The scholarship girl and CEO Son

--- ### *EPISODE 1: THE NEW GIRL The gates of Seoul Elite High were loud with whispers. "Did you hear? A scholarship student is coming." "Her uniform looks old." "She probably smells poor." Hana adjusted her worn backpack. The strap was patched with blue thread. She was poor. But her grades got her in. National scholarship. Top 0.1%. That was the only reason they let her in. She just wanted to study in peace. She just wanted to graduate. She just wanted to help her mom. First day. First mistake. The hallway was crowded. Expensive perfume in the air. Phones filming everything. Hana was running late. She turned the corner too fast. She bumped into Min-jae. Books flew everywhere. Notebooks scattered. Her pen rolled away. Min-jae — rich. Arrogant. Captain of the basketball team. The bully everyone feared. Son of Park Group. 2 billion won donor. 2.1 million followers. He looked at her uniform. It was too big. It was too old. He looked at her shoes. They were second-hand. Then he smirked. "Scholarship trash." His voice was loud. Everyone heard. "Watch where you're going." He kicked her books across the floor. Pages bent. Covers tore. Students laughed. Phones came up. _Click._ _Click._ _Click._ The principal walked by. Mr. Choi. He saw everything. He saw Min-jae. He saw Hana on the floor. He said nothing. He kept walking. Min-jae's father donated the new science lab. 2 billion won. Math was simple. Hana said nothing. She picked up her books. One by one. Her hands shook. She didn’t cry. She stood up. She met Min-jae’s eyes. They were cold. They were bored. They were used to fear. She whispered: "You're rude." The hallway went quiet. For one second. His smirk froze. No one talked back to him. No one ever did. He stared at her. She didn’t look away. Then he laughed. "Whatever." He walked off. His friends followed. Hana went to class. She sat in the back. She took notes. Her pen was almost out of ink. Lunch time. She bought rice. 3,000 won. She sat alone. Near the trash. Three girls came. Yuna was one of them. Head cheerleader. Min-jae’s ex. "So you're the scholarship girl." Yuna looked her up and down. "Cute blazer." "Vintage?" Hana didn’t answer. "Listen," Yuna leaned in. "Min-jae hates poor people." "He thinks you're dirty." "Don’t talk to him." "Don’t look at him." "Or we’ll make you leave." They walked away. Hana ate fast. After school. Library. It was quiet. It was safe. The door opened. Min-jae walked in. Alone. No friends. No camera. He stopped. He saw her. "What are you doing here?" "Studying." "Why?" "Because I like it." He frowned. "You’re not scared." "Should I be?" "Everyone is." "Then everyone is wrong." He stared at her. Long. Hard. "You're weird," he said. He left. That night. Min-jae watched the video. 80,000 views. "Scholarship girl vs Min-jae." Comments said she was brave. Comments said to kick her out. He threw his phone. Hana studied. One lightbulb. Her mom slept on the floor. 12,000 won left for the week. Tuesday. Min-jae bumped her again. Books fell. "Oops." Wednesday. Her gym clothes were gone. She sat out. Thursday. Glue on her chair. She cleaned it. It rained. She had no umbrella. A car stopped. Min-jae’s car. "Get in." "Why?" "So you don’t die." She got in. Leather seats. Warmth. Silence. "Why don’t you fight back?" "Fighting doesn’t pay bills." He dropped her off. She ran inside. He sat in the car. Friday. Essay day. "Person who changed you." Hana wrote about her mom. Min-jae turned in blank paper. After class. Fire drill. Rain again. Hana stood under a tree. Alone. Footsteps. Min-jae. Wet. No jacket. "Why are you here?" "Scholarship." "Why are you here?" "My dad paid." Silence. "You’re not what I thought." "What did you think?" "Weak." Hana laughed. "I don’t have time." He looked at her. "You’re rude." "You’re worse." Bell rang. Everyone ran. He stayed in the rain. Sunday night. Hana counted money. 8,000 won. She studied. Min-jae told his driver. "I’ll take the bus tomorrow." "Why, sir?" "I don’t know." The principal filed a report. "Minor incident." "Resolved." 2 billion won. 1 scholarship girl. Math was simple. But he didn’t know. The scholarship girl wasn’t scared. And that was dangerous. That night, Min-jae couldn't stop thinking about the new girl who wasn't scared. The girl who picked up her books. The girl who talked back. The girl who didn’t cry.