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A girl named Yeji boarded the bus. The early rays of the sun were streaming in. There were almost no people, just a couple of old men poring over books and a couple of young people, clearly on their way to school. Yeji adjusted her headphones, which sat firmly on her shock of red curly hair. It wasn't her head, it was an explosion at a pasta factory. Her brown coat fluttered as she walked, and her fabric bag with her laptop slung over her shoulder. The bus pulled away smoothly. The ride, as always, was supposed to last a little over half an hour. University doesn't wait. Everything was calm, peaceful. But suddenly, the bus braked sharply. Her red curl flew down, but bumped into something soft and gentle. Yeji came to her senses and turned around. She was standing in the arms of a tall guy. He looked at her with tender eyes.

• Hello, curly haired girl.