It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 26

“Ye Wanjia, I’m at the gym right now. Which police station are you at? Tell me, alright? I’ll come pick you up.”

Pei Suye coaxed her, using all the gentleness he could muster.

“Sniff…”

The tender concern cracked open Ye Wanjia’s floodgates of tears. Her helpless body trembled as she broke down, accusing, “You… you didn’t care about me at all. I… I didn’t get on the bus, and you just left… none of you cared about me!”

Releasing her emotions also meant a release of her inner tension. By the time Pei Suye took a taxi to her, Ye Wanjia had already calmed down. Yet, when she leaned into his embrace, her thin body still shivered slightly.

On the way back in the taxi, Teacher Ouyang Fei was on the phone in the passenger seat, reporting to the counselor that the missing person had been found.

In the back seat, Ye Wanjia wore Pei Suye’s baseball jacket. Her long legs were pressed together, the zipper pulled all the way up, her chin buried inside, barely staying warm under the air conditioning.

Pei Suye sat beside her, his gaze falling on her purplish nails several times. He raised his hand to reach for them, then retracted it, aimlessly tapping the seat twice.

For a moment, the air in the car felt a little delicate. Ye Wanjia tucked her chin in, stole a glance at him, then shyly withdrew.

She was still upset with Pei Suye.

Although she had lost control out of fear, she knew it wasn’t really his fault. He wasn’t responsible for the bus, didn’t know who was missing, and… when she charged her phone at the police station and scrolled through WeChat, she realized Pei Suye had been checking on her the whole time—she just hadn’t been able to reply because her phone was dead.

In fact, Pei Suye had always cared about her. Even if one set aside personal feelings, he was a competent student council president, a world apart from Du Bin.

After hesitating for a while, she finally broke the silence with:

“Uh… senior, thank you.”

Her speaking meant she wasn’t angry anymore.

Pei Suye’s lips curled slightly, returning to his usual calm, teasing expression:

“Which senior?”

Ye Wanjia froze for a moment, then burst into a soft laugh. She turned to him, half her face still hidden in the jacket collar, her eyes sparkling like grapes.

“Thank you for coming all this way to find me.”

Naturally, Pei Suye wrapped her hand in his palm, rubbing it with his warmth to help her fend off the cold.

“When we saw you were missing, we were all scared. Thankfully, you’re alright.”

Teacher Ouyang Fei hung up the phone and smiled:

“Yes, Ye Wanjia. Everyone really cares about you, especially Pei Suye—he was the first to notice you were gone. But this is a lesson—you need to be more careful next time. Now, tell the teacher, have you learned any safety rules?”

Without thinking, Ye Wanjia replied:

“At 10:30 p.m., there are police patrolling Rong’an Road. You can seek help then.”

It was exactly because she encountered patrolling police that she was able to go to the station.

Yet, this was not the answer Teacher Ouyang Fei wanted, so he shook his head helplessly and offered a more practical suggestion:

“Don’t go alone to unfamiliar places. Don’t let your phone run out of battery.”

Ye Wanjia, like a student unfamiliar with the exam, blankly said:

“Oh…”

The corner of Pei Suye’s eyes twitched. He pulled a sticky note from his backpack, wrote down his phone number, and pressed it into Ye Wanjia’s palm:

“And, remember someone’s phone number.”

“Huh?” Ye Wanjia paused, looking up. Pei Suye had already put the remaining sticky notes back in his bag, leaning back and gazing at the passing night scenery.

For a fleeting moment, that thoughtful little gesture felt like a breeze sweeping through a field of rapeseed flowers.

After reporting the situation to the student council, Du Bin was summoned to the office that same evening for a serious talk. Among the girls, there was an unspoken understanding—though none gathered to scold him, they all knew the responsibility lay with Du Bin.

The two of them escorted Ye Wanjia back to the dorm. Only after she climbed the stairs floor by floor, disappearing from view, did Pei Suye avert his gaze.

Teacher Ouyang Fei, witnessing everything, kept his observations to himself but sighed softly:

“Actually, girls’ emotions can be very beautiful, right?”

Pei Suye was momentarily stunned, realizing that his unintentional attention had revealed his true feelings. He chuckled and lowered his head, honestly smiling:

“Yeah.”

Over the next few days, Du Bin waited in Pei Suye’s classroom, attracting the attention of countless girls, only to be completely ignored by Pei Suye. Frustrated, he barged into the student council office while Pei Suye was on duty, sitting in the chair for a long time, waiting for Pei Suye to speak. When nothing happened, he demanded:

“Is this really necessary just for a freshman?”

Even now, he blamed someone else.

Pei Suye didn’t want to waste time, dividing some of his thoughts to revise an event plan, but his words left no room for misinterpretation:

“I asked the police. They said your actions cannot be filed as a case. Not filing a case doesn’t mean what you did was justified—it’s just that we lack surveillance and evidence. Du Bin, you should reflect on the kind of education you received.”

He had tricked Ye Wanjia with a power bank, sent her to a remote room, and arranged for the bus to leave, leaving her alone at the suburban sports field.

Every step was cruel, yet men could excuse it as “an accident.”

Du Bin bit his jaw, took a deep breath, and accused:

“I don’t understand why you always side with her. She’s just a normal freshman.”

Pei Suye paused from his keyboard and looked up:

“During the school cheerleading competition, our formation was plagiarized—you were there that night too.”

Du Bin’s handsome eyes dimmed as Pei Suye continued:

“At that moment, everyone was demoralized. Someone said there was nothing they could do, someone claimed ignorance. Who stood up first and suggested changing the formation? Who, at the critical moment, used a risky flip to earn points? Was it you?”

That Ye Wanjia, shining in the darkness, was like a crystal-clear daffodil—pure and radiant.

A corner of Pei Suye’s lips curled slightly in irony and questioning:

“If I don’t side with her, who should I side with?”

Du Bin was speechless, his tall frame instantly shrinking, his spine bent, neck weak. Facing Pei Suye’s rare look of contempt, he was humiliated in both spirit and character.

Pei Suye ignored Du Bin’s wounded pride and resumed revising the event plan sent by the Sports Department.

Buzz!

His phone vibrated twice. He opened it, and in an instant, his expression thawed, returning to his usual gentle demeanor.

Little Yezi: Senior, are you in the student council office? I’m coming to return your jacket

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