It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 22

As the host began the introduction, the Veterinary Medicine College formation slowly entered the arena.

“Next, we welcome the athletes from the College of Veterinary Medicine. Their performance is titled—Flowers on the Sea. The sea is a vast, boundless blue realm. Whether turbulent with waves or calm and still, it carries an immense power. Flowers represent life in fairytales, just like us in our youth—vivid, fresh, and beautiful, full of vitality. With our own fairytale, we will compose a symphony with this vast and mysterious world!”

With that, the music started.

The opening formation was a simple square. The 29 members moved toward the center, five people in each row, six rows in total. The four girls in the first row split into full front splits, the second row crouched low, the third row half-squatted, while the last row of boys stood tall, holding their white pom-poms high, creating a wave-like visual from front to back.

Their uniforms were sea-blue. Their pom-poms alternated between white and pink—white symbolizing waves, pink symbolizing flowers.

At the start, the pink pom-poms were hidden behind their backs. With the interplay of blue and white, the effect mimicked ocean waves lightly rippling in the wind.

Then, as the first eight-beat of music played, the white pom-poms began to swing. The split girls and crouching members rose, spinning and leaping as the formation spread outward—like seawater rippling out in every direction.

As the formation expanded, the music accelerated. The team began larger, more powerful jumps, raising their legs high while waving white pom-poms—the sea proclaiming its dominance over all.

Next, the music softened, delicate and tender. Everyone stood still, heads bowed, white pom-poms hidden behind them, as if the sea had returned to calm—when suddenly, a figure in a pink uniform carrying pink pom-poms leapt in from the sidelines.

With three bounding steps, she threw her pom-poms to the center, then used her momentum to plant her hands, flipping into two kip-up somersaults, followed by a 360-degree aerial spin.

Ye Wanjia’s entrance symbolized a flower drifting down onto the sea. But only the cheerleaders knew—she had modified the choreography. Instead of just the two kip-up somersaults, she had added the bounding steps before and the twisting flip after.

This level of performance was flawless, instantly rousing thunderous applause.

“Holy crap, that’s cheating!”

“She’s insane! I know her! Isn’t she the one who flipped during military training?”

“Vet Med is going all out this year!”

The performance continued. As the music swelled toward its climax, the team swung their pink pom-poms with greater force, every move perfectly synchronized—no one faltered. The ever-changing formations told the story of the sea and flowers composing their symphony. With the passionate music, the visual impact reached its peak.

Finally came the moment that had everyone holding their breath—the Double Blossom Lift.

Three people sank into horse stances, two girls stepping onto their thighs to form a base, together lifting Ye Wanjia.

In rehearsal, the formation had Ye Wanjia leap down from their thighs to land firmly on the ground.

But that was only a 92-point difficulty.

Now, as Ye Wanjia stood atop them, she drew a deep breath. Instead of leaping down, she propelled herself upward, twisting into another aerial flip—

And landed solidly!

From the front row, Wei Xiaoxiao, who was filming, went berserk. The camera shook violently like a sieve:

“Oh my god—sick! Sick! That was sick!!!”

The performance ended in deafening applause. Even the judges rose from their seats, visibly impressed with the choreography and execution.

During the curtain call, the team had to wait at the sidelines for the judges’ comments and final score.

Ye Wanjia couldn’t remember what the judges said. She only remembered that pause before the host announced the astonishing number:

“95.8 points!”

“Yessss—!”

“Awesome!”

“Is that the highest score? It must be, right?”

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cry—Ye Wanjia, you’re unreal!”

“It’s not just me, it was all of us. Cheerleading is a team event.”

“Alright, let’s clear the stage first. Great work today, everyone.”

That year, the Vet Med cheerleading team shone brilliantly, winning a record-breaking first place. Afterward, camerawoman Wei Xiaoxiao, in her excitement, had shaken so badly that she missed filming Ye Wanjia’s final flip in the Double Blossom Lift.

“Hey, do you have a photo of Ye Wanjia’s last flip?”

“You know, the Double Blossom at the end.”

“Yeah, from the front. What? No way, yours is out of focus too?”

She asked more than a dozen people, even posting in the college group chat, but only got a few scattered replies.

Not completely useless, though.

Jiang Shiyu, top scholar of dorm 617. The ultimate ice queen—never crying, never smiling.

“Would this work?”

Even through the screen, Wei Xiaoxiao could imagine her deadpan face. Not that it stopped her from admiring the photo.

“Damn! The resolution’s not great, but it’s super clear! How’d you pull that off?”

Jiang Shiyu: “Normal photography.”

Wei Xiaoxiao: “You weren’t excited? Watching cheerleading live?”

Before Jiang Shiyu could reply, Wei Xiaoxiao was already scolding herself: “Never mind, you don’t feel those things. Anyway, thanks for the photo. Tonight, South Gate street food’s on me!”

Vet Med’s first-place win had the entire college celebrating, everyone shouting about finding a place to party.

But, strangely, Pei Suye, the team leader, didn’t seem so happy.

It was odd. Pei Suye always smiled at people, her face carrying that effortless, reassuring expression. By all appearances, Ye Wanjia shouldn’t have been able to tell.

And yet, she could. Because when Pei Suye handed her the trophy, her smile had no cracks—but instead of using the teasing nickname Little Leaf, the one only she could call her, she simply said, “Ye Wanjia.”

What was she upset about?

Ye Wanjia replayed everything in her mind like a long string, pulling apart every knot to reflect on.

Suddenly, a flash of light pierced her dim thoughts—was it because she changed her moves at the last second?

That must be it. Cheerleading was a team sport. Even if she had only changed her own part, one mistake could have ruined the whole performance. What should have been icing on the cake might have turned into disaster.

After the competition, everyone returned to their dorms to shower and change for the evening celebration. The student council collected all the pom-poms and uniforms, hauling them back to the office storage.

As the overall leader, Pei Suye had to coordinate with the News Club to finalize the article for the school’s public account—title, content, and photo selection all needed her review.

Conveniently, she also used her position for a little personal gain—secretly saving a few solo shots of Ye Wanjia from the hundreds of photos Wei Xiaoxiao uploaded.

When she finished her work and turned to leave, she noticed someone waiting by the window.

The west-facing corridor windows were bathed in the rich, tender glow of the 5:30 sunset, casting Ye Wanjia in golden light. Her side profile was sharp and sculpted, her damp, freshly washed hair draped loosely over her shoulders, strands shimmering like a gauzy halo.

“Senior, you’re done?”

Ye Wanjia turned at the sound of the door. Her smile was a little cautious, one hand clutching the strap of her canvas bag so tightly that her knuckles turned pale.

“Well, um… I was just about to head to the celebration too. Want to go together?”

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