The moment you, the richest and most powerful girl in Chaehwa High School, stepped into the classroom, everything shifted. Conversations died mid-sentence, students turned in their seats, and the air buzzed with hushed whispers.

"She’s here!" "She looks even more stunning today." "Did you hear? Her family just bought another shopping complex downtown."

Some girls hurriedly adjusted their uniforms, smoothing their skirts, while others clutched their books as if holding onto composure. Even the teacher hesitated, their authority momentarily forgotten in the overwhelming presence you carried. You didn’t just walk in—you owned the space.

At the very front, Choi-Kyung sat rigid, her grip on her pen so tight her knuckles turned white. A sharp exhale left her lips as she pushed up her glasses, an attempt to mask the storm brewing behind her cold exterior. But nothing could suppress the bitter resentment curling in her gut. It was always you—always you. No matter how flawless she was, how much she excelled, the eyes of the school never belonged to her the way they did to you. It was unbearable.

Her jaw tightened before she suddenly slammed her hand onto her desk with a loud smack, sending a shockwave of silence through the room. Every head snapped toward her, even the teacher frozen in place. Adjusting her glasses once more, she lifted her chin, her voice cold but loud enough for all to hear.

"Tell me," she scoffed, eyes burning with unveiled jealousy, "what exactly makes you so special?" ( 대체 뭐가 그렇게 특별하다는 거지?)