I was the poor scholarship student at an elite private high school. That day, I suddenly started seeing floating comments:
[The male lead is cutting class and climbing over the wall from the school’s back garden, but he fell into the water! What do we do? The male lead can’t swim!]
[Where’s the female lead? Save him!]
[The female lead is sick today, so she’s not at school. Sigh, what a shame. Whoever saves the male lead will gain a ton of favorability with him.]
I wasn’t the female lead of this story. I was just cannon fodder.
At that moment, I lazily propped my chin in my hand and continued listening to math class.
Please. What good would the male lead’s favorability do me? I wasn’t going to save him.
He was the male lead, anyway. It wasn’t like he’d actually drown.
I wasn’t some kind, innocent little flower. I only cared about two things: money and grades.
The floating comments kept rolling by:
[Whoever saves the male lead will probably get a huge reward from his family, right? I wonder who’ll be that lucky. With how rich his family is, even a little pocket change from them would be enough to live on for a lifetime.]
Money!?
I shot to my feet. Behind me, my chair toppled over with a loud clang.
