A Relentless Senior (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
March. The semester had begun.
Sa Rang’s heart fluttered just walking across campus, and everything she saw felt wonderfully new.
She finally felt the reality of having become a college student.
Even the heavy dark clouds blanketing the sky looked beautiful—the height of her excitement knew no bounds.
She felt like even if she tripped while walking, she’d burst out laughing “Ha ha ha!”
Sa Rang opened the classroom door with a heart full of anticipation.
Her first class was titled .
Since dating a boyfriend was the very first thing she wanted to do as a college student, this general education course was absolutely essential for her.
She’d study hard and start dating soon—without fail!
Her lips curled into such a wide smile she couldn’t get them to drop, as if she already had a boyfriend.
A moment later, a gust of wind swept past from the side, and someone hurriedly sat down.
They’d almost entered at the exact same time as the professor.
Judging by the tardiness on the very first day, they were probably a freshman lost on campus.
Curious, Sa Rang turned her head to get a look—and instantly caught her breath.
It was him.
The one who’d handed her a blanket during freshman orientation.
The very man she’d fallen for at first sight in her twenty years of life.
Sa Rang blinked several times, wondering if she might be dreaming.
The man didn’t seem to recognize her at all—not even a glance in her direction.
While she was still processing this, class began.
The professor briefly introduced themselves and gave a general overview of what they’d learn over the semester.
“Our class is called —you all signed up knowing that, right?”
“Yes!”
A loud, unified response echoed through the classroom.
As it was the first session, excitement was clearly visible on the students’ faces.
To Sa Rang, the only exception seemed to be the man sitting beside her, looking distinctly unimpressed.
“Is everyone dating well?”
A mix of “yes” and “no” answers filled the room, followed by laughter.
“At the very least, you’d better be properly dating by the time we finish this semester! After all, it’s literally called . If nothing changes after taking my class, you’ll have to retake it—right?”
The professor wrote their email address on the board and continued.
“There’s exactly one way to earn an A+ in my class without taking any exams.”
Students’ eyes sparkled more than ever.
As they jotted down the professor’s email, everyone leaned in attentively.
“Just send me your wedding invitation by email. If you’re getting married, you’ve clearly already learned everything. Simple, isn’t it?”
A collective sigh escaped the students, who’d been brimming with hope.
It was obvious no one was going to get an A+.
“Don’t give up already! Haven’t you heard the rumor that this class is a couple-making machine? Just complete all the assignments faithfully—you’ll find love before you know it. You’ll see.”
Sa Rang nodded firmly, fully believing the professor’s words.
I’ll do all the assignments diligently—please send me a boyfriend!
Clasping her hands together as if in prayer, she stole a quick glance at the boy next to her.
He still wore that same bored, indifferent expression.
“Alright! Since it’s the first day, we’ll skip the actual lesson and start properly next time.”
As soon as the professor finished speaking, students burst into applause and cheers.
“My class has quite a few assignments. Most are done in pairs—today, you’ll form those pairs. It doesn’t matter if you partner with someone of the same or opposite gender, as long as there are two of you. Pair up with whoever you like and write down your names. If you don’t have anyone in mind, come talk to me—I’ll personally act as your couple manager. If you see someone you like in this classroom, quietly come find me. It could be a great opportunity!”
Students naturally let out sounds of amazement.
Some quickly scanned the room, searching for someone they fancied.
“That’s it for today’s class.”
Those attending with friends easily paired up and wrote their names down.
Those attending alone went up front to give their names to the professor.
Sa Rang was at a loss for what to do.
Though they weren’t complete strangers, it still felt awkward to act like they knew each other.
Resigning herself to leaving her fate in the professor’s hands, she stood up—when the boy beside her spoke.
“You’re taking this class alone?”
“Huh?”
Startled, Sa Rang’s shoulders twitched.
“If you’re alone, want to be in the same group?”
“M-me?”
Did he recognize her?
She was flustered—he was speaking as if they were close acquaintances.
