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"But I just want you to stay with me," Class Flower's voice was as low as a whisper, tinged with a hint of tears.
Mu Yunze finally showed signs of impatience. He let out a slight sigh, his tone laced with helplessness. "Class Flower, what exactly do you want?"
Class Flower's eyes reddened, tears welling up in her gaze. Crystal droplets slid down her cheeks, and I felt a pang of sympathy. "Mu Yunze, I just... I just want to be with you."
Mu Yunze scoffed inwardly. Want to be with him? Where was this enthusiasm when she toyed with his feelings, treating him like a plaything? Now that she regretted it, it was too late!
Yet on the surface, he remained composed, even feigning concern. "Class Flower, please calm down. Let's just be friends for now."
"Friends?" Class Flower's voice shot up an octave as she looked at Mu Yunze in disbelief. How could the illustrious Xiao Yu receive a rejection like this?
Mu Yunze nodded firmly. "Yes, friends. Right now, I just want to focus on my studies. We can talk about other things later."
Class Flower bit her lip, filled with reluctance. But she knew she couldn't push too hard; otherwise, it would only backfire.
So she suppressed her anger and forced a smile. "Alright, friends it is."
In the days that followed, Class Flower continued her relentless pursuit of Mu Yunze. Every day, she brought him breakfast in various forms—everything from fried dough sticks to Western pastries. She often orchestrated chance encounters in places like the library, cafeteria, and even on the way back to the dormitory.
Mu Yunze neither rejected nor accepted Class Flower's attentions, maintaining a careful distance. He was like a tough nut to crack, leaving Class Flower at a loss.
He began to relish this sense of control as he watched the once aloof Class Flower lower herself to please him, an indescribable thrill rising within him.
"Mu Yunze, how about we study together at the library this weekend?" Class Flower's voice dripped with sweetness.
Mu Yunze smiled faintly. "I have plans this weekend; maybe next time."
"When will that next time be?" Class Flower pressed.
Mu Yunze shrugged nonchalantly. "We'll see."
Class Flower's heart sank to the bottom; she felt like a clown performing desperately for Mu Yunze but receiving no applause in return.
Meanwhile, Mu Yunze quietly plotted his next move. He intended to make Class Flower fully understand the cost of playing with emotions.
Class Flower's relentless pursuit stirred up quite a commotion on campus. The usually aloof Xiao Yu was suddenly so attentive to an unnoticed boy—it was more shocking than a comet colliding with Earth.
Rumors spread like wildfire across campus, each version more outrageous than the last. Some claimed Mu Yunze had used some dark magic; others suggested Class Flower had been cursed; and there were those who insisted they shared some hidden secret.
As the rumors escalated around campus, Mu Yunze remained indifferent, as if none of it concerned him. He continued his regular routine—attending classes on time and occasionally visiting the library—completely ignoring Class Flower's advances.
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