A pampered young lady from a prestigious family, pampered by her childhood sweetheart, a CEO.

"Yes, CEO."

Fang Ming saved the photo on his phone, his gaze falling on it—a blurry, handsome high school student…

He kept this in mind, and Luo Yunqi also had his own selfish motives. He wanted to know if this person was the one who had slipped through the net back then. Even if not, he could at least temporarily eliminate this so-called hypothetical rival.

At the Jiang family home, Teacher Jiang specially reserved a painting studio for Xu Shuli to paint. The studio was filled with all kinds of materials, paints, brushes, etc., which were dazzling to the eye.

"Teacher, I have a rough idea, and I want to draw it."

Xu Shuli recalled the look in his eyes that she had just seen. It was very complicated. He clearly had something he wanted to say to her, but because there were so many people present, he expressed it in a different way.

His eyes were beautiful; they seemed to hold a galaxy of stars, and the light that shone through them was truly moving.

In that instant, she had the urge to start writing, and even felt a surge of inspiration. She was thinking of pulling him in, having him sit in front of her, and watching him draw.

"Hmm?" Teacher Jiang raised her eyebrows slightly, roughly knowing what she was talking about. "You two are destined to be a couple, a perfect match made in heaven. Go ahead and draw. Since you already have a rough idea, all I can do is offer some advice from behind the scenes. You are very smart and talented. I think your rough idea will be a masterpiece that will satisfy everyone."

"Teacher...me"

"Don't think I can't tell. Isn't it him you want to paint? Since you want to paint him, then paint him. I believe that even if he can't come in and doesn't step into this studio, you can still paint his image clearly in your mind."

"Thank you, teacher."

It has to be said that Xu Shuli was the most clear-headed and intelligent person; with just a simple "thank you, teacher," Teacher Jiang understood everything.

"You, you, you, even such a smart girl can fall into the dust of love."

Teacher Jiang's words sounded more like a sigh: "Then you should focus on your drawing first. I'll go outside and check the situation, lest that kid tear my house down."

"Yes, teacher, he can't."

The moment she sat down, she added a sentence to salvage Luo Yunqi's image.

Teacher Jiang: "..."

He was probably already able to understand Xu Xiong's feelings.

"Alright, alright, you should just stay here and draw. If you want, you can all stay here for dinner later."

Teacher Jiang thought for a moment, figuring out how to phrase things so as not to give him too much credit later, "Let's treat this as a family dinner, have a meal together, and I'll help you do some research."

"teacher…"

"You should just listen to me."

"Yes, teacher."

Xu Shuli simply stopped talking and focused on her own world. She didn't pick up her phone, didn't see the message Xu Qiluo sent her, and didn't receive Ji Chen's call.

Teacher Jiang closed the door for her, and the two people outside seemed to be treating his room as an office, setting up their laptops and starting to work face-to-face.

Teacher Jiang: "..."

He knew he had worried too much; those two were definitely not as simple as they seemed.

He sat there in the rattan chair, a pot of warm tea beside him, his gaze occasionally sweeping over Luo Yunqi, who was diligently handling official business. His eyes were firm, and when faced with problems, he always showed an unquestionable decisiveness.

It seems he has indeed changed a lot and is no longer the same person he used to be.

Three years is enough time for him to grow into a decisive adult.

Teacher Jiang shook her head, continued drinking her warm tea, and enjoyed the pleasant moment when the sunlight streamed into the balcony.

……

……

Unable to reach Xu Shuli by phone, he simply sent her a text message and then went to her office.

The counselor's office is on the third floor of the teaching building. The elevator is rarely used, but it's quite lively downstairs. The school's street dance club is performing, and his two roommates have gone to watch the beautiful president of the street dance club dance.

Sun Minglang: Chess move, this senior has been looking forward to your appearance.

Sun Minglang: Xu Qiluo!! I'm going to fight you to the death! The first thing that the beautiful senior asked me when she saw me was why I didn't come!!

Sun Minglang: A beautiful senior student invited us to dinner. Should we go?

Sun Minglang was quite active in their dormitory group chat. He glanced at it and realized he didn't even remember what the senior looked like, so he coldly rejected her.

Another roommate chimed in mercilessly.

Li Yang: Do you think the senior really wanted to have dinner with us? The senior was aiming for the chess piece!

Li Yang: We don't need to eat this meal. It's unnecessary. People came here for Qi Luo, and Qi Luo doesn't like that beautiful senior.

Xu Qiluo glanced at it lightly, patted Li Yang on the shoulder to show his agreement, and then closed his phone.

The counselor asked him to come to the office, saying he had something for him, but he waited in the office for a long time and still didn't see him.

Looking down from the third floor to the first floor, there were many people watching the performance. Three circles around the first were all students. He spread his arms and looked down with a seemingly casual gaze. He had never been very interested in these things.

There were two people in the crowd who stood out. Who else could they be but his roommates?

There seemed to be another girl standing next to them, with braided hair, a leopard-print tank top and hot pants. She was very tall and had slender limbs. If I'm not mistaken, this was the beautiful senior they were talking about, the president of the street dance club.

"Xu Qi fell..."

A voice suddenly came from behind. She had run up, panting heavily. Zhu Ping'an placed her hands on her knees, trying to even out her breathing.

Several lush old trees are planted on the ground floor, their abundant branches and leaves extending to the second and even the third floor.

The leaves cast a soft shadow on the corridor, while the other side, unhidden by branches and leaves, was bathed in bright sunlight.

Xu Qiluo walked under the shadow of the trees, golden light lingering on his handsome and refined features. He was very calm, with an indifferent expression and pale skin, giving him an icy aura.

It's like opening the refrigerator on a hot summer day and seeing the icy water droplets gushing out of a Coke can.

He stood there quietly, the backpack behind him adding a touch of naivety to his youthful appearance. People with pure expressions always give off a sense of youthfulness that makes them seem younger than their actual age.

The moment Zhu Pingan glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, Xu Qiluo was also staring straight at her, without saying much or making any unnecessary movements.

As she rushed up, beads of sweat glistened on her fair face. Her high ponytail became slightly disheveled with her movements. Her chest heaved with anxiety, and her eyes sparkled with a bright light that flashed out in that instant.

She is indeed very unlike a counselor; she is more like a smart, thoughtful, and energetic neighbor.

She was two years older than him, but more mature and composed, like his older sister.