“I don’t know anyone else here.”
Seeing her still frozen stiff and silent, the man frowned slightly.
“You don’t remember me?”
His expression turned incredulous—as if it were absurd that she wouldn’t recall their brief conversation and him tossing her that blanket.
Finally, Sa Rang stammered urgently.
“I do! Of course I remember you.”
How could she ever forget that face?
Not a single day had passed since then without her thinking of him—his face was etched into her eyes, her mind, and her heart.
She’d wondered if she might bump into him on campus now that the semester started.
Should she have asked which department he was in?
Then maybe she could’ve lingered near his classroom and run into him.
Sa Rang had thought about him every single day.
“You remember me, but you don’t want to be in the same group?”
As if ready to find someone else immediately if she refused, he began scanning the room without hesitation.
Sa Rang quickly blurted out.
“No! I’d like to be with you, sunbae!”
She looked almost desperate, as if afraid he might slip away.
Maybe she, too, didn’t know anyone here and was in a bind.
Thinking that, the man indifferently wrote his name on the paper and asked,
“Your major and name?”
“Lee Sa Rang, Department of Electronic Engineering.”
His hand froze for a moment.
Sa Rang held her breath, worried something might be wrong.
She even feared he might say, “Let’s pretend this never happened.”
Thankfully, he resumed writing.
“Hand it in.”
When Sa Rang received the paper back, her lips involuntarily curled into a smile, and she bit them quickly to hide it.
Ji Do Han, 2nd year, Department of Computer Science
Lee Sa Rang, 1st year, Department of Electronic Engineering
So this senior’s name was Ji Do Han.
That explained why his nickname was “Jidokhan” (“Relentless”).
Even his hastily scrawled handwriting was cool—just like him.
She was so charmed by his penmanship she almost wished she could keep the paper instead of handing it in.
The thick clouds finally broke, and rain began to fall.
Sa Rang stepped out of the classroom and descended to the first floor, pulling an umbrella from her bag.
Beside her, Do Han stood silently, staring out at the rain.
“You didn’t bring an umbrella?”
“The forecast said it would start in the afternoon.”
Do Han only had morning classes, so he hadn’t bothered to bring one.
Frowning irritably—because weather forecasts were never reliable—Sa Rang cautiously asked him,
“Where’s your next class?”
“Engineering building.”
“Then… want to share mine? My next class is in Engineering too.”
Do Han, who’d been watching the heavy downpour, reluctantly nodded.
“Sure.”
At that single word, Sa Rang’s lips curved into a smile.
Her heart raced so fast her hand trembled slightly as she unfolded the umbrella. When it was halfway open, she hesitated briefly before speaking.
“Um…”
Do Han looked at her, eyes questioning.
“Do you… have a girlfriend?”
“What?”
Caught off guard by the sudden question, he asked again. After a pause, Sa Rang explained.
“If you have one, it might be a bit… awkward to share an umbrella.”
She recalled his friend mentioning a girl’s name while talking to him.
If he really did have a girlfriend, she felt it’d probably be someone from their university.
In that case, someone might see them sharing an umbrella and tell her.
It might’ve been baseless, but Sa Rang needed to know for sure.
But what if he said yes?
Just as that thought crossed her mind, Do Han answered.
“If I had a girlfriend, would I not be allowed to share an umbrella with a junior?”
“Well, it’s not that it’s forbidden. But if my boyfriend shared an umbrella with a female junior, I’d probably feel pretty bad.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes. Wouldn’t you feel the same, sunbae?”
“No. I wouldn’t care if my girlfriend shared an umbrella with someone, had dinner alone with a guy, or even drank with him.”
“Oh… I see.”
Sa Rang’s face flushed hot, and sweat beaded on her forehead.
She regretted asking such a foolish question—but luckily, he gave her a clear answer.
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
Even if Do Han did have one, it wouldn’t have been an issue.
His girlfriend wouldn’t mind who he shared an umbrella with either.
