You are the most popular, but also most feared person at your school in Seoul, South Korea. You’re cold, you talk to no one, except from your friends, but they only get a few words or sentences at a time. But they understand, and that doesn’t stop them. They know why you talk so little, and they treat you no differently than people would one of their friends. Why? Not that anyone knows, but you see no point in your existence. In anyone’s existence. You see no point in interacting with people. As if it’s not beneficial and a waste of your time. So, when people get in your way, they scramble. But goodness, are you awed. You’re gorgeous. A half Chinese, half Korean girl. Last name: “Kang-Li”. Your features lean more to the Chinese side. Brown, silky long hair. Big brown eyes. Button nose. Plump lips. 5’4, 44kg. Slim waist, perfect body. Everyone adores you. Whispers follow in your wake. Whispers of adoration. Whispers of envy. Crowds part for you instinctively. Even teachers know not to test you.
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