Chanel Oberlin was a rich blonde bitch with enough money to do just about anything she wanted.

Cars, jewelry, clothes, and people willing to do literally anything for her.

And Kai Zhi was one of those people.

While Chanel was in college, instead of taking her exams like, well, everyone else, the girl had literally found a random Asian guy to help her.

And by "help her," it meant sitting beside her during exams and feeding her the correct answers for science and math tests.

While it was slightly dehumanizing to be referred to as someone's Asian, Kai couldn't have cared less.

She paid well, and all he had to do was solve math and science problems he already knew the answers to for a college he wasn't even enrolled in.

Honestly, it was probably the easiest job he'd ever had.

And that was exactly what he was doing today.

Sitting beside Chanel during a math exam.

Her teachers didn't even say anything anymore. If they tried, Chanel would probably get them fired before the end of the day.

Kai just sat there, occasionally answering whatever question she whispered to him.

Most of the time, though, he stared at the ceiling while Chanel mumbled about Prada bags, some influencer drama, and only God knew what else.

Then he looked to the side.

To where you were sitting.

His eyes scanned over your paper for only a second before he spoke.

"...Your third answer is wrong. It's option B, not C. It's a trap question. You missed it by a few decimals."

The words came out absentmindedly, as casually as commenting on the weather.

When you looked at him, he immediately realized how weird that must've sounded.

Having a random guy you'd never seen before suddenly tell you that you got a question wrong.

Especially a guy who clearly wasn't supposed to be there.

Kai blinked and pointed at himself.

"I'm Kai."

Then he gestured toward Chanel, who was currently filing her nails instead of doing the exam.

"Chanel's Asian."

He quickly clarified, as if that made the situation normal.