Chasing You Like a Tenacious Falcon

Chapter 84

Wei Shixu's birthday gift was extravagant, but Quan Zhisui hadn't prepared anything in return.

So, the boy surnamed Wei naturally made a demand: "You treat me to a meal. I want to eat out."

Quan Zhisui: "Alright."

Wei Shixu: "Just the two of us."

Quan Zhisui: "Fine..."

As soon as school ended, Wei Shixu immediately approached her, as if afraid she might run away.

Quan Zhisui packed her bag and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

I want to eat you.

Wei Shixu swallowed the cheeky remark that almost slipped out and instead smiled, saying, "Let’s go to the night market."

Quan Zhisui slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out: "Alright, but why do you like street food so much?"

Wei Shixu kept his eyes on her: "It’s been a while since I’ve been."

With you.

The winter sun set early, and soon the sky turned pitch black.

It was the same night market they had visited months ago, but now their dynamics, relationship, and emotions had changed.

During this time, they had fought fiercely.

And then made up.

Quan Zhisui pulled out her phone, ready to scan for payment, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Fried rice," Wei Shixu replied.

Quan Zhisui paused mid-step and glanced at him.

Wei Shixu, seemingly oblivious to her gaze, eagerly scanned the rows of food stalls.

Quan Zhisui looked away.

Was he trying to act pitiful?

Kong Mingze had spilled some things, and Quan Zhisui didn’t believe Wei Shixu was unaware. With his intelligence, he only needed to probe slightly to get some details out of Kong Mingze.

He must have known that Kong Mingze had revealed his past and that Quan Zhisui was now aware of it.

Still, Quan Zhisui led him to a fried rice stall and bought him a plate.

He ate it with gusto!

"Aren’t you eating? It’s delicious," Wei Shixu even invited her to join.

Quan Zhisui pulled out her phone to scan the payment: "I’ll have fried noodles."

Each holding their own dish, they walked forward while eating.

The night market was long, filled with the aroma of various snacks.

"What else do you want?" Quan Zhisui asked.

Wei Shixu: "I want to hold your hand."

Quan Zhisui: "No."

Wei Shixu: "Just one finger."

Quan Zhisui: "Still no."

Wei Shixu: "Just the pinky."

Quan Zhisui: "I’ll hit you."

In the end, Wei Shixu didn’t succeed. She really would hit him, without hesitation.

However, it was rare for them to have time to stroll and chat outside of school. They talked a lot, mainly because Wei Shixu was good at steering the conversation, prompting Quan Zhisui to share some amusing stories from her time at Wudang Mountain.

These were things Wei Shixu was eager to learn about.

When they reached the end of the night market, Wei Shixu asked, "Can you tell me about that one-third now?"

Quan Zhisui shook her head: "No."

Wei Shixu frowned: "What is it? Why won’t you tell me?"

Quan Zhisui looked at the streetlight beside them, silent.

Wei Shixu: "If you never tell me, and I never figure it out, does that mean you’ll never forgive me?"

Quan Zhisui replied, "I’ve forgiven you, as a friend."

Wei Shixu was momentarily stunned. She had forgiven him, but the key to that one-third remained a mystery.

Quan Zhisui checked the time: "Are you full? Let’s go home and do homework."

Wei Shixu: "I’m full. I’m not doing homework."

Quan Zhisui: "I have to!"

...

Quan Zhisui returned to the Zuo residence at nine in the evening. She thought no one would be on the first floor, but to her surprise, she saw Zuo Zichen sitting by the staircase, reading.

"Why are you sitting here?" she asked, surprised.

Zuo Zichen immediately stood up: "Where did you go? Why didn’t you come home with me after school?"

Quan Zhisui: "I went out to eat with Wei Shixu."

Zuo Zichen looked dejected: "Oh, you didn’t even tell me. You didn’t reply to my messages either."

Quan Zhisui glanced at him and said, "Can you wake up early tomorrow? I’ll teach you something."

