4:30 pm, our working hours will end again but deadlines are still raining down on me. The head of the accounting department, Maam Malou, is angry. I'm not a robot, but I don't know. The height of its expectations of me. Because I can do everything. The coffee I brewed had cooled and it was even colder when Ma'am Amelia arrived. Oh my goodness, when will I go home and then I will show up and what else will I do.

They are ready to walk tomorrow, it's a long weekend because it's a holiday - Chinese new year. I'm supposed to do the billing for our funding. So I acted immediately, it was boring. I was even more irritated by Ma’am Amelia’s voice which was loud, full and terrifying. She put the urgent matter on my desk. And according to her, everything on my desk is urgent!

Half an hour passed, I really went home. My colleagues seem to be waiting for the bundy clock so at five o'clock, they are already in front of it to go out. What are they good at? They are just lazy people who pretend that they are motivated enough to work.

I tried to ignore Ma'am Amelia's presence but here she is again, the amount she revises in everything I do. I think she’s just powertripping, I don't know why.
As usual, I went home late again. I used to get in early and go home when it seemed like it was going to be morning according to the guard. Eh I'm just right, I'm single, I don't have any children waiting for me to come home. But I have to go home early! Mama came home and I bought something to meet her.

As I walked, I thought again how worthless I was. The sadness of my life. I wasted my time with this job for a long time, I have no entertainment outside. I can't even have my time to be free from capitalism.
I took a deep breath as I waited for the car to return home. I hope I can fall asleep easily later and I hope I don't have to think about the pending work that awaits me tomorrow.

And that's it, it's a good thing there is a bus stop. I boarded immediately. I chose the one in the far seat that is right in the window so that I can lean my head when I want to take a nap on the flight while listening to a song on the phone.

"My heart" is the title of the song I'm listening to. It is a Korean song and OST of a historical drama "The King Is In Love."
Siwan is the star. I sighed. He is still very handsome and has a nice voice. He also sang what I was listening to.

"You're famous too, who is your girlfriend now? I know she's lucky with you," I exclaimed as if I didn't care who heard. They just think I'm just crazy talking to myself.

I was inspired by Siwan until now and I want to see him. But will I still be remembered then? 15 years have also passed. He and I were successful, nothing has changed. Remains defeated.
Gradually I felt drowsy but it also disappeared immediately when I felt my head lean on my shoulder.
Yikes.

15 years ago...

I shook my head ...

“Sir, excuse me! My head is not a pillow! "I shouted loudly but the man in the hoodie jacket was still asleep, I couldn't see his face. I wanted to push him but I was too harsh to do that. He didn't touch me. I didn't want to. It just really irks me to have someone leaning on my shoulder and then I don't even know who he is. It’s creepy, to be honest. I also can't help but be seduced upon seeing his face. Of course, even if I'm ugly, I'm still attracted to someone.
"Mr. Driver, please stop! I'm coming down!" I shouted and after a while the bus stopped.
I'm late for class! Why did I choose the morning schedule? I didn’t know why I came up with that decision.

Oh by the way, I’m Michie. 15 years old and still in third year high school. Today is the first day of class, it's embarrassing to be late. I struggled until I got to the classroom as well. Eight o'clock in the morning class, I arrived by 7:58. Wow, buzzer beater!
It's a good thing Ma'am isn't here yet. I ignored my classmates, I didn't know any of them. I haven't been with the same classmates from my previous school year. But it's okay, I'm not friendly. I was shy and lacked self confidence. I also sit in the farthest seat. I am afraid to talk and communicate.

Our first subject was math. My God, son of a bitch! I'm stupid here! I still get sleepy every time math is the subject.
Nothing enters my brain while Ma'am is teaching, she must have noticed that I was yawning so she suddenly called me. She asked me to solve the problem on the board.

I can't even solve my problem of how to be smart in math, can I even solve an equation in Algebra?

"I do not want to." I felt so embarrassed, I still rubbed my face. I know my answer is wrong and it's more embarrassing to make a mistake in front of many people.
"How will you learn if you don't want to try?" she chided.
I just scratched my head. "Because I don't want to make mistakes. I'm scared."
"There's nothing wrong with making mistakes," she said. So there, I was forced to solve the math problem. I really don’t know! What numbers and letters do I put, err.

Ma'am laughed at me. When she laughed, my classmates began to laugh too. I’m getting more embarrassed that I could belittle my worth. She just said earlier that there is nothing wrong with making mistakes but why does she seem to embarrass me in front of so many people?
I bit my lower lip. I also bent down as I returned to my back seat. I was about to cry that time. I'm embarrassed again. How can a student be motivated if the teacher himself is also a bully?
I even heard Ma'am say something, that I'm stupid.

Hey, I know what that means!
The laughter stopped when another student arrived. Oh my gosh, someone is even later than me and he's half an hour late!

"How dare you enter my class without apologizing to me because you're late?" Everyone was startled by Ma'am's voice but the male student was not startled or even terrified by looking at her. He went to the front with his forehead still high and knelt down. What is his trip in life?
"I'm sorry Ma'am, I slept for a long time," he said to our teacher without any guts to feel the shame.

Wow. His courage. I wish I have that kind of strength! And he’s still so honest, he has a slot right away in heaven!
"Solve the problem on the board!" Ma'am did not seem to accept the man's apology. But that student quickly solved the problem on the board.

"In fairness, you hit it right!"

Everyone was amazed. Wow, I also want to have the same ability as him! Hopefully we can share the same brain.
Ma'am finally made him sit down, she also reminded him not to be late. And since there were no more vacant seats, he had no choice but to take the vacant seat beside me.

"Hi, you didn't wake me up earlier."
I looked at the behavior of the male student, the genius boy. We haven't met yet but I immediately glanced at him.
"Am I the one you're talking to?" I whispered a question that he quickly nodded.

"I was the one next to you on the bus earlier. We're going to have a class. Nice meeting you, I'm Siwan Yim." He smiled broadly as he said that.
This is the first time that someone has talked to me and he is really not the same sex as me.
"I can help you with math," he added. I then slapped myself. "I'm not dreaming, am I?"
He just smiled and we stared at each other for a long time until I felt the chalk hit my forehead.

"You! You're so stupid because you're not listening!"

The thrown chalk was painful enough but the most painful part is the words she let out.

"I'm sorry Ma'am. I chatted to her. It's my fault." There was a plea in Siwan's voice.
I was shocked. Why is he doing this?
My heart is pounding with joy.