Seolhyun’s POV

“Hi class!” Ms Shin greeted, or rather squealed, at the class. Tryhard.

“I’m 21, turning 22, and I’m freshly graduated from this very school. I was the valedictorian, you know, so you’re in good hands! ” She continued in that same upbeat voice, and winked. Tryhard

“I’ll be taking your class for about 8 months, after which I’ll be leaving for university. Considering my grades, probably a good one!” Tryhard.

A tryhard indeed. But an undeniably able one.

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I apologise for my uncultured language earlier. Perhaps you’re a tad confused by how out of character I seem, considering how the retarded the author didn’t do any justice to the depth of my character. Its true that I felt nervous af earlier, but it was more of because this cultured, rich environment was one that was foreign to me, and not because I was by any means a withdrawn person.

Perhaps understanding my educational background might help a bit. For a variety of reasons—one part poverty, another part laziness and a big part because of my distance from any good school I attended what you would call uncouth schools. They were just like the rich, big schools like FNC, except that the teachers tended to not give a and were far worse when they actually gave a . You could say that I had a “gangster”-esque upbringing, where the language for survival tends to be a little more uncouth. Just a little. Just a little.

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