It was an ordinary day, no different from any other.
I went to school as usual, engaged in a bit of mischief while studying, played a game of basketball with my friends until just before sunset, and dozed off in exhaustion during late hours.
18 years old, a second-year high school student.
Han Yeon-hu.
Standing at 174cm and weighing 65kg, the only exercise I’d ever done in my life was playing soccer and basketball during PE class and lunch break since middle school.
Perhaps as a result, I had some semblance of muscle definition, but it wasn’t anything remarkable.
In terms of whether I was handsome or not, I wasn’t the type of person who would be called handsome at first glance. But I wasn’t ugly either and had a fairly warm face, thanks to my kind impression and slightly lowered gaze.
I had had a few girlfriends here and there, back in elementary and middle school days, if you’d like to count those.
I used to be quite good at studying, up until around the second year of middle school. However, from that point on, I started spending more time with friends, and now I was somewhere in the middle of the pack academically. I was decent at soccer and basketball, and I could hold my own in video games.
No matter what I did, I was at least good enough for people to say, “Hey, you’re not bad at this.” However, I had never truly immersed myself in anything, and I didn’t have the perseverance to excel to the point where people would say, “You’re really good.”
In conclusion,
I honestly consider myself above average. If I were to equate it to the mock exam grades, I’d be about a 3.
To put it plainly, I had a reasonably decent face and slacked off a bit in academics, but I’m still in the middle of the pack, and I was quite good at sports; the same goes for video games. I figured that made me slightly above average, didn’t it?
Yeah.
I think that’s about right.
If you lined up tens of thousands of high school boys, I think I’d be able to sit relatively close to the front.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t know my limits.
“Will you go out with me?”
I’m not the kind of high school guy to whom a high school girl who – if we crossed paths on the street, might have made me turn back to look at her – would confess to me with a soft smile and a twinkle in her eye.
No, absolutely not.
I was never a complete loner. Honestly, being in an all-boys high school meant I didn’t have many opportunities to interact with girls, but up until middle school, I had hung out with both boys and girls like any other kid.
Thanks to that, I was able to say something clearly even though I was very flustered inside.
“[Shincheonji]1, it’s difficult.”
Then turned around and ran away.
Wow, the Shincheonji I’ve only seen on the Internet is actually here.
Are they recruiting kids these days?
It was an ordinary day, no different from any other.
I went to school as usual, engaged in a bit of mischief while studying, played a game of basketball with my friends until just before sunset, and dozed off in exhaustion during late hours.
18 years old, a second-year high school student.
Han Yeon-hu.
Standing at 174cm and weighing 65kg, the only exercise I’d ever done in my life was playing soccer and basketball during PE class and lunch break since middle school.
Perhaps as a result, I had some semblance of muscle definition, but it wasn’t anything remarkable.
In terms of whether I was handsome or not, I wasn’t the type of person who would be called handsome at first glance. But I wasn’t ugly either and had a fairly warm face, thanks to my kind impression and slightly lowered gaze.
I had had a few girlfriends here and there, back in elementary and middle school days, if you’d like to count those.
I used to be quite good at studying, up until around the second year of middle school. However, from that point on, I started spending more time with friends, and now I was somewhere in the middle of the pack academically. I was decent at soccer and basketball, and I could hold my own in video games.
No matter what I did, I was at least good enough for people to say, “Hey, you’re not bad at this.” However, I had never truly immersed myself in anything, and I didn’t have the perseverance to excel to the point where people would say, “You’re really good.”
In conclusion,
I honestly consider myself above average. If I were to equate it to the mock exam grades, I’d be about a 3.
To put it plainly, I had a reasonably decent face and slacked off a bit in academics, but I’m still in the middle of the pack, and I was quite good at sports; the same goes for video games. I figured that made me slightly above average, didn’t it?
Yeah.
I think that’s about right.
If you lined up tens of thousands of high school boys, I think I’d be able to sit relatively close to the front.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t know my limits.
“Will you go out with me?”
I’m not the kind of high school guy to whom a high school girl who – if we crossed paths on the street, might have made me turn back to look at her – would confess to me with a soft smile and a twinkle in her eye.
No, absolutely not.
I was never a complete loner. Honestly, being in an all-boys high school meant I didn’t have many opportunities to interact with girls, but up until middle school, I had hung out with both boys and girls like any other kid.
Thanks to that, I was able to say something clearly even though I was very flustered inside.
“[Shincheonji]1, it’s difficult.”
Then turned around and ran away.
Wow, the Shincheonji I’ve only seen on the Internet is actually here.
Are they recruiting kids these days?
