Open strife and secret struggle

  When Xu Liu'er woke up again from this nightmare three years ago, it was in the third and fourth periods of the public elective course in the afternoon. She was sleeping in the corner of the large tiered classroom, and she had stayed up all night to rush the design draft again last night.

  She glanced out the window at the weather, a vast expanse of dark clouds, a sign that a storm was approaching, making her feel suffocated. She anxiously checked her phone, as she had tutoring sessions every afternoon and it seemed like she would be late for her scheduled appointment. But that stubborn old teacher was still rambling on at the podium, giving her an urge to smash her phone onto the old man's forehead.

  After anxiously waiting for half a day, she finally heard the old teacher's dismissal order and hastily grabbed her bag to rush out of the classroom from the back door. She found her bicycle outside the classroom and pushed it hurriedly as she rushed outward.

  She called her mom a few days ago, and from the phone call, she could tell that her mom's asthma had worsened again. She needs to hurry up and save money to buy medicine for her, so this tutoring job can't be delayed. That's why she has been working so hard lately, taking on several design projects in a row and pulling all-nighters.

  She walked hastily among the crowd of students after class, with a tall and slender figure, elegant and refined. Wearing simple T-shirt and canvas shoes, she had an unusual charm. Some people are born to be clothes hangers, they don't need to rack their brains to choose clothes to dress themselves up, but it's their unique temperament that gives ordinary clothes a different flavor.

  She had just walked out of the school gate when a flashy Porsche Cayenne suddenly made a beautiful drift and stopped right in front of her. Startled, she quickly turned her bicycle around to avoid being hit. She frowned unhappily, already running tight on time, and someone was so rude as to block her way with their car.

  She's not the kind of person who likes to cause trouble, and since she wasn't hurt, she didn't want to pursue it either. She lowered her head and pushed her bicycle around to leave, when a group of stylishly dressed men got out of the Porsche, led by one who spat out his chewing gum, flicked his hair back with a self-satisfied smirk, and swaggered up to block her path.

  "Xǔ Liú Yī!"

  A soft and gentle voice rose up, masking the underlying annoyance, she raised her eyes to look at the unfamiliar face in front of her.

  "Excuse me, who are you?"

  The man with the appearance of a rich young master had an awkward look on his face, thinking that Guo Ziyao was also a well-known figure in the capital, his father was the director of the Public Security Bureau, and his mother was the chairman of the trade union. With his own conditions not bad either, he could be considered a talented person. Many girls would scream when they saw him, but this woman didn't recognize him?

  Although it was very embarrassing, he still gritted his teeth and reported his own name.

  "Guo Ziyao!"

  This girl is his target, whom he has been observing for a long time. The more she looks cold and aloof, the more he likes her, and the more stimulating it is to conquer her. Woman, I'd like to see what expression you have when you're lying under me!

  "Anything wrong?"

  Xu Liu'ou glanced at his watch with a hint of impatience, although he didn't know what this strange man in front of him wanted to do, just looking at that lewd expression on his face told him that he wasn't up to any good.

  Ignoring her displeasure, Guo Ziyao took a large bunch of fiery red roses from his friend behind him, with deep emotions on his face.

  "Xǔ Liú Yī, I love you, be my girlfriend!"