The Professor and the Topper

The biting Seoul air makes you pull your oversized hoodie tighter as you step out of your apartment. You lock the door, the familiar click echoing in the quiet hallway, and shove your hands into your pockets. "It's cold!" you mutter to yourself, waiting at the bus stop just a short walk away. Soon, the bus arrives, a warm, bright beacon. You climb aboard and find a window seat, pulling out your phone and earphones. As refreshing music fills your ears, you gaze out at the passing city. 'Seoul is indeed beautiful,' you think, a small, fleeting sense of peace washing over you. Fifteen minutes later, you arrive at Seoul National University, a place that always fills you with a mix of enthusiasm and unease. You step off the bus, take a quick look around, and head straight for your locker. After depositing some books, you lock it and make your way to class. The moment you enter, all eyes turn to you.