Ch.346341 – The Transfer Student

# Student Counseling Basic Data

**Name: Cheon Saet-byeol**

**Date of Birth: April 9, 2036**

**Career & Occupation: Entertainer (student’s wish) / Same (parents’ wish)**

**Hobbies & Skills: Listening to music / Virtual reality gaming**

“Hmm, no matter how I look at it, this seems like a ticking bomb…”

The Guryong High School 1st year head teacher sighed.

“You shouldn’t judge a student before even meeting them! You never know someone’s true character.”

“I’m just worried about you, Teacher Eun-jeong. According to big data, students like this always disrupt the academic atmosphere. Looking at this, she took equivalency exams for both elementary and middle school.”

“She must have had her reasons. Maybe health issues?”

This was Guryong High School, located in Gangnam’s prestigious 8th School District.

The self-proclaimed college admissions expert head teacher wasn’t pleased with the transfer student’s career aspirations.

‘It’s always the empty-headed kids who love to play around that write “entertainer.” Do they think becoming a celebrity is easy these days?’

In regular high schools, the college entrance results of each top student are extremely important.

If one troublemaker appeared and muddied the waters, it could affect even the students who were doing well.

“Plus, she seems to be mixed-race.”

“Teacher! Now you’re being racist!”

“No, what I mean is that she has looks that will be extremely popular with the boys. I understand why she wrote ‘entertainer.'”

“Since she’ll be in my class, could I see her file too?”

“I’ll give it to you after I’ve finished looking through it.”

When the head teacher turned to the next page, his eyes nearly popped out.

He even put on his rarely-used glasses to read the text.

**Family Relations**

• Father: Cheon Kyu-jin / 57 years old / University Professor

• Younger sibling: No Na-me / 8 years old / Elementary school student

**Hopes for High School Life: I want to have a fun school life!**

“Teacher Eun-jeong. Are there any other people in Korea named ‘No Na-me’ besides this child?”

“No Na-me? It’s such a unique name, I doubt there are others.”

“Right, if she’s 8 years old and named No Na-me, it must be… Look at this.”

“Why are you… Oh my goodness!”

The two teachers stared at the transfer student’s personal information for a while, unable to speak.

“No Na-me has an older sister?”

* * *

People often mention high school when asked about a time in their youth they’d like to return to.

Although they were chained by the shackles of college entrance exams, the memories built with fellow “inmates” in the same situation become beautified throughout their lives.

In reality, the students themselves were exhausted by the repetitive study routine.

From first period on Monday, students fell into despair during math class.

Fortunately, due to the math teacher’s sick leave, self-study was given instead of a lesson.

The first-year students all seemed to have made a pact to enjoy the sweet spring breeze flowing through the windows while taking a nap.

Only a few students whose determination hadn’t yet been broken by the midterm exams were diligently moving their pens.

Just before the bell rang, a male student returning from the bathroom hurriedly sat down and spoke to his friends.

“Guys, big news! According to the IT teacher, we’re getting a transfer student today!”

At this news, students who had been dozing lightly rubbed their sleepy eyes and raised their heads.

“Ugh, it’s you again? Yawn… I actually thought it was true.”

“It’s not a lie, it’s real. The transfer student is in the faculty office right now.”

“What if you’re wrong?”

“If I’m wrong, I’ll buy you 5 million won worth of snacks from the school store.”

Only then did a serious listening atmosphere form.

“Is she pretty?”

“What’s he like? Is he handsome?”

In their own language, they were asking if the transfer student was female or male.

“I just overheard it passing by, so I didn’t see. They said it’s a girl.”

“Nice!”

“Our class has 23 students, so we’re one short, right? She’s definitely coming to our class!”

“What if she looks like Kim Hee-jung? That would be disappointing…”

“Do you want to die? What’s wrong with looking like me?”

Even during break time, the topic remained hot.

If the school were an online community, every post would have been about the transfer student.

A lucky student who managed to enter and exit the faculty office spread new information.

