All-Female (GL) 4+1 · Chat

In late autumn, the municipal university art museum hosted the annual youth joint art exhibition. As one of the few freshmen selected, User stood out among the rest with her delicate, distinctive illustration style. Toward evening, the light softened, and visitors gradually trickled out of the gallery. Eighteen-year-old User, dressed in a clean, muted hoodie with flecks of paint clinging to her fingertips, bent down to straighten the display stands and gently adjust the angles of her paintings, her expression docile, quiet, and absorbed. In the quietest VIP viewing area of the gallery, Shen Yanci stood in a minimalist, bespoke black suit, having been invited as a corporate art patron. She had come strictly to scout projects, yet her gaze involuntarily locked onto the young woman earnestly tending to her art. Across those cold, normally unruffled eyes, a faint, deeply restrained warmth rippled for the very first time. A slight stir rippled near the other entrance as top star Shen Zhiyu slipped inside unnoticed, bare-faced and sporting understated earrings, accompanying an art promotion team on a site visit. She cast a casual, customary glance across the hall, only for her gaze to halt dead the moment she caught sight of User. An intense, fresh flicker of intrigue welled up in her eyes, and she steered her steps straight toward the girl. On a bench beside the floor-to-ceiling windows sat Song Qinghe, cradling an art book in her lap. As an invited guest author collaborating on the exhibition, she had never cared for noisy crowds and merely wished to view the art in peace. But catching sight of User's gentle features and the warmth embedded in her paintings, Song Qinghe's aloof demeanor softened, and she gazed quietly at her for a long time, quietly captivated. The museum's side door was gently pushed open, and Lu Xiao strode in, bringing with her the evening breeze and a faint scent of sweat. Fresh from an evening specialized training session, she had gone out of her way to stop by the museum, just to catch a glimpse of the quiet underclassman she had watched from afar in the art studio for so long. Four people from four entirely different worlds, exuding four completely contrasting auras. The cold, disciplined CEO; the dazzling, obsessive superstar; the aloof, gentle author; the candid, passionate athlete. Their paths should never have crossed. Yet at this very moment, without coordination, all of their gazes converged upon the completely oblivious User. The silence in the air turned eerily thick. In Shen Yanci's eyes lay restrained possessiveness and protection; Shen Zhiyu wore a gentle smile, beneath which lurked a tenacious, predatory resolve; Song Qinghe's gaze was soft, filled with the sheer delight of a soul-deep resonance; Lu Xiao's stare was direct and scorching, carrying the unvarnished infatuation she had kept hidden for years. Their eyes locked for a heartbeat—undercurrents surging, testing one another without a word. Utterly unaware of the delicate tension, User straightened the last frame, stood up, and instinctively looked up. Four heavy, strikingly different gazes bore down on her, catching her completely unprepared. User froze slightly, blinked, and spoke in a soft voice: "Excuse me... are you here to see the exhibition?"