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Every semester, the school held opening exams, even for first-year high school students.
Chi Suisui always excelled academically and was placed in the first examination room. Due to the classroom layout, her seat was also relatively close to the teachers’ office.
She sat by the window, where outside the corridor, students were playing around, and some boys deliberately passed by just to catch a glimpse of her.
Chi Suisui turned her gaze away.
Before the teacher arrived, Song Miaoli was engrossed in reading a comic book but didn’t forget to ask, “Suisui, remind me when the teacher comes, okay?”
“Are you really afraid of the teacher?” Chi Suisui teased.
“I’m not afraid of the teacher—I’m afraid he’ll report me to my mom,” Song Miaoli complained. “He never says anything directly to me, but he always tells my mom later.”
And then she’d get scolded by her mom.
Chi Suisui smiled. “Alright, I’ll remind you.”
Not long after, the bell rang, and the proctor entered with a stack of test papers. Song Miaoli hastily stashed her comic book.
Chi Suisui finished her exam with some time to spare. Since she was waiting for Song Miaoli, she didn’t hand in her paper early.
She rested her cheek on one hand, lazily gazing out the window.
The teacher, seeing that she had already completed her test, didn’t bother reminding her.
It was at this moment that Chi Suisui noticed a familiar figure approaching, accompanied by the school’s well-known discipline director—who everyone knew wore a wig.
She raised an eyebrow.
The discipline director was beaming with joy, chatting animatedly, while the young man beside him remained calm and composed.
The two soon walked down the corridor, passing by the window.
Song Miaoli occasionally glanced up and saw Chi Suisui staring intently outside. Following her gaze, she spotted He Xingwang and gasped.
Her chair scraped loudly against the floor.
The proctor tapped on the desk.
One half of the window was open, and the noise from the classroom drew the attention of those in the corridor. He Xingwang glanced over.
Chi Suisui was looking straight at him, her beautiful eyes sparkling.
Silently, she seemed to ask, “Why are you here today?”
He Xingwang merely nodded, saying nothing.
In the blink of an eye, he and the discipline director moved away from the window and disappeared down the corridor.
As soon as the exam ended, Song Miaoli eagerly asked, “Was that He Xingwang? What’s he doing here?”
“How should I know?” Chi Suisui replied.
“Of course, you’d know—you’re so close to him. I don’t talk to him, so I have to ask you. Don’t tell me you don’t know either?”
“If you want to know, go ask him yourself,” Chi Suisui suggested.
Song Miaoli pouted. “I’m not going.”
She felt indifferent toward He Xingwang—or rather, his personality left her cold. Strictly speaking, Chi Suisui and He Xingwang could be considered childhood friends, and she wouldn’t intrude unnecessarily.
Chi Suisui truly had no idea why He Xingwang had returned.
After leaving the shooting sports center years ago, he had returned to school and focused entirely on academic competitions.
Chi Suisui only saw him a few months out of the year.
Strangely enough, after that morning, she hadn’t seen He Xingwang anywhere else in the school. Yet, the chatter among her classmates was incessant.
“Did you see the group chat? Someone posted photos of He Xingwang returning to school with the discipline director.”
“If only he could stay at school—he’s such a sight for sore eyes every day.”
As the girls discussed this, Chi Suisui happened to walk past. Someone accidentally bumped into her and quickly apologized. “Sorry, Suisui.”
Chi Suisui smiled faintly. “It’s fine.”
The school didn’t enforce uniforms, so everyone tried to outdo each other in fashion, though not everyone had the figure to pull it off.
Today, Chi Suisui wore a dress that accentuated her slender waist and subtly revealed her collarbone. The simple outfit made others pale in comparison.
As soon as Chi Suisui left, the girls resumed their discussion. “Isn’t Chi Suisui’s family close with the He family? So what’s her relationship with He Xingwang…?”
No one dared to finish the sentence.
He Xingwang was the epitome of perfection—excellent grades, unparalleled achievements, seemingly untouchable.
And Chi Suisui, as the young mistress of the Qi family, lived a pampered life. But with her stunning face, no one could hold it against her.
“Do you think Chi Suisui and He Xingwang are dating?” someone whispered.