Zuo Zichen: "!!!"

"I can!" he quickly replied.

Quan Zhisui: "Sunrise, backyard."

Lately, Zuo Zichen had indeed become more composed. Even after Quan Zhisui had laid things out so clearly, he still followed her every day, burying himself in books and studying relentlessly, as if he had awakened some new trait.

He had also become much more obedient.

Considering they shared half their bloodline, Quan Zhisui decided to give him another chance.

After giving Zuo Zichen instructions, Quan Zhisui hurried back to her room.

She happily took out the transparent case containing the bear and placed it on her desk.

After some thought, she worried it might collect dust, so she put it back into the gift box.

But then she couldn’t admire the beautiful bear and the diamond pile.

So she took it out again, carefully sealed the case to ensure no dust could get in, and placed it on her bedside table.

As for the agarwood bracelet, she didn’t keep it with the rest. Instead, she rummaged through her drawers to find a box, stored it separately, and tucked it away.

She also didn’t throw away the exquisite gift box, placing it in a corner of her closet instead.

In the end, she didn’t do her homework.

Instead, she wrote out her birth chart again and began analyzing it.

With the right information, she could uncover many things—life experiences, future trends, and even the timing of her destined partner.

Ten minutes later.

Quan Zhisui sat at her desk, lost in thought, for a long, long time.

...

The next morning.

The staff in the small kitchen were surprised to see the young master practicing martial arts with the young lady!

Even Zhao Lin, who usually slept in, couldn’t resist the allure of gossip and dragged himself out of his warm bed to watch.

Ma Xinwei: "The young lady’s punches are so graceful, but why is the young master standing still, sweating buckets? What kind of posture is that?"

Gu Lan, who knew a bit about it, explained: "It’s called standing stake. That posture looks like the Three-Circles Stance."

Zhao Lin: "What stance? I’ll look it up."

Gu Lan: "The young lady mentioned it once, but I don’t really understand it either."

Everyone chattered away while eating breakfast.

Zuo Zichen, attempting basic martial arts for the first time, was embarrassingly bad. The Three-Circles Stance had three positions, and he couldn’t hold any of them for more than two minutes before collapsing.

He looked at Quan Zhisui, then at himself. No wonder he, tall and strong, couldn’t beat his sister, who was shorter than him.

The gap was too big!

Quan Zhisui wasn’t surprised by his exhaustion and said, "Horse stance for ten minutes."

Zuo ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Zichen, legs trembling, began the horse stance. He thought ten minutes would be easy, but by the five-minute mark, he was already struggling, barely making it to ten minutes while drenched in sweat.

Afterward, Quan Zhisui immediately taught him the Hunyuan Stance, among other stances.

The Hunyuan Stance seemed simple at first, but after ten minutes, Zuo Zichen began swaying, his arms trembling uncontrollably.

Is this what martial arts basics are like?

It’s so hard!

The movements seemed simple, but he couldn’t hold any of them.

Meanwhile, Quan Zhisui, after finishing a few sets of punches, stood still with her hands cupped as if in a meditative trance.

Within an hour, Zuo Zichen’s arms went up and down repeatedly until his knees gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted.

Quan Zhisui’s eyes were slightly closed, paying him no mind.

Soon, it was breakfast time. Quan Zhisui ended her stance, her gaze clear and pure as she opened her eyes.

She looked at Zuo Zichen: "Stand in the stance for two hours every day. In two years, if someone kicks your leg, your leg will be fine, but their foot will break."

Zuo Zichen’s eyes lit up. He suddenly remembered the day Quan Zhisui first arrived at Liang Secondary School. He had tried to hit her, but she was unharmed, while he ended up with a broken hand and was sent to the hospital.

The past was too embarrassing to recall!

He deeply regretted giving up halfway today.

Quan Zhisui: "Take it slow. No one can hold the stance for two hours on their first try."

Zuo Zichen, filled with renewed determination, vowed to wake up early every day to practice with his sister!