Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

Chapter 87

Kong Mingze's hotpot restaurant had almost become the go-to spot for Class 1's gatherings. Every time, Kong Mingze would generously treat everyone.

This time, right after the final exams, he invited the whole class again. All 49 students sat together in a private room with three large round tables.

Kong Mingze, with his cheerful personality, was very popular. Wherever he sat, laughter and chatter followed.

If everyone in the class ordered a lot of seafood, the bill would be astronomical. So, as the class monitor, Zhuge Ying stopped everyone from randomly shouting out dishes and took charge of ordering.

She balanced meat and vegetables, added some small seafood dishes, and kept the average cost around 150 yuan per person. With 49 people in Class 1, plus the not-so-cheap secret recipe broth and drinks, the total bill for the hotpot meal came close to 10,000 yuan.

Zhuge Ying typed the total amount into her phone's calculator and showed it to Kong Mingze: "Is this amount okay?"

Kong Mingze looked at her with admiration: "Yes! Absolutely!"

He was planning to treat the whole class, but he also didn’t want to be too extravagant and disrespect his parents' hard work or Wei Shixu's investment.

The class monitor truly lived up to her title, taking care of every detail!

The private room was bustling with noise and excitement. Wei Shixu sat in the most inconspicuous corner, like a fringe figure in the class, almost invisible, quietly looking at his phone.

Soon, Quan Zhisui returned from the restroom and sat down next to Wei Shixu.

Wei Shixu naturally handed her a tissue.

This scene was noticed by Zhuge Ying, who tugged at Kong Mingze's sleeve.

"What’s up, Monitor?" Kong Mingze shouted loudly.

Zhuge Ying’s mouth twitched: "Never mind."

How could she explain with him shouting like that?

Soon, the hotpot broth was brought out, followed by dish after dish. Everyone ate happily.

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Then, a male classmate next to her accidentally knocked over a sauce, staining his hands and clothes.

Quan Zhisui casually handed him a tissue.

The male classmate: "Thanks! Quan Zhisui, you’re so kind!"

Quan Zhisui: "No problem."

Wei Shixu, sitting on her other side, glanced over. Three seconds later, he raised his hand.

*Slap—*

He knocked over the sauce, getting it all over his hand.

The table fell silent as everyone stared at him.

They weren’t fooled—he had done it on purpose.

Wei Shixu ignored their stares and extended his messy hand toward Quan Zhisui.

"My hand’s dirty," he said.

Quan Zhisui: "..."

She sighed and grabbed another tissue, tossing it in front of him.

Wei Shixu looked at the tissue, then at her: "You wipe it for me."

Leaving early was fine. She could just walk around the neighborhood a few times before going back.

However, after getting in the car, they didn’t head toward the Zuo Family. Instead, they drove to a place with a beautiful night view.

"Let’s take a walk after dinner," Wei Shixu said with a smile.

Quan Zhisui looked at him deeply and asked, "Do you know what’s happening at the Zuo Family right now?"

Wei Shixu blinked innocently: "How would I know? I just wanted to take a walk with you."

Quan Zhisui silently watched him for a few seconds before getting out of the car to stroll.

The two walked ahead, with bodyguards following about ten meters behind, spaced two meters apart.

Wei Shixu seemed in a good mood, his earlier childishness replaced by a more normal demeanor.

Quan Zhisui spoke first: "When people face significant setbacks, their mental age can stagnate at that stage. Unable to confront the trauma, they linger at the crossroads, wanting to retrace their steps."

She then stopped and asked, "Is that why you’ve been acting so childish?"

Wei Shixu’s eyes sparkled: "No."

Quan Zhisui crossed her arms and looked at him: "Then explain how you’ve been acting like a grade-schooler."

Wei Shixu’s gaze was intense: "Liking someone makes you act childish. You’re so smart—you must know that, right?"

Quan Zhisui opened her mouth but couldn’t find a response.

The streetlight illuminated half of his face, casting a soft, warm glow, while the other half remained in shadow, making it hard to discern his true emotions.

Quan Zhisui broke eye contact and asked with a complicated expression, "What do you like about me?"

It was rare for her to respond to him so directly.

Wei Shixu answered earnestly: "I like how you run, play basketball, and even how you hit people."

Quan Zhisui looked at him with a puzzled frown: "You like that I hit people? Your tastes are really strange!"

Wei Shixu: "When you first transferred here and hit Zuo Zichen in the cafeteria, I started liking you a little."

Then, watching her run and play basketball, so strong and confident, he couldn’t look away.

He liked her more and more, unable to stop himself!

Quan Zhisui corrected him: "I didn’t hit him. He was the one hitting me."

Wei Shixu: "You hit him in your heart."

Quan Zhisui was taken aback.

Wei Shixu’s eyes curved into a smile: "When Zuo Zichen insulted you, the moment you looked at him, you hit him. In that instant, you sentenced him to death in your mind. You really wanted to kill him, didn’t you?"

Quan Zhisui’s gaze had been so fierce and commanding, like a female assassin!

He loved it!

Quan Zhisui suddenly thought of something and found it absurd. She asked, "Do you like it when I hit you too?"

Wei Shixu actually nodded: "Yeah, I do."

Then, he tried to grab Quan Zhisui’s hand, but she slapped it away.

"Did I hit you so hard it felt good?" she said.