My Mom Forced Me to Marry into Wealth, So I Eloped with a Poor Guy

Her headphones shut out the noise of the dorm.

Lin Xi's fingertips tapped lightly on the drawing tablet, and the lines on the screen danced as colors layered over one another.

She was designing a theme poster for the school's arts festival.

Energy, creativity, the exuberance of youth.

She was very happy with her work.

In the signature space at the bottom right, she deftly typed “Publicity Department” instead of her own name.

That was enough.

She enjoyed creating for its own sake, free from the distractions of other people's opinions.

Just as she was about to save the final draft, her phone screen lit up.

The head of the Publicity Department had sent her a message.

“Lin Xi, don't finalize the poster yet.”

“The school has issued new instructions.”

Lin Xi's heart sank.

New instructions?

“What instructions?” she replied.

“They want something more compelling, with ‘elements that can inspire greater enthusiasm.’”

“Also, Student Council President Su Yan will review it personally.”

Su Yan.

Everyone at school knew that name.