It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 10

The freshman style of high jump—“Prostration.”

This referred to Ye Wanjia’s early attempts at the Fosbury flop. Too unfamiliar with the technique, she couldn’t control her body properly and ended up landing flat on her back like a sack, smacking onto the crash mat.

“Hahaha…” On the sixth floor of the teaching building east of the track, Wei Xiaoxiao was sneakily laughing, snapping photos of the scene with her high-zoom camera.

“You laugh at my clumsy ‘kung fu,’ but your prostration wasn’t much better.”

As she spoke, she adjusted the lens, zooming in on the bashful, secretly smitten expression Ye Wanjia wore when she glanced at Pei Suye. “Too cute. Look at her—such a little maiden hopelessly in love… Ah, President, just say yes already. Girlfriends this pretty and adorable don’t come around often.”

If Ye Wanjia and Pei Suye were celebrities, then Wei Xiaoxiao would be their number-one CP fan, a superfan site admin who camped on the frontlines to snap the very first-hand photos.

Meanwhile, Ye Wanjia, still practicing, had no idea her little secret had been seen through by her roommate. She kept repeating the basic motions according to Pei Suye’s demonstrations, gradually improving. From the initial “prostrations,” she managed to clear a height of 1.4 meters.

That first day of training, the sweetness on the southern side of the track lingered from dusk until nightfall.

At seven o’clock, the evening class bell rang. The two returned the crash mats and high jump equipment to the PE department and left the track together.

Ding!

Her phone buzzed with a WeChat notification. Opening it, Ye Wanjia saw it was from Wei Xiaoxiao: a picture of her very first Fosbury flop attempt, sprawled in midair like a big “X,” crashing onto the mat. Below, four bold characters read—

Prostration.

“Haha!” Ye Wanjia laughed and cried at the same time, quickly replying with an unflattering selfie of Wei Xiaoxiao in her morning-zombie state, firmly striking back.

“What’s so funny?” Pei Suye asked, noticing her cheerful expression.

“My roommate made a meme out of me trying the high jump.” Ye Wanjia showed her phone openly. “Do I really look that ridiculous when I jump?”

They stopped walking. Pei Suye leaned closer to look at the phone. She thought it would just be some silly back-and-forth between girls—but the moment her eyes landed on the words Prostration, an unguarded laugh slipped out.

“Heh.”

Pei Suye’s laugh wasn’t like Ye Wanjia’s loud “hahaha.” It was soft, airy, with a gentle vibration in her voice, like a breeze ringing a wind chime.

Did Pei Suye laugh often?

Strictly speaking, yes. She always had a faint, polite smile—lips curved gently, giving anyone who saw her a sense of warmth.

But that was just courtesy, not genuine joy.

That night, Ye Wanjia witnessed her real laughter.

Beneath the streetlights, her beautiful eyes curved, her pale lips parted to reveal pearl-white teeth. That radiant smile outshone even the bright red mole on her nose bridge—the one Ye Wanjia had always secretly adored.

In her little diary, she turned to that day’s page and wrote in neat fountain-pen strokes:

“In ancient times, King You of Zhou lit the beacon fires, summoning the armies of the realm, all just to make Bao Si smile. That moment, I wickedly understood King You.”

Two short weeks passed, and Nanzhou University was about to welcome its annual Sports Festival.

Thanks to her effort in training and a solid foundation, Ye Wanjia surpassed Han Lu by 8 cm in the trial runs, becoming the second high jumper for the college, right behind Pei Suye.

October 29th. The night before the Sports Festival. 12:30 a.m.

Dorm 617’s lights had long gone out, but Wang Zhaodi was still chatting on the phone from her bed.

“Yes, that trip to Disneyland over National Day was so fun! And those photos you took of me—I just love them so much…”

Almost every night, Wang Zhaodi talked with her boyfriend until midnight. Usually, the others just endured it, with earplugs or music, and eventually drifted off.

But the next morning, Ye Wanjia had to wake at 6 for the opening ceremony rehearsal and the parade formation.

Buzz.

A WeChat message from Wei Xiaoxiao: “Heroine, are you asleep?”