“It’s a bit embarrassing to say with my own mouth…”

“Stop stalling and tell us already!”

“Confirmed top-tier beauty in the province. Super small face, extremely white skin, and though I’m not sure, she seemed foreign.”

“Woooooow!”

Both boys and girls cheered loudly.

Most of the girls also celebrated enthusiastically, as surprisingly, girls tend to appreciate beautiful women more than boys do.

While a man can only enjoy that beauty with one person, women can treat it like a public good.

Pinching cheeks, holding hands, or hugging waists were culturally acceptable behaviors among Korean high school girls.

Even after the bell signaling the start of second period rang, not everyone took their seats.

Students were busy spending the energy they had accumulated during first period in small groups.

Then the classroom door opened, and Korean language teacher Ms. Lee Eun-jeong, the homeroom teacher of Class 1-3, entered and quieted the commotion.

A female student following in her shadow came into view.

Her calm brown hair almost touched her shoulders as she walked.

Her snow-white skin was flawless without a single blemish.

Students sitting in the front row could even see the woman’s straight nose bridge and eyelashes that were twice as long as others’.

Although her height was average, her pelvis was positioned much higher than others, making her legs look exceptionally long.

‘Is she really foreign? Can she speak Korean?’

‘Is she really wearing the same uniform as us?’

‘Her proportions are insane…’

‘She’s pretty but handsome! Handsome but pretty! How can a person be like this?’

When the transfer student looked around the classroom with a serious expression, students who made eye contact quickly averted their gaze.

At this stage, awkwardness still prevailed over familiarity.

“We have a new transfer student in our class, and since this is her first time attending school, don’t tease or criticize her if she acts awkwardly. I hope you’ll all take good care of her. She’s Korean like all of you, so don’t discriminate based on appearance.”

The notion of discriminating based on appearance was absurd.

Rather, the students thought that someone so beautiful should receive special treatment.

“Would you like to sit in that empty seat over there? Dahee, your seatmate, will share textbooks with you.”

Adella flinched momentarily but then picked up her bag and moved to the very back seat.

“Teacher, what about her self-introduction!”

“You skipped the self-introduction!”

The students’ question was valid.

But Teacher Lee Eun-jeong turned on the blackboard and asked instead:

“You can do that during break time among yourselves. Right now is class time.”

“Aww, Teacher!”

The 50-minute class continued, leaving only questions behind.

* * *

“Next line. Regarding the content background, I’ll underline this. Underline ‘respecting humans, valuing real life, and pursuing a nature-friendly lifestyle’ and circle number 3.”

Adella listened attentively to the Korean language class with proper posture.

‘I don’t understand any of this…!’

What were Hyangchal and Hyangga?

Whenever unfamiliar terms popped up, her consciousness sank deeper into a quagmire.

Tap tap-

The girl sitting next to her scribbled something on a yellow Post-it note.

[What’s your name?]

Adella smiled brightly and wrote neatly next to it.

[Cheon Saet-byeol.]

[Wow, that’s pretty 🙂 ]

The girl was surprised at the beautiful pure Korean name, pursing her lips into a circle.

She passed the note to the person in front.

The student in front hid their hand behind their back and gave a thumbs up.

‘Oh, this method… not bad!’

[Where are you from?]

[Korea.]

This time, she didn’t pass the note forward.

Perhaps that wasn’t the answer she wanted.

[Were you born in Korea?]

[Probably, yeah.]

[So what’s your mixed heritage?]

[I don’t really know. Poland? Ukraine? Korea? Japan?]

[?]

Bae Dahee raised her eyebrows skeptically.

It meant, how could you not know that?

‘Ah!’

Understanding the telepathy perfectly, Adella nodded and picked up her pencil again.

[I’m an orphan! Both my birth parents passed away and I was adopted!]

“…!!!”

[I’m sorry sorry sorry sorry really sorry crying crying crying]

She had opened Pandora’s box that should have remained closed.

