Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

In the evening, the members of the Mu You Club gathered once again on the top floor.

In the middle was a large circular sofa, currently occupied by a dozen people. Nearly all the club members were present, enjoying a harmonious atmosphere as they sipped drinks and chatted.

Wei Shixu sat on a sofa by the terrace, sipping white water as usual.

Yan Rong, worthy of the role of Deputy Minister, is always able to handle all affairs and interpersonal relationships well in the absence of his minister.

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Wei Shixu had become famous as soon as he entered university. Although the campus heartthrob voting had not yet begun, many were already calling him that privately.

After all, he was simply too handsome, with a unique aura that created a chasm between him and the other contenders.

Ye Zhuo chimed in: "He's a bit eccentric, but generally normal."

Shi Shaoqi added: "Right, people who play extreme sports tend to be a bit different. That's all of us."

Qian Sili: "And with that face, he probably has some quirks."

Qi Geng: "Likes excitement, I guess? There haven't been any recent events, and we have classes!"

The four were worried that Wei Shixu's previous remarks might have offended the senior members.

Yan Rong nodded with a smile: "Everyone has their quirks. Otherwise, why play extreme sports and seek thrills? All within acceptable limits, of course. I just worry seeing him always alone."

The four relaxed visibly.

Xia Yun laughed: "You guys are so tense. We're just seniors, a year ahead of you; don't be afraid!"

The four eased up, nodding with smiles.

Indeed, this upper-tier circle was quite comfortable, focused on unrestricted fun with little drama.

Yu Zetian asked: "Hey, will Quan Zhisui be coming today? I saw her in class."

Li Fei, propping her cheeks with her hands, sighed: "I messaged her but got no reply. Not sure if she even saw it. So sad."

Yan Rong chuckled: "The minister is busy; don’t pester her all the time."

Xia Yun suddenly exclaimed in alarm: "Could she be dating someone?!"

Yu Dong'er: "Don’t scare me. She’d date someone? Though she’s a bit eccentric… recently? No, not recently; it started last year. She’s been popping in from time to time."

The conversation turned to their enigmatic minister, piquing the newcomers’ curiosity.

Qian Sili: "Does the minister like guys or girls?"

Li Fei: "She’s straight, but she can easily turn people gay. Tsk tsk. Even as a straight girl, I struggle to meet her gaze. If one day she confesses to me… Ahhh!"

As she spoke, her face reddened.

Xia Yun playfully swatted her: "Can you stop fantasizing about unrealistic stuff?"

Li Fei: "Oh, I’m just imagining. She’s so dominant, it’s thrilling!"

Shi Shaoqi: "I’m really curious now. Just how dominant can she be? Photos don’t do it justice."

Li Fei teasingly glanced at him: "You’ll get to feel the heart-pounding excitement, like extreme sports."

Qi Geng: "You guys are making me so excited!"

Ye Zhuo: "Well, if she’s straight, does she like handsome guys?"

Xia Yun wrinkled her nose: "I’m not sure, but she doesn’t seem to care for anyone."

Yan Rong chimed in: "Wrong. She hates handsome guys, especially campus heartthrobs and department heartthrobs."

Ye Zhuo was surprised: "Why?"

Yan Rong: "Not sure, but almost all the department and campus heartthrobs in our school have tried pursuing her. All were rejected, very decisively."

Xia Yun: "That reminds me. She seems allergic to the term 'campus heartthrob,' almost repulsed?"

Yu Zetian: "Maybe she’s had some past experience."

Yan Rong frowned: "Enough guessing."

Li Fei, propping her cheeks again, mused: "With so many directions ruled out, maybe she’s actually into women?"

Yan Rong gave her a knowing look: "If she really is, would you still chase her?"

Li Fei: "Oh, no. I’m straight; it’s just a fantasy."

At that moment.

Swish—

The automatic doors slid open.

A figure walked in.

All eyes turned toward the newcomer, with Li Fei and others instinctively standing up.

In the corner of the terrace, Wei Shixu also turned his head, gazing through the glass, fixated.

She had arrived.

Wei Shixu gently touched the pocket money in his chest, watching her stride in from the farthest door.

In mid-October, she wore long-sleeved clothes and pants, casually dressed.

All in black.

She was tall and slender, wearing black boots, with her hair tied back in a ponytail hanging down her back.

Her amber eyes sparkled even at night.

She strode with large steps toward the group.

Dressed entirely in black, her presence was cold and sharp, imposing.

Yan Rong greeted her: "Minister, everyone’s here."

Quan Zhisui gave a slight nod, her amber eyes fixed on the four newcomers. "Hello, I’m Quan Zhisui, the minister of the Mu You Club."

The newcomers seemed nervous, their hands not knowing where to place themselves, stumbling through their introductions.

Li Fei, at this moment, lit a cigarette and handed it over with both hands: "Minister, new flavor."

Quan Zhisui elegantly took the cigarette with her long, beautiful fingers, flicking it into a nearby wine glass.

The ember was doused.

Then, she calmly strode toward the corner, her usual spot for gazing at the river view, alone.

The new members couldn’t help clutching their hearts!

Oh my god!

How did she manage to exude such casual yet languid, yet slightly aggressive allure?

The effortless toss of the cigarette into the glass and the sparks extinguished with her stride.

She was absolutely captivating!

Li Fei’s eyes sparkled as she winked at the others: "What do you think?"

The four fervently nodded, their faces reddening.

The terrace door slid open.

Quan Zhisui stood on the terrace, in the wind.

Wei Shixu remained unmoving, observing everything—from her entrance to her arrival at the terrace.

She knew he was here.

She had come for him.

The corner wasn’t large, just enough for a single sofa and a low table, suitable for one person.

The air was filled with two distinct scents.

She had learned to apply makeup, subtle and refined.

She had learned to wear heels, elongating her already slender calves.

She had even started using perfume, a bewitching yet icy white musk.

It was clear she had been polished by wealth.

Coincidentally, he too had learned to use fragrance, in his case, sandalwood.

The two perfume scents collided in the tight space, intertwining and sparking with sparks as the wind blew.

Wei Shixu leaned back slightly, relaxing into the sofa.

He looked up, meeting her gaze.

Quan Zhisui looked down at the person on the sofa, her voice cold: "This is my spot."

"I got here first, senior," he smiled, his tone distinctive, the end of the sentence elongated.

Quan Zhisui narrowed her eyes, her voice colder: "You’re really fond of taking things from others."

Wei Shixu chuckled, standing up, yielding the spot.

"Alright, no taking."

His sharpness was momentarily fully retracted.

Quan Zhisui stood firm, her expression cold and detached.

Wei Shixu moved aside, making way, then unexpectedly introduced himself: "Quan Zhisui senior, I’m Wei Shixu, twenty this year."

Quan Zhisui gazed at him silently for three seconds, then said: "Call me minister."

Wei Shixu: "Got it, senior."

His smile was dazzlingly bright.