Since the day Ye Wanjia stood up against injustice, Wei Xiaoxiao had called her that.

Rubbing her tired eyes, Ye Wanjia replied, “Not yet.”

Wei Xiaoxiao: “Good.”

Ye Wanjia: “Why?”

Wei Xiaoxiao: “To submit my application to become your disciple in chivalry.”

Before Ye Wanjia could process what that meant, Wei Xiaoxiao suddenly climbed out of her bed, phone in hand, and loudly addressed Wang Zhaodi—her voice deliberately louder than Zhaodi’s phone call:

“Wow—Zhaodi, you went so many places during the holiday?!”

Ever since the bracelet incident, the two hadn’t gotten along. Even if the dorm was just the two of them, they barely exchanged a word. And now, Wei Xiaoxiao was speaking as if filled with admiration.

Wang Zhaodi jumped in fright, sitting upright. “What are you doing?! You scared me!”

Blinking innocently, Wei Xiaoxiao went on: “Disney really is fun—especially Pirates of the Caribbean! If you sit in the front row, the water splashes on you, it’s so refreshing in summer!”

Furious, Wang Zhaodi quickly hung up and snapped, “Where I go is none of your business!”

None of your business.

That was exactly the line Wei Xiaoxiao wanted. Her fake smile dropped instantly, the admiration gone, her tone turning ice-cold.

“Since it’s none of my business, then stop keeping me awake at twelve-thirty in the morning!”

After that night, Wang Zhaodi never made late-night phone calls again. Even if she did, she hung up quickly before lights out.

The next morning, Ye Wanjia overslept.

In her heavy dream, someone kept tugging at her blanket. She shifted, letting out a soft, whiny hum, and the tugging stopped. Just as she was about to sink back into sweetness, the tugging came again.

Again and again, until she finally opened her eyes.

And saw the face of the dorm’s academic star—Jiang Shiyu.

Every day, up at 6, back by 10, always at the library or on the way there.

Silent by nature, Jiang Shiyu’s way of waking her was simply tugging the blanket—and, when she opened her eyes, shoving her watch in her face.

It was already 6:10.

“Ah!”

Ye Wanjia jolted up as if burned, scrambled into clothes, washed up, and dashed out in three minutes.

“Xiaoyu!”

Since the library was in the same direction as the track, she quickly caught up with Jiang Shiyu, who was on her way to queue for a spot.

“Thank goodness you woke me, I’d be doomed otherwise. Thanks.”

Expressionless, Jiang Shiyu replied, “You’re welcome.”

Walking together, someone had to fill the silence. Since Jiang Shiyu wasn’t the type, it fell on Ye Wanjia.

“How do you manage to get up at six every day?”

Jiang Shiyu answered like a machine: “Go to bed on time.”

“But sometimes I can’t fall asleep…” Like last night.

“Impossible.”

Sensing the danger, Ye Wanjia quickly asked, “Didn’t Zhaodi’s phone call and Xiaoxiao’s arguing keep you awake last night?”

At that, Jiang Shiyu froze mid-step, turned, and asked blankly: “They argued last night?”

Meeting those cold, intellect-filled eyes that seemed untouched by social nuance, Ye Wanjia instantly regretted speaking. She backtracked:

“Not really. It ended quickly.”

Meanwhile, the sports meet group chat pinged again with the 6:30 assembly notice. Ye Wanjia nearly broke down, forcing herself to sprint.

Whoever said that Nanzhou University’s mornings were the most beautiful place on earth—lies!

All those poems she loved to jot in her notebook—“mountain light delights the birds, pond reflections calm the heart”, “clear sun and gentle wind”, *“shadows ripple, light shimmers”—none of it felt real as she gasped for breath.

Her legs grew heavier, and she was just about to message the group to admit she’d be five minutes late—when suddenly, a bicycle bell rang from the road beside her.

Ding—

Just one clear chime, like a reminder for the runner.

“Xiao Yezi.”

“Senior Sister?”

Ye Wanjia stopped, stunned. She could hardly believe her eyes—Pei Suye was only just leaving the dorm too?!

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