40 Interlocked Fingers

“I’m screwed.”

Yuna washed her face and ran a hand through her tangled hair.

Getting on the homeroom teacher’s good side was important for earning good grades, but she was already terrified at the thought of what the teacher might think of her after she had suddenly stormed out of the classroom.

If she lost points over this... she didn’t even want to imagine it.

On top of that, she had already promised herself she wouldn’t cry so disgracefully again, but when she looked in the mirror, her eyes were truly red.

She firmly believed all of this was the fault of the rumored transfer student, Name.

The fact that Sihoo had scored 84 and she had scored 82 was frustrating, but she could still look forward to the next opportunity.

How had she lived,

What kind of family environment had she grown up in,

What kind of amazing teacher had taught her...