A Relentless Senior (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
Do Han clearly heard her voice even amidst the ceaseless bursts of fireworks.
“I like that older brother.”
At the moment her clear voice rang in his ears, it felt as if the world had frozen.
He’d received countless confessions from women before, yet this sounded strangely unfamiliar—as if he were hearing it for the first time.
It felt as though an arrow had pierced his chest, and his heart had turned into soft, fluffy cotton.
Pain and warmth arrived simultaneously.
It was an emotion he’d never felt before in his life—unfamiliar and uncomfortable.
Had he ever shown a chink in his armor?
Had she somehow sensed his heart leaning toward her?
Was that why she’d grown fond of him?
Do Han blamed himself, wondering if he’d given her even the slightest hope.
One thing was certain: he couldn’t accept this girl’s feelings.
Her purity was something entirely incompatible with him.
It was a transparency he didn’t dare taint.
Being with her had been comforting and enjoyable.
But he couldn’t selfishly drag her into his misfortune just to indulge in that comfort.
The conclusion was simple.
Do Han looked into Sa Rang’s clear, earnest eyes and slowly opened his mouth.
“Like someone other than me. Someone like Jung Yoon Jae. You two would suit each other well.”
Imagining how much she must have agonized before confessing to him made him feel as though he were committing a sin.
Yet there was no need to be gentle in his rejection.
If he couldn’t accept her anyway, leaving her with the memory of him as a jerk was the kindest thing he could do.
Sa Rang had expected his rejection—but not like this.
Mentioning Yoon Jae felt cowardly to her.
“Just say you don’t like me.”
“I don’t dislike you. I just don’t like you either.”
“But I heard you accept every confession you get?”
“That’s right.”
“Then why me…?”
“I don’t date freshmen.”
“Why not?”
“Because your heart’s too delicate. If a tender-hearted freshman dates me, she’ll only get hurt. Why do you think my nickname is ‘Relentless’? Besides, I might end up being your first boyfriend.”
“You don’t want that?”
“It’s too much pressure—first boyfriend, first relationship, first kiss. It’s overwhelming when the other person is experiencing everything for the first time.”
Sa Rang’s face flushed.
She didn’t want to seem naive, yet to him, she was nothing more than a child.
After catching her breath, she met Do Han’s gaze once more.
“Then… when I’ve dated someone else and become a sophomore—will you accept my confession then?”
Her unexpected compromise left Do Han, who had been refuting her the whole time, momentarily speechless.
He hadn’t anticipated she’d go this far.
He’d been anxiously watching her, worried she might cry or be hurt—but Sa Rang turned out to be surprisingly bold.
That made her all the more regrettable, all the more wistful.
Do Han felt a powerful urge rising within him—to become her first boyfriend.
An absurd yet overwhelming desire gripped him: to hold her hand, to kiss her, to be the first man to have her.
“So even then, it’s still impossible with me?”
“Yeah. I don’t think it’ll work with you.”
His voice trembled slightly as he suppressed the cry welling up inside his chest.
Fortunately, the crowd’s noise masked it.
At his final words, Sa Rang offered a faint smile.
“I understand.”
She looked back up at the sky, signaling she’d grasped his meaning.
Now that it was all over, she watched the fireworks with a light heart.
They were so beautiful.
Truly stunning.
Only now did the dazzling lights—missed while she’d been lost in Do Han—finally catch her eye.
Conversely, he could no longer look at the night sky.
A presence brighter than the fireworks had lodged itself deep in his heart, sparkling brightly within.
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Sa Rang spent the entire weekend sick in bed.
She’d caught a severe cold, probably from wearing light clothes and standing in the chilly amusement park breeze.
It had been a long time since she’d felt this unwell.
She should’ve gone to the hospital on Saturday, but thinking she’d recover with rest only worsened her condition.
By the next day, her whole body burned with fever and ached as if it might break apart.
No matter how tightly she wrapped herself in blankets, the chill wouldn’t leave—so she finally went to the emergency room with Ji Woo.
It was influenza.
They were stunned to learn you could still catch the flu in April.
Sa Rang returned home, took her prescribed medicine, and fell asleep.
She woke multiple times from chills and pain, but once her fever lowered slightly, she slept peacefully.
Ji Woo, who’d bought warm porridge, fed her small spoonfuls whenever she woke.
“You won’t be able to go to school until Thursday.”
Since influenza required five days away from group settings, she’d have to stay home.
Sa Rang, who’d never missed a single class until now, would inevitably skip several lectures.
“Yeah. They’ll count it as an excused absence if I submit the doctor’s note.”
“You went on a great date with Do Han oppa, and now this mess?”
“Right?”
Sa Rang offered only a faint smile, not mentioning she’d confessed to him.
She didn’t want him pitying her, thinking her illness was due to heartbreak.
She’d known all along he’d reject her—so she wasn’t shocked.
She truly didn’t mind.
If anything, she felt relieved.
It was as if a thorn deeply embedded in her palm, stinging painfully whenever touched, had finally been pulled out—refreshingly freeing.
She no longer had to suffer over him, and that brought her peace.
Though catching the flu right now made it easy to misunderstand, it definitely wasn’t because of his rejection.
That’s what Sa Rang believed.
“I’m worried I’ll pass it to you.”
“Don’t worry about that—just get well soon.”
“Yeah, thanks. You’re going through so much trouble because of me.”
“Don’t be silly. Go back to sleep. I’ll turn off the light.”
Ji Woo felt sorry seeing Sa Rang’s face look half its usual size overnight.
At least they lived together, so she could take care of her a little—that was a small comfort.
While taking Sa Rang to the emergency room, Ji Woo had been scared and found herself thinking of her parents.
