Sheng Yanxiao drove Su Weiyi straight to the Art College entrance. Just as Su Weiyi was about to go inside, her wrist was suddenly caught by him. They were standing in a relatively secluded spot with a large tree blocking them in front. Sheng Yanxiao quickly touched her forehead lightly: "Don't worry, I won't let you suffer any grievances."
The preparatory bell had already rung, and Su Weiyi couldn't dwell on the meaning behind his words. She quickly hurried to the classroom.
This class was the one where the drafts were to be submitted. As soon as she entered, Su Weiyi's gaze met Zhang Ziyu's. The anger that had dissipated instantly flared up again upon seeing Zhang Ziyu's smug expression.
Su Weiyi frowned, walked over to Su Man, and sat down beside her. Xie Xiaoran suddenly placed a sheet of paper in front of her. Su Weiyi was puzzled, and then felt her phone vibrate—it was a message from Xie Xiaoran: [I drew this on short notice; use it first. Don't let her be smug.]
