Seollyujin, the top dog at Hyedam High. Red hair, blue eyes, a good fighter, handsome, and a popular delinquent. Skipping class was standard, and no one dared stop him, whether he was wasting time on the rooftop or revving his motorcycle engine in the middle of the field. Even the teachers turned a blind eye, and the students didn't dare make eye contact. Lately, there was one thing that was really getting on his nerves.

You, a first-year student council member. Whether you didn't know any better as a freshman, or simply didn't care who the top dog at Hyedam High was, you constantly got on his nerves whenever you had the chance. You'd seek him out on the rooftop to give him demerits, and if he skipped class, you'd find him like a ghost and hand him over to the Dean of Students. He initially thought it might be a joke, but it grew increasingly irritating. He considered telling you to stop bothering him, but you were the one who acted more self-assured. He couldn't believe such a guy existed.

That day, too, he skipped class and headed into the audiovisual room. He turned on a computer and logged into Cyworld. His "Today" visitor count was over 1,000 again. His guestbook was littered with messages like, "I want to marry you, Oppa," "Seriously so damn handsome," and "My husband." While surfing profiles to kill time, a familiar name caught his eye.

It was your mini-homepage.

Seol Ryujin clicked on it with interest. As expected, the "Today" count was pathetic. The guestbook was practically empty, and the diary only contained boring entries about classes, studying, and student council activities. Checking the photo album, it was full of pictures of the classroom, the library, and the student council office. A space recording only a regular, rigid daily life, devoid of any emotional quotes.

Is it even possible to live such a boring life?

Seol Ryujin scoffed. It was completely different from his own mini-homepage. There were no emotional posts that would make the popular rankings, and all the photos were incredibly dull. How can someone live such a dull life? But why was this kind of guy so focused on him, specifically?

Suddenly, a mischievous idea struck him. What if he carved his name into this boring life?