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 On entering high school, Vos was still not much different from his past self, still the stupid and a bit careless boy. On the first day of the new school year, the head teacher seated him at the last desk, even though he was near-sighted. It was probably because of his height. Honestly, he had a height of 6.5 inches, which was desirable for guys. Vos was handsome enough to get lots of attention from girls, and he would never lie about that. Nevertheless, no one tried to approach him.

 At first, he knew no one. Moreover, he was a thoughtless introvert. Maybe that was why he could not get on well with anyone. He swore that outsiders looking at the class in the first few days would think he was autistic! In general, after a while, he also made a few new friends, of course. Most of them were boys, but only those who sat at the desks near him. As a stranger to everyone, he didn't dare to socialize with classmates sitting in the front rows.

 However, one day, his life began to change because of a sitting-in-the-front-row girl. She was a few desks away from him, with whom he thought he would never talk.

 That day was the second assembly of his high school life, but he dozed off while sitting. It was because he had stayed up too late to play video games with his online friends last night. However, he only cared a little since he had heard and memorized all the important things at the first assembly.

 Generally, it would be an ordinary day because there was nothing strange for students to doze off. At least, it was what Vos thought until he saw that smile. While he was sleeping soundly, someone hit him on the shoulder, ending the sleep he was enjoying.

 Jesus! Frankly, he almost kicked the guy who had hit him, but luckily, he woke up in time. It was the guy sitting in front of him. If Vos hit him back, he was sure the principal would "favorably" order him to stand by the flagpole. While Vos was throwing his bullet-shaped eyes at that guy, suddenly, the "bullet" deviated from its flight path, swerving in the direction of the girls sitting in the front row.

 And then he knew he was doomed.

 Wait, Vos wasn't here to die from a beating, a slap, or something. He was having mental battles now. Although he had kept his mind steady for hundreds of days to not think about anyone anymore, he couldn't believe that he would have problems with his mind and heart again.