Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

The fight between Kong Mingze and Zuo Zichen didn’t end with a clear winner. It only stopped when the teacher arrived, and coincidentally, it was Ding Xing who showed up.

After a few questions, Ding Xing began to smooth things over, quickly shifting the blame to whoever threw the first punch. As a result, Zuo Zichen and his lackeys got off scot-free, while Kong Mingze was taken away for a lecture.

Zuo Zichen looked over with a smug expression: “Senior, see? No matter what I do, I won’t face any consequences. Looks like my guys were quicker to find Teacher Ding.”

Zhuge Ying glanced at him: “Oh? What if I went to Quan Zhisui instead? You know how close we are. She rarely turns down my requests.”

Zuo Zichen’s face stiffened: “Senior, my sister hasn’t hit me in a long time.”

“Then, Zuo Zichen, stay away from me,” Zhuge Ying said, enunciating each word clearly. “I don’t like you. Not one bit.”

Zuo Zichen was provoked and couldn’t help but ask, “Do you like Kong Mingze or something?”

“Yes, I do like Kong Mingze,” Zhuge Ying admitted without hesitation.

Zuo Zichen scoffed: “Kong Mingze? Him? Do you even know what kind of person he is, Senior? His family used to be dirt poor! His parents never even went to school—they used to run a street stall! Sure, they won five million in the lottery, but everyone in Liangxi Town’s upper circles knows about it. No one respects upstarts like them!”

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“You know? And you still like him?” Zuo Zichen found it absurd and laughed. “Senior, do you even realize the wealth of the Zuo Family? One of our cars alone is worth more than five million! And we have three of them!”

Zhuge Ying chuckled softly, looking down.

Zuo Zichen frowned: “What are you laughing at? Isn’t my family richer than Kong Mingze’s?”

Zhuge Ying looked at him seriously: “Zuo Zichen, are you really Quan Zhisui’s brother?”

Zuo Zichen thumped his chest: “Of course! Certified by a DNA test!”

Zhuge Ying smirked playfully: “Then, your mother and Quan Zhisui’s mother must be worlds apart, huh? One’s in the heavens, the other’s in the dirt.”

Zuo Zichen was stunned.

Zuo Zhiyu’s first wife passed away after giving birth to Quan Zhisui, and Zuo Zichen only found out this year that he had an older sister.

He had no idea what Quan Zhisui’s mother was like, but how could she possibly compare to his own mother?

His mother, Xu Zhiyi, was a well-known socialite in Liangxi Town!

That’s what Zuo Zichen thought, but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to argue back.

“You know, intelligence is inherited from the mother,” Zhuge Ying continued, each word cutting deep. “That means Quan Zhisui’s brilliance comes from her mother, while your stupidity comes from yours.”

Zuo Zichen: “!!!”

Zhuge Ying wasn’t done mocking him: “Oh, you didn’t know? How… uneducated of you.”

Zuo Zichen had always mocked Kong Mingze’s parents for being uneducated, but he never expected to be on the receiving end of such a jab.

He was so thoroughly crushed that he couldn’t speak.

Zhuge Ying pressed on: “Zuo Zichen, you’re terrible at studying, have no special talents, and your character, personality, intelligence, and abilities are all abysmal. You probably won’t inherit the Zuo Family’s wealth, will you?”

“Years from now, you’ll be nothing…” Zhuge Ying’s gaze was both mocking and disdainful. “Meanwhile, I’ll be a top graduate from a prestigious university. Would you even be worthy of me then?”

That last line was the final blow.

It completely shattered Zuo Zichen.

Even after Zhuge Ying bought her coffee and left, Zuo Zichen remained standing there, unable to calm down for a long time.

The future?

He had never thought about it before.

He had always relied on his family’s wealth to act recklessly at school, finding a sense of importance among the ordinary students. Now, he was even using Quan Zhisui’s connection to pursue Zhuge Ying.

But what about after graduation?

His sister would undoubtedly get into a top university. She was already so impressive, yet she still spent every day in her room studying.

Meanwhile, he was next door playing video games.

The shareholders of the Zuo Group weren’t fools. Faced with the exceptional Quan Zhisui, they would never choose Zuo Zichen.

Not to mention Zuo Zhiyu’s indulgent attitude toward Quan Zhisui…

He had no special skills, and his academic record was abysmal.

What did he even have left?

Nothing. He was a complete failure.

…

Back in Class 1-2, Kong Mingze hadn’t returned yet. Zhuge Ying placed a cup of coffee on his desk, then returned to her seat feeling lighthearted and ready to study.

Lately, she had been feeling down due to the disbandment of their four-person group, and learning about Quan Zhisui and Wei Shixu’s tragic experiences had left her feeling suffocated.

Zuo Zichen had just walked right into her line of fire.

She had thoroughly crushed him.

And in doing so, she had released some of her pent-up emotions.

…

At noon, after lunch.

When Wei Shixu returned to his seat, he saw a familiar package placed on his chair, returned untouched.

He glanced toward the back of the classroom.

There she was, shivering like a little animal as she worked on her problems, enduring the cold.

She hadn’t even bothered to return it to him in person, choosing to leave it on his seat when no one was around.

Wei Shixu casually tossed the package aside and sat down to watch a movie.

If she froze to death, so be it.

Kong Mingze had already returned from Ding Xing’s office and was slumped over his desk, feeling frustrated and wronged.

Just then, Zhuge Ying walked over with a test paper: “Let me explain these problems to you.”

Kong Mingze looked like he was about to cry: “Class President, I’m in a bad mood. I don’t want to study.”

Zhuge Ying patted his head as if he were a puppy: “Don’t be upset. Doing some problems will help take your mind off things.”

Kong Mingze: “Is this how you top students relieve stress?”

Zhuge Ying: “Exactly!”

Kong Mingze: “I don’t believe it. Wei Shixu never does problems.”

Zhuge Ying: “He’s an oddball. Why compare yourself to him?”

Kong Mingze: “What about Quan Zhisui?”

Zhuge Ying raised an eyebrow: “Quan Zhisui is always solving problems. Look at her emotions…”

Well, they weren’t exactly stable either.

At that moment.

A woman’s voice came from the hallway outside the back door: “Excuse me, is Quan Zhisui in this class?”

Kong Mingze and Zhuge Ying both looked up!

They saw a woman, likely in her late twenties, wearing a blue Daoist robe, her long black hair tied up in a traditional Daoist bun with a wooden hairpin.

Her voice was as gentle as a breeze, and her face radiated warmth like sunlight.

Her overall demeanor exuded gentleness and serenity, though there was a hint of sharpness in her brows. But her eyes were smiling, softening that edge.

On her back, she carried a sword and a guqin.

The sight of this ethereal figure left the two of them stunned!

Before they could react, Quan Zhisui burst out like a gust of wind, sprinting from the corner of the room!

“Ziyin Senior Brother!!!” she exclaimed excitedly.

Zhuge Ying was startled, about to warn her not to knock over this celestial being!

But then she saw the woman open her arms with a smile, effortlessly catching the force-of-nature Quan Zhisui in a tight embrace.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She even lifted her up and spun her around.