At the opening ceremony, he went onstage to give a speech, standing there like he had no bones. His tone was weary. "Eat well and drink well."
The whole hall burst into laughter. Shu Luo frowned from her seat below.
She'd never met him before, but there was no need to ask around about Jing Xiaolin.
"He's a rich young master with serious connections. He was at the inner college and only came back from a leave of absence this year. He attends classes just to add the school to his resume."
On top of that, the roommate sharing the gossip had given him a nickname:
Male Bodhisattva.
One day, Shu Luo ran into him leaning against his car door. He gave her a lazy, sidelong glance. "I could make you famous."
Looking at the water bottle in his car, she thought, No wonder he's called the Male Bodhisattva. Even his fishing line is so clever.
Only later did she learn it was a misunderstanding. It really was just a bottle of water he'd drunk halfway and left there.
His reason for striking up a conversation was simple too: the skirt she was wearing that day was the same color as the pothos plant on his bedside table.
Proud and ambitious girl x spoiled rich heir
Theme: Isn't love just the same old cliche?
