The pendant gleamed coldly under the light, like the secrets he hid beneath his arrogance, clumsy yet burning with passion.

He gripped the box tightly, his knuckles turning white.

One day, he will let her know that the young master of the Lin family is not just a cat that can only bristle.

As dusk settled, Yu Jiuyuan stood by the window of the student council office, watching her footprints in the snow being covered by fresh snow. The favorability ratings on the system panel resembled four approaching stars, each twinkling brighter on its own orbit.

Rong Shenghan's 97 carries a gentle determination to win;

Hsieh Che-cheng's 62 conceals a restrained surging emotion;

Yuanxu's 99 is wrapped in pure, fiery heat;

Lin Yanran's 36-year-old expression conveyed an awkward concern.

She raised her hand to touch the butterfly ring on her finger; the sparkle of the tiny diamonds shimmered under the light, like stars in Yuan Xu's eyes. Her phone vibrated in her pocket; four messages had arrived almost simultaneously:

Rong Shenghan said, "The lighting in the technical department is ready. We're waiting for you to come and inspect it."

Xie Zhecheng said, "The star trail parameters have been fine-tuned, with an error of 0.01 degrees."

Yuan Xu said, "'Xue Yuan' is very active today, as if she knows she wants to see you."

Lin Yanran said, "The equipment is all loaded onto the vehicle. Don't wander around. Just wait."

Yu Jiuyuan looked at the message on the screen and suddenly smiled.

The snow was still falling outside the window. The clock tower of St. Sakura Academy stood silently in the twilight, like a witness, watching this game she led write increasingly clear traces in the snow.

She replied with the same emoji.

A smiling symbol, simple yet carrying an undeniable air of control.

The most ingenious strategy is never one-sided taming, but making each "tamed" object feel that they are the active player in this game, willingly walking towards the gravitational source called "Yu Jiuyuan".

Yu Jiuyuan turned off the computer and picked up her coat from the back of the chair.

The corridor lights cast her long shadow, like an invisible thread, gently pulling at the four hearts beating for her, drawing closer step by step in the same direction in the snowy night.

The curtain is about to rise on the gala, and her "pets" are already ready to show her their most captivating side under the spotlight.