“How can you be a goldfish and a billionaire at the same time?” I question. This man is really, really weird. He might be a e at heart, or maybe a serial killer (not to mention how serial killers are usually really, really hot), or maybe just a man disguising as the CEO and in this case, the CEO is kidnapped!

I read too many manhwas.

“Goldfish?” He raises a brow, reversing the car. “If I were a goldfish, I’d probably be a smart one.”

“Goldfish has an IQ of 30 and a memory shorter than your toenails.” I counter.

“Kang Suyeon,” He speaks. “I know nothing about you. Enlighten me.”

I scrunch my nose. “Enlighten me sounds very, very fifty shades-ish. Please change your choice of vocabulary.” I pretend to move further away from him in such confined space in his car, fiddling with my bracelets. “I’m Suyeon, I’m a Uni freshman, taking mathematics. Pretty sure I’m 19 this year-“

“Says the person who had just called me goldfish,” He mutters in a really annoying tone. I squint my eyes and glare at him through the rearview, which he replies with a stupid face. “Wow, you definitely look old for your age.”

I stop fiddling my bracelets to stare at him, and stare, and stare.

Wow.

How did he even get business partners with such manners?

“,” I mutter loudly. “You don’t look so young yourself, .”

“You don’t even know my age.”

Bingo.

“Twenty-three?” I take my guess. 23 is a really young age for a CEO, though, he must be smart.

I see him grinning. “Thank you, oldie.” He glances at the left rear view (or me, flips hair). “I’m actually twenty-five.”

“How did you even start your company? You’re too young for this!” I stare at him. If you actually browse through those billion-dollar companies, their CEOs are old. But this guy...

“Parents handed it down.” He casually says. “Big brother wants to learn law whilst this guy likes business and numbers, all that fiasco, and here I am.”

I lean onto the window, smirking. “You must be really good at counting and math on high school.”

I swear I saw him freezing before answering, “Um, yeah.”

Bring the math quiz on, Oh Sehun.

“Two large and 1 small pumps can fill a swimming pool in 4 hours. One large and 3 small pumps can also fill the same swimming pool in 4 hours. How many hours will it take 4 large and 4 small pumps to fill the swimming pool?”

Good thing the drive from my house to his apartment takes roughly 30 minutes, not to mention the heavy traffic since it’s 5 o’clock where everyone is going home; I’m googling up more questions to test the goldfish brained man’s real IQ.

He legit take a whole five minutes for this question.

“Uh,” He stammers, “100 minutes? 1 hour 40 minutes?”

“Bingo.” I murmur as I scroll for more questions, “The sum of the first three terms of a geometric sequence is equal to 42. The sum of the squares of the same terms is equal to 1092. Find the three terms of the sequence!” I pretty much shout throughout the whole sentence since the whole topic of sequences amuses me. It’s my favorite after algebra (and I found out he’s really, really bad at algebras from the previous questions.)

He exasperatedly replies, “Stop giving me sequence questions!! I failed this on sophomore and I vow to not answer sequence questions anymore...” He cries out.

Someone give me an instant camera to picture the adorable face in front of me.

“Fine,” I give in, “What questions?”

“Give me stupid questions.” He smirks, “I’m pretty good at those,” He continues, snatching my phone afterward, typing “101 stupid questions” from google.

I’m actually considering the serial killer and kidnapper remark. What kind