Location: Above a company in Connecticut. A gate has opened in the sky, and American news helicopters are buzzing around.

This place, where already thirty reporters have visited today alone, was the first gate to open in America and was also close to a school.

At Lowingham High School in the same state of Connecticut, there was a heated discussion while watching the news broadcast of the gate being transmitted.

“The military is already unable to handle the gate. Civilian attacks are not working!”

Teacher Gina said.

She was one of the few Awakened among our school teachers.

She shouted with a flushed face.

“The military won’t be able to announce that they couldn’t stop the gate, if only because of public opinion. But it’s only a matter of time. Look at that screen now. No matter how much they shoot, it’s not closing!”

“Teacher Gina, please calm down.”

Teacher Charlie said.

Charlie was famous for caring terribly for the school students. So he was always anxious about the Awakened students getting into danger.

“I know Teacher Charlie cares about the children. You must be afraid I’ll take the children to a dangerous place.”

“That’s not it, Gina…”

“But if we don’t stop that entrance here, all the school students might die.”

Teacher Gina said in a gloomy voice.

Her words had a point.

Since the gate opened in the sky, there had been no particular movement.

However, in other countries, there were already cases of monsters coming out of gates, and reports were flowing out every day that “Hunters”, Awakened ones rather than the military, had caught them.

In short, it was the beginning of change, and now that even America’s first gate had opened, our school was in a state of being at the center of confusion.

‘Everyone must be anxious since the first gate in America has opened nearby.’

Of course, no monsters or anything have come out yet, but who knows if they might suddenly pop out as time passes.

I calmly listened to the conversation between the two.

The two were in the midst of a heated discussion, not even realizing that I had entered the principal’s office.

“The military said they would implement education for the Awakened too. We should protect our neighborhood with our own hands. Adults and children alike, we all need to block the gate together!”

“But the children are still young. Or how about gathering Awakened teachers and Awakened citizens…”

“Excuse me…”

“Then the numbers would be too few. At a time when even a speck is important, you want to select and accept only Awakened? Other countries are conscripting regardless of age!”

“Excuse me, teachers…”

“Countries that conscript are very few. Except for exceptional situations, look at the big picture, Gina.”

“What? Are you saying my view is narrow now?”

“Excuse me!! Teachers!!”

At my shout, the two people and even the principal turned to look at me.

The look of surprise on their faces was evident, as if thinking, ‘When did this kid come in?’

No, is my presence that insignificant?

Teacher Gina barely suppressed her excitement and turned to me.

“When did you come in? You’re… Juno. From 11th grade.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

I’m deeply moved that you remember even an extra like me.

I looked at Teacher Gina with a friendly smile. She seemed embarrassed about raising her voice in front of a student just now and avoided my gaze.

Teacher Charlie approached me.

“What brings you here, Juno?”

“I wanted to ask the teachers something.”

“Go ahead and ask.”

I glanced at Teacher Charlie, Teacher Gina, and even the principal who had been quietly watching the two argue.

A puzzled look flashed across their faces.

To them, I probably appeared as a quiet model student who rarely spoke, whose thoughts were hard to read, and who didn’t mingle well with other kids.

But I had a hidden power.

I was planning to keep it secret until I graduated from this school, but…

Ding.

[Character Information.]

Name: Juno Huntington.

Grade: A.

Skill: Attribute Bullet.

Exclusive Skill: Extra’s Basics(p), -.

Characteristic: Intelligence.

Ignoring the status window flickering before my eyes, I brightly asked the three people.

“I saw on the news this morning. The President announced a new policy for student Awakened, right?”

“Huh?”

The three people’s eyes widened at my sudden words.

“Is it true that a special Ivy League admission for Hunter Awakened is being created, teachers?”

“Why… are you curious about that?”

I tilted my head, showing them the most harmless and innocent smile I could muster.

“Because I think I’ve become one of those Awakened.”

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My name is Juno Huntington.

I’m in 11th grade of high school and my dream university is HaXard.

My goal is just to graduate from a prestigious university and live well.

If there’s an exception, it would be that I ended up closing gates that weren’t in my destiny to achieve my goal.

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As I said before, my name is Juno. Juno Huntington.

I’m from Lowingham High School in Connecticut and in 11th grade. Of course, XX chromosome.

Reddish-brown hair and dull gray eyes. Black oval glasses that blur my features and freckles on pale cheeks.

My figure is so-so, but in this looks-obsessed world, my meager body doesn’t even get bonus points.

To be precise, it’s not my body but the body I’ve been transmigrated into.

