I Was Possessed By An Unknown Manga Prologue

Prologue

Scramble Love.

A hit manga for boys that achieved a record sale of 10 million copies in the age of paperbacks downfall.

It had received a lot of favorable reviews for its story that incorporates the artists own colors, shalessly faithful to the standard of love cody, which fits well the slogan back to the old tis.

The reason why I got to know this manga was because the fandom of Scramble Love burned down the internet because of the ending where the main characters childhood friend beats all the heroines in the last volu.

I heard that the childhood friend, who beca a true heroine, ranked fourth in the overall popularity vote.

To be honest, I thought it had nothing to do with and didnt think much about it because I read it online.

However

I never thought Id be possessed by that manga.

Let alone Ive never even read a 5,700-letter postcard in my life.

***

Class president, greetings.

Yes! Your attention, everyone! Salute the teacher!

While my horoom teacher, who looked like a passionate PE teacher, made the roll call, I turned my head and looked at the campus outside the classroom.

Pink cherry blossoms were blooming brightly along the long school walkway.

Unlike Japan, where the new sester begins in March, it was a scenery that could never be seen in Korea.

Moto Yuuji.

Yes!

While I was thinking about sothing else for a mont, nas were called in the order of attendance number. Finally, waiting for my turn, my na was also called.

Kim Ryusei?

Its Kim Yoo-sung.

Ah, Kim Yoo-sung. Im sorry I called you wrong.

Its all right.

In opposition to his gorilla-like appearance, the horoom teacher juts admitted his fault.

This was a real clich.

I accepted his apologies. After thanking , the horoom teacher ended the attendance check! Great! He cleared his throat.

I know its only been a day since the new sester started but be quiet for a second.

Then the classroom beca as quiet as a lie.

As everyones attention was on him, the horoom teacher nodded with satisfaction.

We have a transfer student in our class. Since theyre from far away, A lot of things must be unfamiliar for them, so please be careful.

The teachers sudden statent provoked a trendous commotion in the classroom.

A transfer student? Is it a boy or a girl?

I hope its a beautiful girl.

Didnt anyone see a transfer student in the teachers room?

In a flood of words that makes your hands and feet shrivel just by listening to it, the horoom teacher shouted in a calm voice to the transfer student waiting outside the classroom.

Hey! Co in!

Then, the classroom front door opened as if waiting for this mont.

As soon as the transfer student finally appeared, ti stopped for a while in the classroom.

Dazzling blond hair like lted gold, mysteriously shining green eyes, and detailed features like a bisque doll.

The exotic beauty, who had physical features that could never co from a native Japanese, confidently walked into the classroom.

She stood in front of the lecture desk, and the horoom teacher talked.

Introduce yourself.

Then for a mont the blonde girl smiled like a cat, then smashed the desk with both hands, and spoke.