The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

On the screen was a photo that was clearly taken secretly.

The background is the ancient tree-lined path of Yenching University, dappled with light and shadow.

The subject of the photo is a girl wearing a simple white shirt and jeans. She is tilting her head slightly, and her waist-length hair is swaying gently in the wind. The image is a little blurry, but it cannot hide her special beauty.

She possesses a pure quality that stands out from the noisy environment around her, like moonlight that has strayed into the mortal world.

"Holy crap! Who is this?"

"Wow, she's gorgeous! A freshman at Yenching University? Never heard of her!"

"Is this a misleading photo? Photo editing technology is amazing these days."

Exclamations of surprise, doubts, and expressions of interest rose and fell instantly, and the topic that was originally surrounding Qin Fang was immediately drawn to this photo.

Someone shouted, "Qin Fang, look! This is definitely your style!"

Qin Fang was even more annoyed upon hearing this, and took the phone from Yu Hang, saying, "Get lost."

His words abruptly stopped the moment he saw the face on the screen, his eyes gleaming with the light of a hungry wolf eyeing its prey.

"Aren't you from Yenching University? Yu Hang, can you do me a favor?"

As the last class of the afternoon ended, Shen Yao walked out of the teaching building with the crowd, the professor's resounding statement still echoing in her mind.

The vision and resources offered by Yenching University are indeed unmatched by Shanghai University.

Each lesson was like opening a new window for her, forcing her to understand things from a deeper and more complex perspective.

This is not only an increase in knowledge, but also a reconstruction of cognition.

For her, the university itself is a huge information field.

Like a calm collector, she accurately discerns the different "values" among people. Whether they are students with profound family knowledge or classmates with unique insights, she is happy to connect with them.

During this time, she has woven a valuable information network from different people through casual conversations or purposeful inquiries.

If anyone can turn studying into a strategic game with a clear objective and gain pure satisfaction from each advancement, it is undoubtedly Shen Yao.

The sky was overcast, with low-hanging, leaden clouds that looked like it was about to rain, which added to the somber mood.

She kept her head down, mentally planning for tomorrow.

Just as she was pondering this, a small commotion ahead caught her attention.

She subconsciously looked up and saw a young man dressed in an extremely conspicuous manner slowly, almost dragging his feet, moving towards her not far away.

A rainbow-colored, fragmented veil, resembling an overturned palette, immediately catches the eye.

He walked very slowly, and every step he took exuded an air of "not being in a hurry".

What was most striking was the row of earrings on his ears, which shimmered in the dim light, but instead of looking arrogant, they seemed like decorations he was too lazy to take off.

To be fair, he has a very handsome face, even with a touch of refined youthfulness, and he doesn't have the arrogance of a spoiled brat.

Shen Yao quickly looked away, not wanting to cause any more trouble, and just wanted to get back to her dormitory as soon as possible.

She turned slightly to the side, intending to quietly walk around like the other students.

Backfired.

The boy stopped in front of her, blocking her way.

Shen Yao frowned, stopped walking, and had to look up again.

Then, they met each other's half-closed eyes, as if they had just woken up.

He was very tall, but slightly hunched over, as if even straightening his back was too tiring. His gaze was unfocused, lazily falling on her face.

"Senior Shen Yao?"

He spoke, his voice drawn out, like a coquettish plea, and accurately called out her name.

Shen Yao remained expressionless and said gently:

"Yes, that's me. And who are you?"

Yu Hang didn't seem to be in a hurry to answer. His gaze slowly swept across her face, like a camera lens going out of focus and then slowly focusing again. There was no surprise in his eyes, only a sense of confirmation that "oh, I found it."

The two walked to a secluded spot, where he suddenly smiled and then grasped Shen Yao's wrist.

Shen Yao felt the warmth of the stranger's palm on her wrist, and she pretended to try to break free.

Yu Hang seemed not to hear her protest, or rather, he couldn't be bothered to pay attention.

He lowered his head and his cool lips touched the back of her hand very slowly, ignoring the fact that the senior student was frightened by him.

"Senior, don't call out, don't shout..." Yu Hang naturally let go of her hand, "You'll get very tired."

He slowly put his hands back into his pockets, as if the series of movements he had just made had exhausted his energy for the day.

Someone wants to see you tonight.

"Who wants to see me?"

Yu Hang slowly uttered two words: "Qin Fang".

Shen Yao instantly understood; it seemed that Qin Fang had sent a persuader who was least like a persuader.

The strange boy in front of her kissed the back of her hand right away, and he was so listless in conveying messages, as if even the act of "helping a friend" was a burden to him.

Yu Hang looked at Shen Yao's changing expression and said, "He said he missed you."

It was impossible to tell whether his tone was joking or simply repeating something; he didn't even bother to give a second glance, as if he could fall asleep on the spot at any moment once his task was completed.

Shen Yao lowered her eyelashes, and when she looked up again, her face showed difficulty: "I have class tonight..."

"I'll ask for leave for you," Yu Hang replied slowly. "Let's go."

Shen Yao eventually got into Yu Hang's sleek car.

Raindrops fell, leaving dark watermarks on the shoulders of her pale yellow dress.

When Yu Hang leaned over to help her fasten her seatbelt, his movements were slow and gentle, and his warm breath brushed against her earlobe almost imperceptibly.

He glanced at the water stains on her shoulder, said nothing, and simply reached out to turn up the air conditioning temperature.

The car eventually stopped in front of a quiet private villa, where the noise inside was filtered out by the heavy doors and walls, leaving only a muffled bass sound.

As she got off the bus, a cold wind carrying raindrops swept over her, and Shen Yao instinctively hugged her arms as if she were not paying attention.

Yu Hang closed the car door, but didn't move immediately. He just leaned against the door, his gaze lingering for a moment on her slightly damp shoulder and her slightly curled fingers.

His voice was low, with a slightly husky quality, as if he had recently gone through puberty: "Sister, you're wearing so little."

Shen Yao lowered her eyelashes and gently shook her head: "It's okay, I'm not cold."

She looked up at the overly ornate building before her, a look of bewilderment on her face: "Where is this?"

"A slightly noisy place."

Yu Hang finally straightened up, no longer looking at her, and walked forward with his hands in his coat pockets. His voice was carried by the night wind, "Come on, senior. Qin Fang has been talking about you for ages. If we don't get here soon, he'll probably rip me off."

He walked at a slow pace, but he didn't turn back to wait for her.

Shen Yao followed half a step behind him, and the moment he pushed open the door, deafening music burst out.

Shadows swayed beneath the crystal chandelier, a scene of decadent extravagance.

Shen Yao remained calm inside, but her face instantly switched to a look of helplessness like a frightened rabbit, and she involuntarily paused in her steps.

Yu Hang, who was walking in front, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He didn't turn around, but simply pulled his right hand out of his pocket, casually stretched it out behind him, and accurately grabbed her wrist.

His palms were dry, with a slight coolness from just coming in from outside, and his strength left Shen Yao no room to refuse.

This eccentric junior led her along, lazily pushing through the noisy crowd, towards the innermost booth.

Qin Fang was slumped in the sofa, playing dice with someone.

Yu Hang pulled Shen Yao to a stop at his edge, then let go of her hand and casually put his hand back in his pocket, as if the pull just now was just a casual gesture.

The boy spoke to Qin Fang:

"The person has been delivered to you intact, Brother Qin Fang."

"Stop texting me three times a day, it's giving me a headache."