“She’s so beautiful—many boys in our school like her, but I’ve never seen her respond to anyone.”
“As for He Xingwang, I’ve never heard of any girl getting close to him. He doesn’t even accept love letters.”
“These two seem to have a normal relationship,” another chimed in. After a pause, they added, “They definitely aren’t dating. If they were, it would’ve been exposed by now.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
None of them considered that He Xingwang rarely stayed at school, while Chi Suisui did. It was impossible for them to interact much.
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By late September, the weather was still sweltering.
Chi Suisui and Song Miaoli went to the cafeteria for lunch. Chi Suisui pulled out her phone and messaged He Xingwang: [Why did you come back to school today?]
He replied fairly quickly: [Competition-related matters.]
Chi Suisui tapped her chopsticks lightly, uninterested in competitions.
A few seconds later, another message came through.
He Xingwang: [Not in the classroom?]
Chi Suisui replied: [I’m having lunch in the cafeteria.]
He responded with a curt “Got it” and fell silent.
Song Miaoli glanced over twice, smirking. “Who are you chatting with?”
Chi Suisui put her phone away, her cold and flawless face glowing faintly. She casually replied, “Who else but He Xingwang?”
Her tone was nonchalant.
“What’s He Xingwang doing at school?” Song Miaoli pressed. “Could he be here to see you?”
“Competition stuff,” Chi Suisui answered.
After finishing her meal, she picked up her tray, and her loose strands of hair fluttered slightly.
“Wait for me!” Song Miaoli called. “I’m coming to listen to you play the cello!”
There was a private music room in the school, originally a small classroom. Later, the Qi family donated an entire building, and the room was converted into a practice studio.
It became Chi Suisui’s exclusive space.
Every evening after dinner, she spent half an hour practicing the cello before heading to evening self-study with Song Miaoli.
The summer sunsets lingered.
As they approached, they overheard two girls talking in the corner: “Actually, no one said this practice room belongs exclusively to Chi Suisui, right?”
“...No, but—”
“Chi Suisui uses it so often. Surely, she can let me borrow it once.” The girl chuckled. “I’ll ask her tonight.”
Then Chi Suisui watched as the girl attempted to push open the door to the practice room.
Of course, it wouldn’t budge—it was locked from the inside.
“Why is it even locked? What’s there to lock in school?” the girl complained. “She must be deliberately keeping others out.”
Song Miaoli glanced at Chi Suisui.
Chi Suisui walked over slowly, her voice cool. “You’re absolutely right.”
The girl turned around in shock. “...Suisui.”
“We’re not close. Call me Miss Chi,” Chi Suisui said icily, her exquisite features devoid of emotion. “Can you step aside?”
She tilted her chin slightly.
The girl quickly moved out of the way, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Chi Suisui brushed past her and entered the practice room. The setting sun spilled through the windows, bathing the floor in radiant gold.
The girl who had tried to enter hastily left.
Inside were many instruments—all of which Chi Suisui could play.
She mostly practiced the cello but occasionally switched things up, like playing the violin, guitar, or even the piano.
Chi Suisui sat on the chair, choosing the violin today. She adjusted the chair height and rested her toes on the ground.
Ten minutes later, a crowd had gathered outside the practice room.
This was the daily ritual of listening to her play. Boys came to see Chi Suisui, and so did the girls—after all, who wouldn’t adore a beautiful older sister?
“I’m sitting in the VIP section,” Song Miaoli quipped, proudly holding a small cake and eating it while flaunting her privileged position.
The students outside envied and resented her, but no one dared to chase her away.
“If you keep talking like that, you’ll get beaten to death,” Chi Suisui smirked. “Don’t expect me to save you.”
“Who knows who’ll die first,” Song Miaoli retorted confidently.
Chi Suisui placed the bow on the strings, and smooth notes flowed out, echoing throughout the room.
Outside, people filmed videos and live-streamed.
[Today, the older sister is playing the violin.]
[I’ve been watching for a month now—from piano to violin, I’ve seen her play several instruments. I love her piano the most!]
[Why doesn’t my school have someone like her?!]
[Sobbing with envy.]
But envy was useless.