College had seemed nothing but wonderful—yet now, facing this situation, she realized anew how comfortable life had been under her parents’ care.
This, she thought, was how one gradually became an adult.
After turning off the light so Sa Rang could sleep deeply, Ji Woo—sleeping later than her—woke early the next morning and headed outside.
She was going to buy bean sprout soup rice to feed Sa Rang real food instead of porridge from today onward.
Rushing down the stairs to return before Sa Rang woke, she found Do Han standing right in front of their house.
“Hello.”
At Ji Woo’s greeting, Do Han’s eyes fixed on the front door she’d just opened.
Only then did Ji Woo realize it was Monday—and that Do Han had been waiting to walk to class with Sa Rang.
“Sa Rang can’t go to school for a while.”
“Why?”
“She’s sick.”
Do Han’s eyes widened slightly.
Every Monday morning without fail, Sa Rang called him for a morning wake-up—but there’d been no call today.
He’d assumed it was natural, since he’d rejected her confession.
Starting his day without hearing that clear voice left him feeling as gloomy as a sky thick with storm clouds.
Hoping just a glimpse of her face might lift his mood, he’d left home early and waited near her house.
But he hadn’t expected she’d be ill.
She’d said goodbye with her usual smile, making him think she hadn’t been hurt.
Yet of course she had been—and foolishly, he’d believed her smile.
Do Han felt awful, as if Sa Rang’s illness were entirely his fault.
“How bad is it if she can’t go for a while?”
“She has the flu. She needs to stay home until Thursday.”
I should’ve done the assignment near campus and sent it to her.
I took her to the amusement park’s nighttime opening dressed so thinly and stayed out so late.
Do Han regretted having taken her to the amusement park that night.
“Then I’ll head off first.”
Only after Ji Woo walked away did Do Han exhale a long breath.
He looked up at the second-floor window on the left—the one belonging to Sa Rang’s room.
His feet twitched with the urge to rush upstairs immediately.
He pulled out his phone, thinking of calling her—then let out a frustrated sigh and dropped his hand.
“You idiot.”
What was he even trying to do?
He’d crushed her feelings without mercy—yet now he was playing the kind senior?
He felt ridiculous even to himself.
Muttering curses at himself, Do Han turned and walked away.
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Sa Rang’s eyes sparkled as she returned to the lecture hall after a week’s absence.
Staying cooped up at home had been harder than being sick.
Even the professor’s drowsy voice sounded as clear and refreshing as birdsong today.
Indeed, the whole world seemed different.
After finishing her general education class and stepping outside, even the air felt invigorating.
As she walked toward the engineering building for her next lecture, someone called her name from behind.
“Lee Sa Rang!”
Turning around, she saw Yoon Jae running toward her.
He stopped in front of her, caught his breath, and examined her face carefully.
“Are you okay?”
After receiving her message a week ago about missing their “Understanding Hanja” class due to the flu, Yoon Jae had worried nonstop.
His face still brimmed with concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine now. I can attend classes starting today.”
Having missed human company during her illness, Sa Rang was glad to see Yoon Jae.
If she hadn’t been living with Ji Woo, she might not have spoken a single word in five days.
Yoon Jae, pitying her pale appearance, took off his department jacket.
“Your face looks really worn out. Wear this. It’s shady here, so it’s cold.”
“No, it’s okay.”
Though Sa Rang waved him off, Yoon Jae insisted on draping the jacket over her shoulders.
Helplessly, she accepted it.
“Thanks. But isn’t this jacket a bit hot for April?”
Wearing his oversized clothes made her feel as if she were borrowing her dad’s jacket.
Besides, it was thick and heavy for spring.
“It’s hot.”
“Then why wear it around?”
“Because it’s cool.”
Sa Rang laughed at his simple answer.
Yoon Jae chuckled too and added an explanation.
“In middle school, I was practicing for a swimming competition when a college student visited our coach—it was his birthday. The guy brought a gift for the coach and snacks for us juniors. He looked so cool. That was the first time I saw a department jacket with the university name on it, and it felt like some exclusive privilege for sports students. I told myself I’d train hard, get into a physical education department as a swimming recruit, and wear that jacket someday.”
Hearing Yoon Jae’s story, Sa Rang felt a pang of sadness.
He’d fulfilled his dream of entering the PE department and earning that jacket—but then had to quit swimming due to injury.
“It must’ve been really hard when you gave up swimming.”
“I cried a lot back then, as a kid.”
Brushing it off as ancient history, Yoon Jae brightened his expression to lighten the mood.
“But quitting swimming helped me discover something I never knew about myself—and that was good.”
“What was it?”
“That I was actually smart.”
“What?”
“Well, I got into our university, didn’t I?”
Sa Rang admired how lightly Yoon Jae spoke of his painful past, despite having cried so much.
She’d worried the jacket might remind him painfully of the dream he’d been forced to abandon—but he was stronger than she’d thought.
Even as just a friend, she respected him.
His strength gave her courage.
Though she’d pretended otherwise, being rejected by a guy had secretly drained her—but compared to what Yoon Jae had endured, her situation was nothing.
There was no reason to feel depressed over a single rejection.
Like Yoon Jae, she could use this experience as a chance to discover a part of herself she’d never known.
Sa Rang decided to stay positive.
“Yeah. Jung Yoon Jae is really amazing. So cool.”
“Huh? Me?”
“No—the jacket.”
“What?”
Yoon Jae, who’d been pleased by the compliment, frowned in confusion.
Finding his expression amusing, Sa Rang burst into laughter.
But her smile froze as she spotted Do Han walking toward them.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
***
Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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