Chapter 1: The Thousand Gold Female Han

  The sky is bright and clear, with warm sunshine. In the distance, white clouds dot the sky, while nearby people are full of joy and laughter.

  In the window, looking out, accompanied by the sound of waves, the sun is high at noon, and the fire is burning fiercely.

  At the school gate, people gathered in groups of three or five, each admiring their favorite performances, with classmates' laughter and teachers' applause coming from time to time.

  However, at this moment, Kawaki...

  Hanae Haruki, who was playing chess with Zhou Gong, was suddenly awakened by a ringing phone that echoed through the clouds. She took a glance and saw that it was her boyfriend Han Yixia's name displayed on the screen.

  Huā Mù Qíng picked up her phone and pressed the call button. "I forgot, okay, I'll be right there."

  Fifteen minutes later, Hanaki Kaze, dressed up and ready to go, took out her performance costume from her closet, slung her bag over her shoulder, and rushed down from the second floor of the villa.

  That's right, today is the campus cultural and artistic festival of XX University. As Huamu Qing of the drama art department, it is an opportunity to show herself and seize the opportunity, she will not miss it.

  What a pity... Perhaps it was because she was too tired from last night, but this morning she overslept and almost missed such an important opportunity. Huamu Qing thought as she ran.

  Before Huamu Qing reached the villa entrance, she saw a pink taxi about to whizz past in front of her eyes. She hurriedly raised her hand and shouted at the driver, "Taxi, wait for me!"

  Just as she was about to stop the car, a sudden obstacle appeared in front of her - two workers carrying a painting board with an oil painting.

  As soon as she saw the taxi, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, carefully held up the theatrical costume, stepped out with both feet, and jumped over. Her feet landed safely on the ground, and before long, she chased after it, "Taxi, stop, don't go, wait for me!"

  The two workers behind stared at Huamu Qing's back in surprise, unable to come back to their senses for a long time...

  With Huamu Qing's speed and voice, the taxi successfully stopped in front of the villa gate.

  She opened the car door and got in, saying to the driver uncle in front of her, "Let's go, boss."

  For a moment, the taxi successfully left the villa and rushed to XX University.

  As soon as it's a day off, the school becomes lively.

  Students are like being in the midst of a sea of people. Vehicles also lined up, forming a long dragon-like pattern. Look, the square is crowded with people, everyone smiling. Young people walk on the track in groups of three or five. They wear mp3 and listen to music, singing along with the music involuntarily. Some young people are chatting and laughing, their laughter echoing throughout the campus.

  The square is bustling with activity, but there is one place that seems particularly quiet...

  The dimly lit stage was suddenly illuminated by a flash of light, which shone on a robust man, and the man thus appeared in people's sight.

  The man is about twenty-one or two years old, with a short haircut, his upper body completely exposed, revealing his wheat-colored skin, showing off his robust physique, well-developed muscles, especially his chunky chest and abdominal muscles. The first impression he gives people is that of being sturdy, tall, and powerful. His lower body is clad in only a pair of deep black casual pants. His eyes are deep and spirited, his nose bridge high and straight, his lips sensual, and when combined together, it's as if they were the masterpiece of God's craftsmanship.

  The man's eyes are focused and serious, his hands slightly swaying to the rhythm of the music, as he spins in place. This beautifully dancing man sometimes steps lightly, like ripples on a calm lake; sometimes he is like a leaf swirling in a whirlwind, rapidly spinning... as if bringing every audience member into the dancer's own paradise.

  Director Chen Ziyue and dancer Shen Qingyan were amazed by the man's beautiful single-leg turns, swinging arms and twisting waist on stage. Shen Qingyan couldn't help but exclaim, "Liu Yutong is going to defy the heavens and dazzle the whole audience!" As he spoke, he also couldn't help but feel burdened and worried about his own upcoming performance. "Ziyue, we're done for."

  Chen Ziye waved the script in his hand, heard Shen Qingyan's words, and directly knocked it on his head, while teaching him, "Qingyan, you idiot, who would say 'death' at this time? You're a jinx."

  Intimidated by Chenzi Ye's aura, Shen Qingyan nodded submissively and muttered, "Sorry, sorry."

  Just as the two were about to continue observing the stage, a black figure accompanied by panicked voices entered their line of sight.

  Just as the approaching person was about to collide with them, Han Yixia stopped her footsteps abruptly at a distance from them, but unexpectedly ended up in a tragic scene like Mars colliding with Earth. Fortunately, she successfully blocked the rhythm that almost made Han Yixia rush to the center of the stage.

  After discovering the true identity of the person who came to Lushan, Chen Ziyue immediately helped up Han Yixia and asked in a hurry, "Has Mu Qing arrived? Let her get ready quickly."

  As for Chenzi Ye's question, Han Yixia furrowed her brow, with a crying expression, "No, I was the first to arrive, she said she was still on the way."

  After hearing Han Yixia's answer, Chen Ziyue and Shen Qingyan screamed in unison, "What, still on the way?"

  In the sky, the scorching sun was blazing, and at noon it was the most rampant moment of the heat demon king. He stretched out his demonic claws towards the human world without any scruples. The fiery sun pitilessly scorched everything on the earth, the earth was parched and sweltering, as if covered by a huge furnace, making people unable to breathe.

  The sunlight is more piercing than before, and the sky can be said to have "no clouds". Occasionally, one or two birds fly by at high speed, as if they will be roasted in the next second.

  A pink taxi sped across the scorching asphalt road like a flash of lightning.

  The taxi driver was gripping the steering wheel, focusing on his work, when suddenly a mysterious white object covered his head, blocking his view. He looked in the rearview mirror and it was that beautiful female passenger from earlier.

  The car stopped at a red light in the middle of the asphalt road, and the driver with small eyes stared inexplicably at the woman in the back seat.

  It's scary to see what you don't know, and this is exactly the typical expression of the driver at this moment.

  He had just realized that beautiful women could also have such... uh, such an uninhibited and sloppy side.