It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 12

The noisy badminton gymnasium was crowded with students responsible for the opening ceremony performances, all gathering to head to the track for one final rehearsal.

Meanwhile, over at the College of Veterinary Medicine, preparations for marching in formation were still underway.

Sitting on a one-meter-high long table in a white cocktail dress, Ye Wanjia steadied herself with both hands pressed on either side of her body.

In front of her was Chen Bingbing, the head of the art troupe, busily patting powder onto her face with big, sweeping strokes.
Behind her was none other than the student union president of the Veterinary Medicine College, Pei Suye, letting down Ye’s waist-length hair and deftly braiding it into a fishtail braid.

The fingers gripping the edge of the table were clenched so hard they had turned pale. Thankfully, makeup required her eyes to stay closed—otherwise, her fluster and helplessness would have been visible to all.

She had never done etiquette work before—no matter, when duty calls, you can’t refuse.
The timing was urgent—no problem, Pei Suye had managed countless events before. If she said it could be done, then it could.

What made her nervous wasn’t the task itself but the fact that the person braiding her hair behind her was Pei Suye.

Her freshly washed hair from the night before was soft and voluminous. Each time a lock of hair was parted, it tugged at her scalp, tingling, itching, making her imagine how her plain, straight black hair wound around those slender, pale fingers—sliding past the knuckles, twisting together strand by strand.

Her pretty eyes were shut tight, brows faintly furrowed, eyelids trembling nervously, long natural lashes fluttering, making it hard for the powder puff to fall evenly.

Chen Bingbing grew anxious. “Junior, don’t be so nervous! Stop shaking or the powder won’t go on evenly. Okay, open your eyes now, look up.”

Ye Wanjia took a deep breath, obediently opened her eyes, and looked upward, letting the powder fall onto her lower eyelids.

Her slender fingers clenched the hem of her skirt, the fine bones on the back of her hand taut like power lines against a clear blue sky—she was so nervous she could hardly breathe!

Pei Suye’s eyes lowered, catching sight of her tightly clenched hand. Though her braiding was swift, her voice was calm and steady:

“Don’t be nervous. In a bit, all you need to do is hold the sign straight and walk forward with the formation.”

Chen Bingbing added, “Exactly! Leave hair and makeup to us. I’ve done at least eighty faces, if not a hundred, for all sorts of events. Five minutes is more than enough for a basic look!”

Hoo—hoo—

Ye secretly took two more deep breaths before her racing heartbeat slowed a little. Still, her scalp tingled so much that she didn’t even notice when Pei Suye finished braiding her hair, removed the magnolia hair clip from her head, and pinned it gently at the top.

Five minutes later, the thirty members of the veterinary medicine marching formation were practically jumping with anxiety. Finally, just before their shoes could spark against the rubber track, they saw Pei Suye jogging over—alongside a white-dressed Ye Wanjia, who had never stood out much before but now shone brilliantly.

“Holy crap… a total makeover show!”

“Junior, you look gorgeous!”

“Did she ride Cinderella’s pumpkin carriage here? Who’s her fairy godmother?”

“What’s the big deal? Anyone looks good with makeup, no need to fuss.”

“Can’t say that. She already had good features—just got tanned from military training. Why else would Song Yang, with so many girls chasing him, prefer her?”

And they were right—Ye Wanjia’s features were good to begin with. The tan from training had been covered by foundation, her light eyebrows darkened with pencil, making her features sharper. Her grape-like eyes sparkled with spirit, and when she smiled, her shallow dimples lit up as brightly as the morning sun.

If Pei Suye was the legendary “white moonlight,” then Ye Wanjia was a shooting star, fleeting yet unforgettable.

“Marching toward us now are the athletes from the College of Veterinary Medicine! Look at their confident strides and spirited demeanor…”

As the announcer read the entry speech, Ye Wanjia stood tall, arms extended straight, firmly holding the “College of Veterinary Medicine” sign. At the same pace they’d rehearsed the day before, she led thirty athletes slowly into the stadium.

