Chapter 5

I scratched my head as I stared at the reviewer I was holding after the exam. I still couldn't get over the answers I wrote earlier.

"I feel like number 22 is really wrong," I insisted while carefully reading the highlighted part. I flipped the page and checked the other words indicated in the notebook. My pen brushed against my lips as I focused on it.

Someone tapped me on the shoulder, but I ignored it. It might just be my male classmates playing a prank on me again.

I was still sitting in my usual seat. It was probably around four in the afternoon because I could feel the heat outside. I could also hear the noise of students.

Someone tapped me again, but this time, twice. I frowned and turned around.

A guy was standing beside me. He was in uniform, but it was obvious he wasn't from my department because of the color of his ID string. He had glasses, messy hair, and was holding a sketchpad.

"Oh? Who are you?" I asked.

His cheeks turned red. He couldn't even look at me d