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At the cafeteria entrance, He Xingwang was stopped.
Amid the chatter of passing boys—”Chi Suisui played the violin today”—”I’m going to listen too”—was the object in the person’s hand.
A pink envelope.
“...”
The boy mustered his courage. “Um... I heard Chi Suisui and Senior He are friends, so I thought—”
He Xingwang raised an eyebrow.
The pink envelope dangled between his fingertips. His expression deepened as he spoke calmly. “You want me to help deliver it?”
“If Senior He doesn’t want to, just pretend I never said anything...”
“Fine.”
He Xingwang chuckled softly.
The boy was pleasantly surprised. “Chi Suisui’s practicing in the music room right now.”
He Xingwang nodded indifferently. Once the boy left, the slight curve of his lips vanished completely.
When he arrived at the practice room, the girls outside all turned to look.
He Xingwang strode toward them, wearing his school uniform. Even in the simplest attire, he exuded the charm of a teen drama idol.
His sharp features and piercing gaze made everything around him fade into the background.
The girls whispered, “What’s he doing here?”
“If only He Xingwang were at school more often.”
Almost everyone in the school knew him. Every competition award winner was He Xingwang, and his photos were plastered on the bulletin boards.
Every teacher used him as an example.
He Xingwang entered the practice room in front of everyone. The music drifted out but was muffled by the closed door.
Some noticed the pink envelope in his hand and widened their eyes in surprise.
“Holy crap... He’s not delivering a love letter, is he?”
“That’s impossible. It definitely isn’t a love letter.”
“But why is it pink if it’s not a love letter?”
The onlookers quickly concocted dramatic scenarios, unable to contain their excitement. They invited friends to join the spectacle in class and school group chats.
Inside, Song Miaoli felt uneasy. Was she about to witness He Xingwang handing a love letter to Chi Suisui?
Would she be silenced afterward?
Chi Suisui had just finished a piece and paused.
Looking up, she met He Xingwang’s dark eyes.
“Why are you here?” Chi Suisui tilted her chin slightly, her delicate jawline perfectly defined.
At her age, her beauty had fully blossomed. Her fair skin glowed without makeup, and her lips were naturally vivid.
Her features were far colder and more striking than others’.
Though seated, He Xingwang still towered over her. Even with a calm expression, his presence dominated hers.
He Xingwang spoke gently. “Delivering something.”
Chi Suisui’s gaze dropped to his hand. “A love letter?”
She smiled brightly, her eyes crinkling. Her hair was loosely tied back, exuding a charm beyond her years.
Outside, everyone held their breath.
“I told you it was a love letter!”
“Oh my god, my heart’s racing!”
To them, He Xingwang had always been distant—a figure they knew only through teachers’ praise.
“It’s someone else’s,” He Xingwang said, frowning slightly.
Chi Suisui hummed. “He Xingwang, are you a mailman now?”
Her words carried a hint of mockery, though in her world, it wasn’t intentional.
He Xingwang remained unperturbed. “If you don’t want it, that’s fine.”
Chi Suisui gave him a cold stare.
“Coincidentally, I wasn’t planning to show it to you anyway,” He Xingwang said calmly as he placed the envelope on the nearby piano.
Chi Suisui: ?
Then why did he agree to help?
She couldn’t understand his reasoning.
Chi Suisui furrowed her delicate brows. “I’m getting down now. Move.”
He Xingwang lowered his gaze, taking in Chi Suisui from head to toe. Beneath her knee-length skirt, her calves were slim and pale, her ankles delicate.
After a moment, he looked again.
“I know I’m good-looking,” Chi Suisui teased, kicking his leg lightly with her toe. “Have you had enough?”
Even in complaint, her face radiated undeniable beauty.
After a pause, He Xingwang extended his hand. “Come down.”
Chi Suisui froze.
This scene felt strangely familiar.
Years ago, a little girl around the same age had done the same. Because her height didn’t match the cello, she had to sit on a taller chair. After mastering a piece, she’d proudly show off.
He had to listen attentively and share his thoughts afterward.
Once she finished, she couldn’t climb down from the chair herself. To avoid a fall, he had to lift her down.
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