From the cheer section on the right side of the main stage, the Veterinary Medicine cheerleaders shouted themselves hoarse, their voices thundering. But the sharpest of all was Wei Xiaoxiao, clutching a camcorder and screaming as if her own child had topped the entire school:

“Oh my god, Wanjia—you’re my goddess! So gorgeous I could die—look at the camera! Look at me, baby, look at me—”

The march ended without a hitch, and Ye Wanjia, who had stepped in at the last minute, became the little hero of the college, even landing on the cover photo of that day’s official college WeChat post.

After the opening ceremony, each college had thirty minutes to prepare. The logistics team brought boxes of breakfast in foam containers. And for once, the usually aloof president, Pei Suye, took two servings.

“Hey, do you think the president likes Ye Wanjia?” A few freshmen whispered to each other.

“Seems like it. President might look gentle, but she always keeps people at a distance. Remember that girl from Class One who bought her milk tea? She turned her down.”

“Right? If she wasn’t interested, why would she save a breakfast for Ye Wanjia?”

“How do you know it’s for Ye Wanjia? Could be for someone else.”

“Oh please, everyone else already got theirs. Ye’s the only one who went to change clothes. Who else could it be for?”

“No way—President’s that pretty, and she’s into girls? That’s kinda…”

Their gossip grew louder, even drawing in some students from the Biology College nearby. By the time they were speculating that Pei Suye and Ye Wanjia were actually half-sisters, a sudden thud silenced them.

They froze and turned, only to see Vice President Qiu Yan casually holding up a heavy water jug with one hand. With the other, she filled a paper cup halfway, her eyes as sharp as blades:

“Freshmen, want some water?”

Her gaze was cold and cutting, and with her reputation as the “female Wu Song,” it was as if she wasn’t holding spring water but a bubbling cup of black poison.

“N-n-no thanks, senior!”

“I’m not thirsty, ha ha…”

“You worked hard, senior, please drink first!”

Qiu Yan set down the jug, her tone dropping like ice: “If you’re not drinking, then shut up.”

The group nearly dropped to their knees apologizing. “No problem, no problem!”

Nearby, Vice President Liang Shangbin tugged at Qiu Yan, sighing and trying to coax her. “Come on, why be so fierce? They were just gossiping a little.”

Qiu Yan shot him a glare. “You teaching me how to do my job?”

Under her sharp look, Liang instantly deflated. “Haha, no, no, just saying casually, heh…”

The college base was set up with tents, mainly to store the athletes’ gear and provide shade for rest.

Outside, the morning breeze carried a trace of coolness, brushing lightly over youthful hearts.

“Hiss…”

After breakfast was distributed, Logistics Head and longtime roommate Xu Qian found a certain someone drinking water under a tree and whispered conspiratorially:

“Out with it—what’s your plan to chase her?”

The hand holding the bottle slowed, then set it down. Pei turned back calmly: “What do you mean, ‘chase her’?”

Xu Qian squinted her gossip-hungry eyes. “Your little ‘Judy Hopps,’ of course. Don’t tell me you’re eating two breakfasts all by yourself?” Her gaze dropped meaningfully to the double servings nearby.

Pei Suye turned back, the single-leaf brooch on her chest catching the sunlight with a warm gleam. “She stepped up for the college today, carried the sign for us. Saving her a breakfast is just normal courtesy.”

“Ooooh…” Xu Qian drew the word out long, tossing her peach-flavored soda into the air and catching it with a spin before pressing again, “And what about that drink you went out of your way to buy this morning? Also ‘normal courtesy’?”

That morning, as president, Pei Suye had arrived early to the office to help the logistics and sports teams prepare for the event. But when the group headed out to the track, she glanced around the gathering crowd and, not seeing that particular figure, turned her bike in another direction.

“You guys go ahead—I’m going to grab a bottle of water.”

Back then, Xu Qian hadn’t realized the depths of human nature. She’d only said, “Why buy water? Don’t we already have two whole crates here?”

Ah, the ignorance of youth.

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