Min-Jun.

In a large city in South Korea, lived a boy named Min-jun. He was 16 years old, wore round glasses, had brown hair that was always a little messy, and spent most of his time studying. Not because he wanted to impress anyone, but because books were the only friends he had. Min-jun lived in a small, old apartment with his mother. The place wasn't luxurious. The walls were simple, the furniture was old, and his room was small. But there was something special about that room. Books. Books on the table. Books on the shelf. Books piled on the floor. Books everywhere. When he got home from school, he used to spend hours reading about science, astronomy, biology, history, and any subject that sparked his curiosity. Their mother worked very hard to support them both. She would leave early and return late. Even when tired, she always said: — You're an amazing boy, Min-jun. But it was difficult for him to believe that. At school, no one seemed to think the same way. Every day started the same way. He would wake up early, put on his uniform, adjust his glasses, and walk to school alone. Nobody was expecting him at the gate. No one texted him to ask how he was doing. No one saved a seat for him in the room. When she entered the classroom, some students didn't even notice her presence. Others simply ignored him. And there were those who enjoyed mocking him. Primarily the athletes. Hey, little professor! Are you going to marry a book? I bet he's never spoken to a girl!