Everyday Recruitment

But this was already the only possible way Zhu Zhuqing, trapped deep in the mire of despair, could think of to break free from the shackles of fate.

So she could only proceed carefully, trying bit by bit.

She would train even harder, ensuring that she remained one of the academy's brightest rising stars, making it impossible for him to overlook her existence.

During practical combat classes, she would choose to cooperate with him or face him as an opponent, displaying her strength and resilience.

After theory classes, she would bring questions she did not understand to ask him, using them to create brief yet natural opportunities to speak.

She did all of this with extreme subtlety and caution. Rather than seduction, it was more like a desperate girl clumsily fighting for a sliver of hope.

It was the bravest, yet most powerless, act of resistance that her young self could make beneath the cold, cruel high walls of fate.

Zhu Zhuyun's icy gaze rested on Zhu Zhuqing for several seconds, as though she were examining an object and assessing the state of a competitor.

In the end, she said nothing. She merely gave an almost inaudible snort through her nose, as if she disdained wasting even a single word, then turned and left with proud strides.

The hem of her purple robes vanished around the corner, taking with it the suffocating oppression.

Zhu Zhuqing's rigid shoulders relaxed slightly. She raised her head and gazed at the narrow night sky beyond the corridor, cut into a square by the high walls, then took a deep breath of the icy night air.

Survive. I have to survive.

She clenched her small fists, her nails nearly digging into her palms, then stepped forward and walked resolutely toward her room.

Star Luo