Wu Shiyun had never thought that she would see a live chicken in her lifetime.
Chickens, in her world, belonged on platters—braised, fried or roasted. They were meant to arrive golden and silent, not flapping through the air and clucking like they were mocking her existence.
Still, she had thought she could count on Zhao Guangyao. After all, during their first introduction, he'd mentioned—rather proudly—that he'd grown up in a rural village before earning his way into a top university.
Zhao Guangyao had also assured her that all she had to do was to watch at the side and cheer for him.
It was a very convincing speech—right up until the moment the first chicken flapped its wings and charged at him. And then Wu Shiyun found herself being used as a human shield.
"Zhao Guangyao!" she shrieked, ducking behind him instinctively, only to realise—too late—that he'd already done the same.