There was always an invisible boundary in his relationships—no one was ever allowed to cross it.
Only someone who never intended to cross that line from the very beginning could date him.
Thus, any girl who’d get jealous over something as trivial as sharing an umbrella would never even be considered.
But Sa Rang’s unexpected directness, contrary to her appearance, had caught Do Han off guard and made him honest.
Faced with that pure, twenty-year-old sincerity, he somehow found it difficult to lie.
“Th-then let’s go.”
Sa Rang’s face reddened belatedly as she hurriedly opened the umbrella fully.
Just as Ji Woo said—was she naive or just clueless? She felt embarrassed at herself.
Because of their height difference, she struggled to hold the umbrella tilted toward him—so he took it from her.
“Thank you.”
“It’s your umbrella. I should be thanking you.”
It didn’t matter to Sa Rang who held it.
She was just happy to walk side by side with him under the same umbrella, matching her steps to his.
And the fact that he didn’t have a girlfriend made her heart flutter even more.
The only problem was—the umbrella was too small for two people.
She was worried Do Han’s shoulder was getting wet because he was trying to shield her.
She’d offered to share the umbrella, yet now he was the one getting soaked.
Wanting him to get as little rain as possible, Sa Rang pressed closer to him.
Do Han assumed she was leaning in to keep her shoulder bag from getting wet, so he took it from her.
Startled by the sudden lightness on her shoulder, Sa Rang looked up at him.
His face remained impassive, as if nothing had happened—yet the thoughtful act of holding a junior’s bag was in stark contrast to that aloof expression.
“Thank you.”
Embarrassed by her repeated thanks, Do Han kept his eyes straight ahead.
Seeing his usually expressionless face soften just slightly, Sa Rang couldn’t help but smile—and bit her lip to hide it.
“How old are you, sunbae?”
She asked to break the awkward silence filled only by the sound of rain.
If he was in his second year, he’d be either twenty-one, or twenty-three if he’d taken time off for military service.
Judging by his face, he seemed closer to the latter—but actually looked even more mature.
“Twenty-six.”
“Twenty-six?”
She wondered how he could still be in his second year at that age, but assumed he had his reasons and didn’t ask.
Even if she did, he probably wouldn’t answer.
His cynical tone and disinterested expression were far removed from warmth or friendliness.
He did answer when spoken to, but even those replies dripped with coldness.
Yet, perhaps because she’d fallen for him at first sight, Sa Rang found even that aloofness charming.
He was so effortlessly cool it made her wonder if she secretly liked bad boys.
Even his age—twenty-six—seemed attractive.
At twenty-one, it might’ve come across as arrogance, but at twenty-six, it radiated calm confidence.
Seeing Sa Rang fall silent, Do Han spoke up this time.
“You wore makeup today.”
Despite the wind and rain, Sa Rang’s left cheek burned as if touched by flame under his gaze.
“Do I look more unsophisticated?”
She remembered Do Han once saying she’d look less unsophisticated without makeup—trying too hard to mimic adults just made freshmen look awkward.
That morning, Ji Woo had lightly applied makeup for her, but it felt unnatural, and she’d wanted to hide it.
“No. But you’re prettier without it.”
In that moment, Sa Rang was profoundly grateful that Do Han was holding the umbrella.
If it had been in her hands, she surely would’ve dropped it.
She was stunned he could say “pretty” so casually.
He had a way of saying “you’re pretty” while sounding as if he meant the opposite—and yet it somehow thrilled her.
It was lucky the sound of her pounding heart was drowned out by the rain.
She had no idea how she managed to keep walking, but they’d already arrived at the College of Engineering building.
Do Han folded the umbrella and handed it back to Sa Rang.
“Thanks.”
“Yes. Take care, then.”
Sa Rang watched his retreating back until he disappeared from sight.
A six-year age gap.
How did she appear to him?
It didn’t matter if he saw her as a junior or a freshman—she just hoped he saw her as a woman.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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