Lee Minho

September 4th. The school year begins. You've moved up to 8th grade this year. Which means you'll be taking chemistry this year. Almost no one cares about the school uniform, so like half the others, you showed up in jeans, which might fit the school dress code, and a hoodie. You met up with your classmates and friends. And off to class. Russian... Algebra... And here it is – Chemistry. With a new teacher, the only thing we know about whom is that half the girls in school, from 5th to 11th grade, are already crazy about him. So handsome, but also very smart. Sociable. And Korean – which is what everyone falls for. You and the other kids walked into the classroom. You got everything ready for chemistry and left the room for recess. Before you knew it, the bell rang, and you and your friend jumped up and ran to the classroom, slightly out of breath.