"IF Skin Thirst Puppy," is he looking at you again?
As a renowned international high school in Beijing, St. Vis' School's high tuition fees are evident in its classically elegant campus buildings, meticulously manicured green gardens, and dazzling array of elective courses.
Another cello lesson.
A teacher with a doctorate from Juilliard stood on the stage, speaking softly and guiding the students in their repertoire.
A corner of the classroom.
Fu Ying was casually fiddling with her phone, exchanging a few flirtatious messages with her new boyfriend. When she looked up, she saw her friend propping her chin up and gazing absently out the window.
The bright sunlight streamed through the glass window, outlining the girl's delicate and beautiful features.
Born into a life of luxury and privilege, she is the most beloved young lady, possessing a carefree and pure temperament.
For some reason, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her clear, rounded cat-like eyes seemed to hold a faint worry.
Fu Ying reached out and patted her arm.
"Miaomiao, what are you thinking about? Why do you seem so absent-minded lately?"
Shi Miao suddenly snapped out of her daze, her long eyelashes fluttering gently. She turned to look at Fu Ying, hesitated for a moment, then puffed out her cheeks and said with some distress, "Lately, I've been feeling like something is following me."
Fu Ying: "?"
"No way," Fu Ying exclaimed in surprise. "Aunt Shi Dai was so worried about you that she assigned you six bodyguards to work in shifts 24 hours a day. How could anyone possibly be able to follow you?"
As the saying goes, if your father is rich, you'll have brothers and sisters; if your mother is rich, you'll enjoy wealth and luxury.
As the only daughter of Shi Dai, the head of the Shi family, Shi Miao was pampered and cherished since birth. It is no exaggeration to say that she received all kinds of love and affection.
"It wasn't stalking."
Shi Miao also knew that the bodyguards her mother had carefully selected for her were all sharp-senseed and agile, and were particularly good at observing the environment and eliminating danger. If someone was following her, they would definitely find out and deal with it immediately.
But it is precisely because I know this that it feels even stranger.
A gaze that seemed almost imperceptible.
It will not exist at all times.
But whether in the garden of a family estate or in a classroom or music room at school, it will fall silently at some point.
Like a shadow following you.
Shi Miao could vaguely sense that the gaze held no malice—
But there is a deeper and more intense sense of gloom.
Shi Miao was speaking softly when she suddenly stopped, her eyelashes casting a faint shadow as she glanced at the glass window to the side.
She pursed her rosy lips.
She said softly, "Here we go again."
Fu Ying was listening intently when Shi Miao's overly detailed and insightful description sent chills down her spine and gave her goosebumps.
I was caught off guard by this sentence.
I almost jumped up.
"What? He's looking at you again?"
Fu Ying swallowed hard, suppressing her nervousness, and suddenly peeked out the window.
All that can be seen is the meticulously designed flowerbed and tree landscape outside the window.
A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, causing them to brush against each other and make a soft, rustling sound.
Under the sunlight, everything was a familiar scene, full of life, even the little sparrows on the treetops were hopping and jumping lively, nothing seemed amiss.
Fu Ying: "...This is very strange, you know?"
She grabbed Shi Miao's hand and said seriously and sincerely, "You should talk to Aunt Shi Dai as soon as possible. I'm not afraid that it's someone with ulterior motives, but I'm afraid it's... something that can't be solved by common sense."
Shi Miao couldn't help but smile. "Aren't you a materialist who doesn't believe in ghosts and gods?"
Fu Ying: "I selectively believe what is beneficial to me, and what is detrimental to me is feudal superstition."
We chatted and joked around for a while.
The cello lesson was over.
After another class, it was 4 p.m. when St. Vis High School let out.
The school gate was filled with all kinds of luxury cars, and drivers in uniforms stood quietly in the waiting area.
Shi Miao waved goodbye to Fu Ying and walked to the familiar spot. A bodyguard had already opened the car door and escorted her into the car.
The modified, spacious cabin allows her to easily board her family's car without bending over.
The bodyguards were well-trained and sat down in front of, behind, and around her in a seemingly casual manner, forming a highly mobile protective circle.
Shi Miao took the chilled juice offered by one of them, took a small sip, and leisurely looked out the window.
Although St. Vis's facilities are excellent and the academic pressure is not heavy.
But compared to school, home is definitely the most relaxing place.
Thinking of her mother, who had said during their video call last night that she would be returning to China in the next few days, Shi Miao smiled, her heart filled with anticipation.
The Rolls-Royce started smoothly, and its excellent shock absorption meant that the people inside the car could hardly feel any shaking as it slowly drove out of the parking space at the school gate.
As the car merges into the main road, its speed gradually increases.
Shi Miao was about to lower her head and send her mother a message, sweetly saying that she missed her.
Yu Guangzhong: Beside the neatly trimmed, lush green shrubs, a lithe black shadow suddenly flashed by.
She paused for a moment, then subconsciously looked up.
I only caught a fleeting glimpse of the street scene.
The dark figure seemed to be nothing more than a brief and absurd illusion.
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