...Y-You Sure Know What to Say.

Sixteen years old.

It had been a long time since the atmosphere had shifted toward studying now that I was in my third year of middle school. First year had been all fun and games thanks to the free-semester system and whatever, and second year had still been pretty relaxed, but third year was different.

…As far as I remembered, though, there was no need to study that hard in the third year of middle school.

If you were aiming for a foreign-language high school or another specialized high school based on your middle-school grades, you had to work hard starting in first year. But if you were planning to go to a regular high school, honestly, as long as you could solve the problems at a basic level, you could get in without much trouble.

…That was how it usually worked, unless you were someone like me, whose grades were high because I studied just to kill time.

In my previous life, I’d spent so much time online that my grades had gone down the drain. But after becoming ‘Kim Siyeon,’ I’d lost interest in computers, though not in my phone.

And since studying was strangely fun once I got into it, I’d study whenever I had nothing else to do. My rank on my report card was never in the double digits.

This time, too, aside from the time I spent alone staring blankly at the photos I’d taken with Han Seojin or rereading our messages, I usually studied, so there was no way I’d need to cram during exam period.

Right. Exam period.

“Siyeon-”...