A boy in the same school as myself, Metropol High School, spoke so loudly that he told his parents that I was their ideal daughter-in-law.

Is he out of his mind?

Why me?

Even though we only met a few times.

He was indeed a boy who was a school genius. However, maybe due to being too brainy genius he was into error! Just talk. Regardless of other people, the person being talked about is pleased or not.

Maybe the myth about geniuses is true, they don't pay attention to ethics, manners, manners and even the feelings of other people when they talk. As if the world belongs only to him alone. It was as if the world could be solved by a formula that in one second he could decipher the answer.

You won't believe it either, right?

And never believe his bullshit. Don't ever be fooled by the words that come out of his mouth.

The mouth of a boy named Lyon from Science class. A class filled only by children with brains. This means that those who can be categorized only use their brains and brains to live.

Thick books containing various physics and chemical formulas are always their food in the morning. At noon. In fact, maybe when they are about to go to bed they don't forget to bring them, making the books as pillows and bolsters.

The Science Class at Metropol High School is number one in Mestonia. The majority of graduates from this class are immediately asked to go to various favorite colleges and are an unwritten guarantee that their lives will be prosperous when they work later.

Mestonia never messed with geniuses. Mestonia will treat these intelligent people very appropriately, the invisible structural scheme upholds those who have brains, that is, they have the capacity to be reckoned with for the progress of Mestonia itself.

Back to the topic of why I was made a sacrifice for that boy's greed that I never knew before. I don't know if the written agreement ended up like this.

Or maybe this is just the beginning?

I am nothing. Not the son of the rich. Not the children of important people, only immigrants from other districts because they followed the scholarship path provided by the Metropol High School.

I never expected to deal with this mysterious genius boy. Moreover, to have to meet his parents, and, even be introduced as a prospective son-in-law?

If he's not crazy then what else?

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My life is busy enough with personal, family, financial and odd jobs to be able to survive in the metropolitan city of Mestonia, Metropol. City of a million dreams, they say.

However, in reality, it is only a city full of materialism, whatever you want to be, you have to use money as a medium of exchange. Even breathing one day there will be a monthly tax.

Family?

My family ... more precisely, my parents have long since died from the fire. Now I live with Uncle Jon and Aunt Mia and my only cousin, Abel.

Don't ever ask how hard it is to live in Mestonia, more precisely Metropol as the number one metropolitan city on continent seven, Mestonia. Living is like surviving in a jungle in a fairy tale book from the western continent.

Working hard is the main pawn, even though we have always worked hard at Finelan as vegetable farmers, it is still not enough to earn a decent life in this new city. I'm afraid that Uncle Jon's savings will run out soon if I just stand idly by without any action to help Aunt Mia who is accompanying me to stay in Metropol a little.

At least as long as I took high school education here.

Even though I got a full scholarship for three years, but it was only limited to school fees. Meanwhile, to fulfill our daily needs, especially in terms of food, I, we have to work hard to find money that is not easy to get.

Even now, my uncle hasn't been able to get a permanent job just to work in a shop. That's why Jon's uncle returned to Finelan, continuing as a vegetable farmer with Abel.

...

Economy is the main issue at Metropol. The issue that is not easy to solve, especially concerning immigrants, immigrants from other districts who come looking for work in Metropol with their various dreams.

Even small children must be able to think about how to survive in the circle of the lower class society. The circle of life that I live. Our neighborhood in Metropol. A community environment filled with lowly workers, living in very simple residential houses, which if you could say is actually quite decent for the size of the Finelan district, where we used to live.

Indirectly the caste level created by itself in the Metropol community.

The people with the highest class caste are those who are millionaires, members of the council and those who are filling government positions.

Middle-class caste communities are for those millionaires, middle-class entrepreneurs and office employees whose majority ownership is held by the central government or district governments.

Meanwhile, the lower class caste people are us, people without permanent jobs, immigrants from other districts who hope that by migrating to the metropolitan city Metropol will change the family economy, which of course often does not match expectations.

Like a fool yearning for the moon, that's an old saying I read in a literature in a downtown library.

Because of that, I met Lyon.

The meeting I never expected happened in the seventeen years I lived in this world. A meeting that changed the course of my life. An unpleasant meeting, very, very unpleasant to remember, let alone to tell.

I never expected to meet a human species living creature like him. Lyon is undefined.

He was unpredictable in his head and thoughts. He is all by himself. Lyon is an alien disguised as an earthly creature with a mission to destroy the earth one day.

Certainly.

That must be the reason why he has such an unpleasant attitude, personality and demeanor.

I can only hope to have a chance to turn back time and return to the time where he and I first met.

If I could avoid the meeting, I would have made a bet to exchange all the prices of the things I own for that one precious golden opportunity.

Turn things around.

Turning my life back to normal. Returning myself to where I came from, Finelan.

...

Finelan is my hometown. Finelan is a district where people love peace and live simply. Finelan is the place where my first love blossomed ...