Jiang Zhao, a social worker who works overtime, wakes up and transforms into the vicious female supporting character in the campus novel that everyone shouts about.
In the original book, "Jiang Zhao" poured milk tea, tore up papers, stalked the male protagonist, and eventually her family was ruined: her father died of illness in prison as a scapegoat, she dropped out of school to work, and died in a car accident on a rainy night at the age of 24. The book only gave half a line of words, and the book review area was full of "deserve it."
After Jiang Zhao saw his ending, he made three life-saving rules on the spot: don't fight for the male lead, don't mess with the female lead, and avoid all the pitfalls of the original plot.
She hid very thoroughly: changing routes, changing floors, and taking photos at the very edge. But the more she hid, the more the wealthy school boy who the whole school looked up to felt something was wrong - the people who had been chasing him for two years suddenly regarded him as a plague, his grades reversed overnight, and his back straightened when he was slandered by the whole school.
Lu Shiyan stared at this "question with more and more conditions", from puzzlement, to curiosity, to couldn't help but approach step by step: the warm water handed to the corner of the table, the hand that caught her on the stairs, the black umbrella thrust in the rainstorm, and the sentence "If one day you can't hide anymore, don't hide from me."
While Jiang Zhao was unraveling the chain of fate—the endless spill of dirty water, the approaching typhoon at home, the soft knife that the White Lotus heroine borrowed to kill people—he desperately held down his racing heart: the temptation of a vicious female partner is fatal.
It wasn't until one night when there was a power outage, with her fingertips touching each other in the darkness, that she finally admitted: It's over.
[Emphasis added] What she fights for is never love, but life. Just after clearing the deadlock, she looked up - the man holding an umbrella had been waiting for her for two and a half years.
Purpose: Destiny is not a judgment, life is rewritten by oneself