Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

Quan Zhisui returned to the Zuo Family and, as usual, went back to her room after dinner to do her homework.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," she said, assuming it was Gu Lan bringing her milk.

To her surprise, it was Zuo Zichen who walked in.

As soon as Zuo Zichen entered, he found a flat spot and performed a perfect "vajra kneeling" posture.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Quan Zhisui: "?"

She genuinely didn’t understand what was going on.

Zuo Zichen was sweating profusely from the pain, just like the first time he had knelt like this, but this time he forced himself to stay still, speaking earnestly, "Sister, I’m sorry."

Quan Zhisui was once again filled with confusion: "Are you out of your mind?"

Wei Shixu apologizing was one thing, but why was Zuo Zichen suddenly apologizing too? It completely threw her off.

Zuo Zichen’s mood was very low: "Sister, I want to study hard."

Quan Zhisui’s lips twitched: "So? And then?"

Zuo Zichen: "I’ll always be on your side from now on. I’ll never play any tricks again, and I’ll never get into fights anymore."

Quan Zhisui tilted her head: "Have you been possessed? Do you need a Taoist priest to exorcise you?"

Zuo Zichen grew anxious: "No, sister! I’m serious this time, I really mean it! Oh, and..."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and quickly transferred money to Quan Zhisui.

Zuo Zichen: "This is 20,000 yuan I asked my grandparents for. I’m giving it all to you."

He even showed her his remaining balance: "This is all the money I have. They only gave me 20,000, and I’m giving it all to you."

Quan Zhisui’s lips twitched again: "Oh..."

So what was this all about?

Zuo Zichen actually started crying: "Sister, can you forgive me? Can you take me with you and talk to me about things in the future?"

He cried so bitterly, even more than when he had been beaten before.

Quan Zhisui couldn’t help but reach out and touch his forehead: "No fever. Are you possessed by something?"

"Sister!!!" Zuo Zichen wailed.

At that moment, Quan Zhisui’s phone vibrated. She quickly glanced at it.

Wei Shixu had sent her three messages.

Quan Zhisui suddenly smiled, staring at Zuo Zichen: "Do you really want me to forgive you? To take you along?"

Zuo Zichen nodded frantically: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Quan Zhisui’s smile turned sly: "Alright, then go beat up Wei Shixu."

Zuo Zichen: "..."

He started crying again, this time completely breaking down.

"I don’t dare, sister!!!"

Quan Zhisui turned back to her homework, tossing out a remark: "Pathetic."

Although she was just teasing Zuo Zichen, if he couldn’t even do that, how could he expect to hang out with her?

She wasn’t going to take on such a useless follower!

After that, Zuo Zichen knelt in front of Quan Zhisui for a whole week, bruising his knees until they turned purple. But his "vajra kneeling" became more and more precise, and by the end, he even started to enjoy it. If he didn’t kneel one day, he’d feel uneasy.

For the first three days, Quan Zhisui was annoyed by his constant kneeling. Every time she got up from her homework to stretch, she’d turn around and see him kneeling there like a little chick.

Eventually, she relented and agreed to take him along when she had time.

But even after she said that, Zuo Zichen kept coming over to kneel, even bringing his textbooks to study while kneeling.

This actually impressed Quan Zhisui!

She gave him a meditation cushion, and Zuo Zichen’s knees finally stopped turning purple.

"Sister, does vajra kneeling have health benefits?" Zuo Zichen asked energetically on the way to school one day.

Quan Zhisui’s mind flashed with a long explanation, but she decided to simplify it for him: "Kneeling for a bit before bed helps improve sleep quality."

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"Sister! You’re amazing!" He genuinely admired her, thinking she knew so much.

During this week, Lu Qin only appeared once to deliver a wooden box and then disappeared.

But today, a photo started circulating around the school, quickly reaching everyone’s hands.

It was a shot of Lu Qin handing the wooden box to Wei Shixu in the hallway!

The angle seemed to be from a distance, likely taken from the rooftop of the U-shaped school building. The shot was cleverly framed, making it look like Wei Shixu and Lu Qin were standing much closer than the two meters that actually separated them.

The photo spread like wildfire, and by mid-morning, rumors were already flying.

"Is this transfer student another athlete?"

"What do you mean 'another'..."

"Didn’t Wei Shixu get close to that Quan Zhisui a while ago? Quan Zhisui was a martial arts student who transferred to regular high school, right?"

"Quan Zhisui is old news. It’s all about Lu Qin now! Look at this photo—they’re standing so close, and Wei Shixu even accepted her gift! As far as I know, Wei Shixu never accepts gifts from girls, right?"

"Exactly! Zhou Chun used to give him stuff all the time, but he never accepted anything."

"This is getting intense. Lu Qin’s connection to the Wei family feels straight out of a novel!"

"Regardless, the fact that Wei Shixu accepted that gift box is worth speculating about!"

"..."

Lu Qin overheard the discussions in her class and loudly clarified, "Stop spreading rumors! I was just giving a small gift to my savior. Wei Shixu’s grandfather not only saved me but also sponsored me."

"I’m able to be a sports student now because of his grandfather’s support back then! This has nothing to do with Wei Shixu. I only approached him because I needed to pass the gift through him!"

Her classmates’ gazes turned suggestive.

"He sponsored you too? That makes it even more fateful!"

"Wei Shixu accepted your wooden box. You might not know this since you’re new, but he never accepts anything from anyone."

"Let me tell you a secret—Wei Shixu has a thing for athletes!"

Lu Qin waved her hands: "I already said it’s not for him!"

In Class 1, the rumors had also spread, but the students there didn’t dare to discuss it openly, especially since the person involved was present.

Wei Shixu hadn’t paid any attention to these things. His mind was entirely occupied with figuring out how to win Quan Zhisui back!

These days, Quan Zhisui continued to ignore him. He had tried every method, but Quan Zhisui was like a solid rock, leaving no crack for him to exploit.

Wei Shixu was filled with regret, wishing Quan Zhisui would just hit him again.

Physical pain was easier to bear than this mental torment.

The last time he saw Quan Zhisui eating small cookies so adorably, he had someone buy a variety of cookies for her.

But he could only send them through Kong Mingze or Zhuge Ying, not daring to admit they were from him, or else Quan Zhisui wouldn’t eat them.

He was already mentally exhausted, and now this photo had surfaced.

What a mess!

Thinking about this, Wei Shixu’s mood soured, and a cold aura began to emanate from him. His stomach also started to ache faintly.

A photo from a week ago?

The school’s surveillance footage was only stored for a week. The photo was taken then but only surfaced now.

The timing was impeccable—it was already impossible to trace who had taken the photo from the rooftop that day.

Wei Shixu narrowed his eyes and headed to the principal’s office.