There are two iron rules circulating at St. York College: Don't mess with Si Chenle, and don't try to challenge the authority of the Rose Society.
Transfer student Ji Tingwan committed both offenses.
She landed in the air with a mixed-race look and a perfect score in the mathematical modeling competition, but she poured champagne all over Si Chenle at the opening banquet.
"Sorry," she said in a cold voice, "my hands are slippery."
Si Chenle's white shirt was soaked through, and his expensive watch was dripping with wine. The whole audience was suffocated.
But he raised the corners of his lips on the edge of anger: "These hands are suitable for solving Maxwell's equations, and they are also suitable for... Knocking over the champagne tower."
Later, at the financial summit, Ji Tingwan's life experience was revealed - the daughter of a bankrupt and suicidal trader.
The ladies raised their champagne glasses and chuckled: "How many people have been killed by her father's algorithm?"
On a rainy night, Ji Tingwan was locked in an abandoned trading hall.
There was an engine roar outside the door, and the Bugatti broke through the rain curtain and stopped in front of the door.
Si Chenle kicked open the iron door, and rainwater dripped down his chin and onto her face: "Ji Tingwan, you solved the wrong function."
"The best solution is not to carry it alone, but to come home with me."
