A year had passed since Grandpa insisted on a home lesson teacher, and he'd succeeded. Thanks to my memories from my past life, I remembered everything clearly, making me fit to get into college. I’d be among the seniors—yeah, that felt great.

College

After going through the necessary steps, I was led to my new class. Yes, I was shy. As I stepped into the classroom, my face felt slightly hot, tingeing pink. I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks, and I stood there, clutching my backpack so tightly my knuckles turned white. I could hear whispers from different angles about how beautiful I was. They thought I was a girl; some even made bets with valuable things.

"Mr. Woo, introduction please," the female teacher, who seemed to be the music teacher, prompted. 'Ttong'. I felt like punching her. I couldn’t grasp it. I was the person who made people nervous at home, but how was it that at school, I was so shy and timid? Lost in my thoughts, the teacher gently tapped my shoulder, making me flinch. Ahhh, my heart felt like it was being ripped out.

"Continue please," the teacher urged. I cleared my throat and began to speak. "I... I... I am... am Kim Tae Woo... t-the... the third master of the Woo family..." I managed to give the necessary information about myself, and the teacher asked me to sit anywhere. I chose a corner that gave me access to see the whole class, yet no one would know I was there if they didn't look closely. I sat alone, right next to the window.

After class, some girls flocked to my side. Some had curious gazes, while others sported blushes and dreamy looks as they stared at me. "W... what... what do you want?" I stuttered, feeling a bit intimidated. I hated myself for being so weak in public.

"Do you often stutter?" a pretty girl with curly brown locks asked, her tone filled with curiosity.

No, hell no. I shook my head vigorously in denial.

"Hmm, but why do you stutter now?" she pressed, genuinely curious. I didn't know what I was thinking, but I blurted out a very silly answer: "I am shy to talk in the public." My face burned even redder by the second.

Some girls chuckled at my response. "He's cute. Shy and timid, just like a six-year-old boy," a lady with black locks said, her eyes dreamy. Damn, this made me blush even more. I was sure I'd burn to ashes if this continued, and phew, luckily, a masculine voice sounded from the doorway. The girls turned, their expressions stiffening.

"Yohan Bei!" a girl almost screamed, looking at him. She probably had a crush on him. Well, I didn't give a f*ck who she loved. Honestly speaking, he was extremely handsome. His sharp edges and eagle-black eyes, sharp, slim, straight nose, and red lips... His full eyebrows and his height. Even through his uniform, you could see his built body—his abs, chiseled chest, collarbone... Ah, he looked seductive. I had to swallow an imaginary lump in my throat and looked away. I hated guys who were comparable to me. His looks made me have second thoughts about myself. But then, when I saw the effect I had on people, I felt confident again.

"I demand an explanation. Why are you bullying the newcomer?" Yohan asked, his voice low but loud enough for everyone around to hear. His tone carried an aura of authority that even I shuddered at.

"We... I mean, I was not bullying him," the brown-haired girl stammered. Yohan pierced her with his eyes, trying to gauge if she was lying, but no, it was true.