Min-Jun.

In a large city in South Korea, there lived a boy named Min-jun.
He was 16 years old, wore round glasses, had brown hair that was always a bit 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 plain, the furniture was old, and his room was small.
But there was one special thing in that room.
Books.
Books on the desk.
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.
His mother worked hard to support them both.
She left early and came back late.
Even when she was tired, she always said:
— You are an amazing boy, Min-jun.
But it was hard for him to believe it.
At school, no one seemed to think the same.
Every day started the same way.
He woke up early, put on his uniform, adjusted his glasses, and walked alone to school.
No one waited for him at the gate.
No one sent messages asking how he was.
No one saved a seat for him in the classroom.
When he entered the class, some students didn't even notice his presence.
Others simply ignored him.
And there were those who liked to mock him.
Especially the athletes.
— Hey, little professor!
— Are you going to marry a book?
— I bet he's never talked to a girl!