scramble love.
It is a blockbuster boy manga that achieved record sales of 10 million copies in an era when paper books were extinct.
Befitting the slogan of ‘return to the old days’, the story has been praised for its shameless love comedy that is faithful to the basics of a love comedy, yet contains the author’s own unique colors.
The reason I came to know about this comic book was because the fandom on the Internet was burned in a bad way by defeating all the heroines called me in the finale of Scramble Love, and the hopeful childhood friend ending came out.
From what I heard, the childhood friend who became a true heroine was ranked 4th in the overall popularity poll or something.
To be honest, I came across this as an internet humor article without much thought, so I thought it was a story that had nothing to do with me.
But-
I never dreamed that I would be possessed in that cartoon.
Let alone a 5700-character protest postcard, I’ve never read it in my life.
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“Chief, say hello.”
“Yes! Everyone is attentive! Salute to the teacher!”
While my homeroom teacher, who looked like a hot-blooded gymnast, called the roll, I turned my head to look at the campus outside the classroom.
Pink cherry blossoms are in full bloom along the long school road.
Unlike Japan, this is a landscape that cannot be seen in Korea, where the new school year begins in March.
“…keep the motto.”
“Yes!”
While I was thinking about something else, my name was called in order of attendance number, and finally my name, who had been waiting for my turn, was called.
“Kim… Ryusei?”
“This is Kim Yoo-seong.”
“Ah, Kim Yoo-seong. I’m sorry the teacher called me wrong.”
“it’s okay.”
Unlike the harsh impression of a gorilla, a homeroom teacher who genuinely admits his faults.
If this is a cliché for a school, it’s a cliché.
If I politely accept the apology, the homeroom teacher, who even called for attendance after saying thank you, is great as soon as the attendance check is complete! greatness! He groaned and cleared his throat.
“It’s only been a day since the new semester started, so I know it’s cluttered, but please be quiet for a second.”
Then the classroom becomes as quiet as a lie.
When everyone’s attention was focused on him, the homeroom teacher nodded with satisfaction and said:
“There is a transfer student in my class. I’m from a distant place, so there are still many things I’m unfamiliar with, so please pay special attention.”
The classroom was extremely noisy at the teacher’s sudden bombshell remarks.
“A transfer student, is it a boy or a girl?”
“I wish I was a pretty girl.”
“Has anyone seen the transfer student in the office?”
Amidst the flood of languages, whose hands and feet are shrinking just by listening, the homeroom teacher shouted with a dazed voice to the transfer student waiting outside the classroom.
“Hey! Come inside!”
Then the front door of the classroom opened as if waiting.
The moment the transfer student finally appeared, time in the classroom stopped for a moment.
Blond blonde hair shining like melted gold, green eyes shining mysteriously, and intricate facial features like a bisque doll.
An exotic beautiful girl with physical characteristics that can never be seen from a native Japanese, even Bomu walked into the classroom confidently.
As she stood in front of the school table, the homeroom teacher said.
“Introduce yourself.”
Then the blonde girl smiled a cat-like smile for a moment, then slammed the table with both hands and said:
“My name is Rika Kishimoto! I’m from Shizuoka! My favorites are cats, sweets and nattojiru! Please take care of me for the rest of the year!”
Just looking at her, she is such a lively girl.
A guy with no presence like me is a gyaru type who is usually reluctant to talk to him.
“Then, Kishimoto’s seat would be good… over there.”
The homeroom teacher looked around the classroom and pointed at something with her finger, and I realized that it was the seat next to Ryuji Sakamoto, the protagonist of this manga.
It is because the two of them already knew each other even if they knew each other, and when their eyes met, they raised their voices at the same time, saying, “eek!”.
“You! I bumped into you in the alley this morning!”
“Morning pervert!”
“Who’s a pervert!”
As if we were crocheting, I touched my forehead as I felt my mind wandering from each other’s instantaneous exchanges.
‘I’ll take care of it.’
The thought of having to watch this crazy and leaping spectacle for the next two years or more made me really want to transfer school.