The reason I was transmigrated into this world was simple.

I was studying for exams all night and was watching an American teen drama on a streaming site for a short break.

Then suddenly my mind started to waver and then blackout.

At first, I thought my brain had stopped working because I hadn’t slept for three days, but…

When I opened my eyes, I had been transmigrated into a teen drama.

The title was .

Even if you ask why I ended up watching a teen drama with such a disgusting title, I can’t help but keep silent.

Just… aren’t we all not in our right minds when exam period approaches?

Like doing something out of character or feeling the urge to organize your desk when you normally don’t, I chose this drama for the same reason.

I just watched one episode of a teen drama that didn’t require much thinking, to relieve stress…

‘Even so, if I had known I would be transmigrated into a video I watched once, I wouldn’t have watched this.’

Still, should I say it’s fortunate? At least it’s not an apocalypse with zombies or a world-ending scenario.

If I had been transmigrated into a movie where zombies appeared and turned the Earth into ruins, or where a meteor was going to collide in a day or two, I probably would have died within a day.

When you say teen drama, it’s still somewhat of a flower garden.

However, the character ‘Juno Huntington’ that I was transmigrated into was a quintessential extra character.

Can’t you get a sense just from the description of her appearance?

A nerd and a ginger.

Someone who seems like they might carry boring science magazines or classic literature tucked under their arm.

A girl with zero presence who no one would ask to be their partner at prom.

Unfortunately, I was a woman who was very good at objectification.

‘I thought I’d at least get some scraps since I was transmigrated into a teen drama… But like this, I won’t be able to seduce even a normal guy, let alone a king.’

The charm of teen dramas is romance with refreshing boys, but I had to give up that dream early.

It’s a sorry thing to say to Juno, but with such a plain appearance, I couldn’t seduce the men in the drama.

So what’s left?

‘Ah, after all, the law of teen dramas is that.’

What is the law of teen dramas here?

Love between a nerd and a king? Love that overcomes long-distance relationships? The guts to confess publicly in front of the school kids?

No. Really, such things are not the law of teen dramas.

The true law of teen dramas is that those guys who only shouted about love without a single scene of studying always end up going to prestigious universities at the end of the drama.

Places like HaXard or YaXe, OxXord University.

‘Yes, even if it’s a fictional Xvard, HarvaXd is HaXard. If I can somehow enter and graduate from a prestigious university, I’ll be able to make a lot of money too!!’

In my previous life, I had to reluctantly enter an unwanted university due to family circumstances, but this time I had the teen drama buff, so I could certainly go to a prestigious university.

So I changed my course and aimed to enter a prestigious university called the Ivy League.

Of course, this is a fictional America in a drama and the Ivy League is also fictional, but if I can’t return to my original world, all I’ll have left is my academic background, right?

Even if it’s a fictional academic background, it’s still an academic background!

After all, ‘Juno Huntington’ is also a character in the drama, so I thought no one would be able to refute even if I entered a prestigious university in a haphazard way.

In the first place, would viewers even care which university an extra like Juno enters?

So I, who was transmigrated into this world when Juno was in 10th grade, safely finished a one-year adjustment period.

Not standing out to anyone was a bonus.

My goal was to smoothly enjoy school life and then enter a fictional prestigious university to change my fate.

I finished 10th grade being careful, very careful.

And I became an 11th grader.

When I advanced to what would be equivalent to the second year of high school in Korea, I received career counseling for the first time.

Teacher Jason was someone who provided not only science but also career counseling.

When Teacher Jason asked about the university I wanted to go to, I answered proudly.

“I want to go to HaXard, teacher. Xvard!”

My clear voice filled the entire empty classroom.

I was smiling, not knowing what was to come, and Teacher Jason’s face hardened like a plaster statue.

Why does he look like he’s heard something he shouldn’t have?

As I was wondering, Teacher Jason barely composed himself, pushed up his glasses, and spoke with difficulty.

“I’m sorry, Juno. But HarvaXd isn’t a place just anyone can go to.”

“What?”

His voice seemed to pity me a little for dreaming without knowing my place.

“How about lowering your goal? With your grades, the Ivy League is impossible. Let’s look for somewhere more possible.”

“B-but…”

Teacher Jason pointed out my childish thoughts in a gentle voice. He even patted my shoulder to mean ‘wake up’.

I couldn’t help but be bewildered.

I, an extra, couldn’t go to the Ivy League that all the blockhead protagonists of teen dramas go to.

It was the moment my perfect course towards HaXard was derailed.