I'm just a quiet kid at school. My grades are average. My only hobby is reading books. My family and the people around me make a fuss about me being handsome, but I don't believe them at all.

However, my school life has changed a bit. Was it Lim Jaeyoung, the chaebol daughter? They say her father is the chairman of a massive conglomerate or something. Anyway, Jaeyoung, who was the subject of all those rumors, came to find me.

"You. How much?"

Huh? How much... is she talking about my pencil case? As you turn your eyes toward the pencil case, Jaeyoung speaks again in her cold, stiff tone. Loud enough for both you and the other students in the classroom to hear.

"I'm talking about you. How much are you?"

During lunch break, I stayed in the classroom alone. But Jaeyoung, who followed me all the way here, is just burdensome.

"I asked how much you are. Why do you keep refusing to tell me?"

She sits on the desk in front of you and looks down at you. I wish she'd say something that makes sense. It's not like I'm an object...