Another year, another season of school opening, another time to recruit new students. As the towering prestigious educational institution in the country, K University is eagerly anticipated by countless diligent students each year.

As for the K University Student Union, which holds a high prestige and even has the privilege of directly dialoguing with the school board, it has welcomed new members and new hope.

Ihomo, male, 22 years old, a third-year student majoring in medicine at K University, and the president of the Student Union.

He is approximately 1.88 meters tall, appearing elegant and dignified, with a handsome face reminiscent of Shunhua. His sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes are deep and sharp. He possesses a strong and sturdy figure, and carries himself with an air of nobility. Whenever he smiles, there is a sense of tranquility and ease that emanates naturally from him.

And at this moment, Yi Mo was sitting in the office of the Student Union's recruitment committee, lazily leaning against the back of the chair.

In my hand, the pen twirls round and round, agilely lingering at each joint of my fingers, spinning...

In the middle of the office, there are two desks placed. Behind the desks sit three people - two women and one man. In front of them are placed the resumes of the job applicants, as well as paper and pens.

And there, Imo was just in front of them, bowing his head and playing with a spinning pen, as if all of this had nothing to do with him.

"Tell me, why did you decide to join the student council?"

It was already the twenty-second interviewee, and as the secretary of the student council, Zeya Ruo had already lost patience.

"I, the student council, have the ability to greatly train individuals, and I, I want..."

The voice of the interviewee's nodding and acquiescing made Zeya Ruoyao sigh, and she directly raised her hand, saying, "Tell me something else. If you are selected, what would you do?"

"If I get selected, I will definitely follow the arrangement and fulfill my duties responsibly..."

With a crisp sound of a finger snap, Yi Mo closed the spinning pen, then gracefully stood up and said, "You all seem busy, so I'll take my leave."

Qingchang's figure moved forward with nimble steps, his slender fingers casually inserted into his pockets, exuding an air of indifference, along with a lazy and seductive charm.

"Yimo, are you going home again?" Ze Ya Ruo stood up, her bright eyes filled with affection, a charming smile on her face. Her cherry-red lips slightly pouted, expressing her curiosity.

"What kind of treasure does your family have that makes you abandon someone as beautiful as me and run home?"

"Rare Treasures!" Yi Mo smirked, instantly filling the room with a refreshing and pleasant breeze, like a gentle spring wind brushing by.

Ignoring the bewildered expressions from a few friends behind him, Yi Mo gracefully walked out of the office.

Under the azure sky, a few pure white clouds gently drifted by. A soft breeze brushed against Yi Mo's head, causing a strand of her hair to sway. As she walked, her figure seemed to possess a natural elegance, attracting attention from the bustling campus.

As the man and woman passed by together, in the moments when they paused and lingered, what they left behind was astonishment, admiration, and even deep infatuation, along with an inextricable yearning...

Yi Mo walked into the garage, her slender thighs lightly straddling the sky blue mountain bike, graceful and carefree. Carrying the sunshine along the way, accompanied by a gentle breeze, Yi Mo rode out of the campus, heading towards the sanctuary of her own soul.

In the ancient neighborhood, the weathered walls bear the traces of countless years. The towering trees cast a delicate shade under the clear blue sky. A mountain bike whizzes by like a gust of wind until it abruptly comes to a halt at the innermost five-story building.

With nimble and agile steps, Yi Mo took out the key and opened the door to the east apartment on the third floor.

The modest two-bedroom apartment is designed simply and elegantly, making one feel as if they have entered another world - fresh and graceful.

The living room is filled with a faint aroma of rice, brimming with the scent of home.

Yi Mo leaned against the wall with one hand, bent over to change her shoes. With a smiling gaze, she looked around and when she saw a dark coffee-colored coat on the sofa, a gentle curve appeared at the corner of her mouth.