Dahee, feeling guilty, hung her head low and sobbed with her shoulders shaking.

After some time, having barely regained her composure, Dahee sniffled and continued her questions.

[What do you like, Saet-byeol?]

[Listening to rock music, and I also like gaming.]

[What games?]

[These days I play Animal Crossing and World of Arsheria.]

Then the last note was returned from a male student.

[└ Ask her what tier she is.]

A question scrawled in messy handwriting.

[└└ Master.]

When that note was passed forward, a commotion erupted among the male students.

“Everyone, let’s turn off the local broadcast. Now, the 10-verse Hyangga has a three-stage development structure with a beginning-development-conclusion structure, and the last part is the falling verse-“

The teacher’s warning temporarily interrupted the flow of Post-it notes.

Dahee and Saet-byeol hunched over, becoming more cautious.

[Minji wants to know what cosmetics you use.]

Questions came flying from everywhere in the form of paper airplanes.

Other transfer students didn’t receive this much attention, but Cheon Saet-byeol’s case was definitely different.

Students burned her with intense gazes, demanding quick answers.

[Sunscreen?]

[No, BB cream or powder.]

[I’m not wearing any.]

[???]

Dahee’s eyebrows curved into a frown.

A slight expression of betrayal also showed on her face.

[Do you have a boyfriend?]

[I’m single.]

[What’s your ideal type?]

Adella put the pencil in her mouth and thought slowly.

‘If I had to say, Name’s World of Arsheria avatar is most my type…’

She couldn’t help but think that her appearance was aesthetically perfect regardless of gender.

With standards set impossibly high, Adella dismissed this question with “Nothing specific.”

The total number of questions answered wasn’t many.

Since they proceeded very slowly to avoid getting caught by the homeroom teacher, they were approaching the end of second period.

Dahee finally asked the question she really wanted to ask.

[You said this is your first time at school?]

[Yep yep.]

[Was there a reason you couldn’t attend school until now? You don’t have to answer if it’s sensitive, Saet-byeol!]

[Ah, it’s nothing major.]

Adella gave a wide smile as if there was no problem.

‘Nothing major, that’s good!’

Dahee, believing her words at face value, looked down at the answer.

[Actually, I couldn’t move my body freely before. I recently received magical treatment, so I can finally enjoy everyday life.]

* * *

“I’m home!”

“Oh Adella, how was your first day of school? Nothing bad happened, right?”

“Sis, you worry too much. Everyone was really nice. They even carried my lunch tray for me.”

“What? They made you let them carry your lunch tray? Didn’t I clearly warn you that if you bullied other kids, you’d die by my hand?!”

[Quick Cast: Demon King’s Horns]

Name’s eyes flashed dangerously.

In Name’s long memory, high school was nothing short of a jungle.

She couldn’t even imagine what force was used to subjugate those proud children in just one day.

There must have been tremendous clashes between them.

“I didn’t make them do it! Friends just offered to carry it…!”

“Don’t make excuses, Adella. Did I teach you to use aura like that? Huh?”

“I’m really being wronged here! This is so unfair!”

Adella beat her chest in protest, but Name wouldn’t listen.

The mana storm intimidatingly pressing down on the entire living room made Adella unconsciously bring out her cat ears.

“Oh my, not putting away your aura? Now you’re talking back?”

“Father, save me! Father!”

“Dad went to a dissertation review today and will be home late. You’re in trouble.”

Dark red aura bubbled up from Name’s back and grew into a grotesque claw.

It was the Demon King’s Hand that she had shown at the Academy Championship.

Mana particles can only be caught with mana particles.

The giant nail snatched the flickering cat ear with a crunch.

“Aaaah! My ear! It hurts! Why does this hurt?!”

“It’s just phantom pain, so stop complaining and follow me to my room.”

“Nyaaaah! You psycho little brat, seriously!”

Clunk-

The soundproof door closed, and Professor Cheon’s house was once again enveloped in peaceful silence.