downstairs together and found their class. Then they separated.

However, Cheng Xiying had always remembered the first brief contact between the two of them. It was when she was feeling hopeless about her future high school life, and a ray of aurora had appeared in front of her.

Later, Sung Hee-young mentioned several times in a radio interview that it was because Han Ruila struck up a conversation that ignited a glimmer of hope in her. That was why she took the initiative to approach her.

But Han Ruila didn't feel that she had given her any signal. It was just a normal greeting.

The people who were listening to their memories all saw it clearly. The two of them were unconsciously attracted to each other.

Otherwise, why would Han Ruila care if the cold beauty who was sleeping in the classroom went downstairs or not? Why would she stay and ask her to come with her?

Why would Sung Hee-young muster up the courage to get to know her because of a few words?

It was all because of fate.

But then she thought about it. She would most likely continue to write for a living in the future. In that case, it didn't make any difference to her which department she studied in.

In order to get closer to Kim Dong-hyung, she chose the same performing arts department as him.

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

Han Ruila stood in the performing arts department's area. Since she stood still, she had been stretching her neck to look around.

The small department had a total of four classes. Each class had about thirty to forty people.

Overall, the range wasn't large. Han Ruila carefully searched over and over again. She ignored the sneaky gazes that were looking at her. Finally, she saw the face that she had been longing for in the back row of Class 2.

He was lying on the shoulder of a male student in front of him. He had a bored look on his face. Suddenly, a girl patted his shoulder, so he turned his head to talk to her.

Han Ruila bit her lip. She suppressed the surging emotions in her heart and turned her face to continue staring at the rostrum.

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

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

Han Ruila nervously clenched her fingers. She realized that her palms were sweaty.