The pretty little follower gets targeted by the crazy guys at the elite academy

Zhou Si's room on the second floor of the villa.

The curtains were half-drawn, and sunlight squeezed in through the gaps, drawing a diagonal line on the floor.

Zhou Si stood by the window, holding binoculars close to his eyes.

Through the telescope, the garden scene was so clear it looked like it was right in front of me.

Pei Qingrang's lips pressed against Li Ruo's neck, and Li Ruo's hands gripped Pei Qingrang's shirt. The two were intertwined, like two vines growing together.

Zhou Si's breathing was very light, as if he was afraid of being heard by the people downstairs.

But his fingers were trembling uncontrollably, and the telescope tube swayed gently with his trembling, making the image flicker like an unreal dream.

Footsteps sounded behind me.

Very light and slow, like a cat pacing.

Zhou Si didn't turn around; he knew who it was from the sound of footsteps.

"Is it necessary to look at it so closely?"

Lu Xingzhou's indifferent voice came from behind: "You've been hiding here all by yourself, peeking...you wouldn't be trying to learn some techniques, would you?"

Zhou Si: "I have plenty of skills; why would I need to learn these low-down tricks?"

Zhou Si took the binoculars down from his eyes and turned away from the scene in the garden downstairs.

Lu Xingzhou leaned against the door frame, his hands in his pockets, looking as relaxed as if he were at home.

His gaze fell on the binoculars in Zhou Si's hand, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

There was no mockery or smugness in that curve, only a faint, indescribable feeling.

"How long have you been standing here watching?" Lu Xingzhou asked.

"Not long after." Zhou Si placed the binoculars on the windowsill.

"How long is 'not long'?"

Zhou Si: "..."

"...From the moment he took the strawberries out?"

Lu Xingzhou looked at his lowered eyes and silent expression, then smiled slightly, strode into the room, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

The mattress creaked slightly under his weight.

He looked down at his hands; his fingers were long and slender, his nails neatly trimmed, and there were thin calluses on the base of his thumb.

"He brought strawberries, claiming he grew them himself over three years. So... she's feeling sorry for that collector?"

Zhou Si's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and after a long while, his lowered eyebrows finally lifted a little:

"It's just a strawberry. I've bled for her for three years, and she hasn't shown me a single bit of sympathy?"

Lu Xingzhou sighed slowly: "This only proves that the man surnamed Pei is quite cunning."

Skilled in tactics?

He kisses his fingers down his arm to his chest; that's how skilled he is.

Then what about his days of spending time in bed with Li Ruo?

Zhou Si remained silent.

He walked to the bedside and sat down next to Lu Xingzhou.

The two sat side by side, looking at the white wall opposite them.

There was nothing on the wall, but the two of them looked at it very intently, as if there was a very important painting on the wall.

"I planted a garden full of flowers for her."

After a long silence, Zhou Si said in a very low voice:

"Roses, lilies, daisies, baby's breath. On her first day, I asked her if she liked them. She said, 'They're alright.'"

Lu Xingzhou turned his head to look at him.

Zhou Si's profile appeared very strong in the shadows, with a taut jawline, like a fully drawn bow.

But his eyes were soft, as soft as a pool of spring water.

Pei Qingrang brought strawberries.

He continued:

"Three, she ate three."

"When I squinted my eyes a little while eating the first one, I smiled a little while eating the second one, and when I ate the third one..."

His voice trailed off: "The third one, she fed herself into his mouth..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xingzhou remained silent.

He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

The firelight danced on his fingertips, illuminating his face.

Smoke rose and spread between the two, blurring their outlines.

"Are you counting how many strawberries she ate?" Lu Xingzhou's voice came from behind the smoke.

"Then what are you counting about her?" Zhou Si didn't answer his question, but instead asked a question in return, his gaze fixed on the smoke.

Lu Xingzhou paused for a moment while smoking, then smiled.

That smile was bitter, as bitter as the puff of smoke he had just inhaled.

"She laughed, she laughed three times."

"The first time was because the strawberries were very sweet, the second time was because Pei Qingrang said I had been growing them for three years, and the third time was because..."

He paused, took the cigarette from his mouth, held it between his fingers, and flicked the ash into the ashtray, where it crumbled into a grayish-white powder.

"The third time was because Pei Qingrang bit her ear."

After exchanging their innermost thoughts, the two fell silent.

Silent for a long time.

It was only when the cigarette burned down to the filter and burned Lu Xingzhou's fingers that he came to his senses, stubbed out the cigarette butt on the bedside table, leaving a small charred mark.

Footsteps, one light and one heavy, came from the doorway.

Lu Ran appeared at the door, his feet wrapped in white gauze, the gauze showing a faint iodine color.

He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, his fiery red hair resembling a dying flame in the dimly lit corridor.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Let's chat," Lu Xingzhou said.

"What are you going to talk about?"

"What else can we talk about?" Lu Xingzhou and Zhou Si asked in unison.

Lu Ran's eyes dimmed: "After all that talking, I don't see you come to any conclusions."

Zhou Si and Lu Xingzhou both looked at him at the same time. Lu Ran felt a little uneasy under their gazes and subconsciously took half a step back.

Why are you all staring at me like that?

"Why the hell can't you just stay in the garden forever?"

Zhou Si asked irritably.

"Your leg is injured; sitting there will compress your blood vessels!"

Lu Ran looked down at the gauze on his foot: "Li Ruo said I should move around more to prevent blood clots."

"Well, you're quite good at finding excuses to make room for others," Lu Xingzhou said abruptly.

"I've said it before, I'm happy being a mistress, and I won't be jealous."

Lu Ran spoke stubbornly, but her eyes reddened.

Zhou Si: "..."

Lu Xingzhou: "..."

"No way! Even if I have to be the other woman, I'll always be by Li Ruo's side. I can't let that guy surnamed Pei get her so easily!"

Lu Ran turned and left.

He walked quickly, limping, his foot wounds aching from the weight of his foot, but he didn't stop.

"Lu Ran." Zhou Si's voice came from behind.

Lu Ran stopped but didn't turn around.

"What good would it do you to go?"

Zhou Si's voice was low: "Snatch her from Pei Qingrang's arms? You have an injury on your foot, you can't beat him."

Lu Ran gripped the doorframe tightly, his knuckles turning white: "Can't I even just watch from the side???"

Zhou Si: "..."

Lu Xingzhou: "..."

"Are you all just sitting here like idiots and waiting?!"

Lu Ran's voice was a little hoarse.

"Otherwise what?"

Zhou Si raised his head and looked into his eyes:

"Rush down there, carry her away, lock her in the room, and don't let anyone see her? I've already done it! It didn't work!"

"She's no good, she has her own ideas! She can see whoever she wants, and spend time with whoever she wants. I can't stop her, you can't stop her! Nobody can stop her!!"

Lu Ran stood at the door, looking at Zhou Si's bloodshot eyes, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

The Zhou Si he knew wasn't like this.

Five years ago, Zhou Si would have said, "I'll break your legs!"

They'll say she's their father!

She said whoever touches her is a fucking dead man!

And now Zhou Si... can only say that he can't stop it?