It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 27

Ye Wanjia carefully folded the baseball jacket that Pei Suye had lent her the night before, shaping it neatly into a square, and asked Wei Xiaoxiao for a sturdy cardboard bag to pack it in.

During the process, her little thoughts made her glow; the corners of her eyes lifted, her lips curved upward, and her dimples seemed to hide a few barrels of wine.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Wei Xiaoxiao said, exasperated at her infatuated expression. “Pack it properly! Your lovesick smile will scare Senior away one day.”

Ye Wanjia looked back, puzzled. “Huh? Am I smiling?”

Wei Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes. “Yes, yes, yes. Hurry up and go, hurry up and go.”

It took twenty minutes to walk from the dorm to the student office at the College of Veterinary Medicine. Ye Wanjia walked briskly, stepping lightly in the wind. But when she reached the entrance of the academic building, she ran into Du Bin, who looked rather gloomy. The so-called “sunny senior” didn’t seem very cheerful, like a cloud had settled over him.

Apparently, something had upset him.

Ye Wanjia didn’t feel like playing the role of a priest in a chapel, nor pretending to be an innocent fool who knew nothing. She just wanted to pass by quickly and breathe the fresh air where Pei Suye was.

“Ye Wanjia.”

However, trouble had a way of seeking her out when she least wanted it.

As she passed Du Bin, he spoke, his tone both mocking and disdainful:

“So, you’re feeling proud of yourself now?”

Ye Wanjia stopped, turned, and asked, “Senior, what did you say?”

Du Bin tore off his hypocritical mask. His still-handsome face darkened instantly. “Just because Pei Suye cut ties with me because of you, doesn’t mean you should feel happy. You two aren’t from the same world. Your monthly allowance isn’t enough for her to buy a single pair of shoes. No matter how hard you try to please her, she won’t give you a good look. All that friendliness, kindness, and warmth is just a standard tactic we, the student council, use on rookies like you. Don’t take it seriously. Otherwise, you might get used and not even realize it.”

Ye Wanjia lifted her head to look at him. At 168 cm tall, she held a formidable presence in this confrontation.

“Oh, so your usual friendliness is just an act? The students in the council are pitiful to have a president like you.”

“You—!”

Du Bin hadn’t expected this reaction. This was Ye Wanjia—usually soft, timid, and awkward as a first-year rookie—how could she suddenly confront him head-on like this?

After a pause, his eyes glimmered with malice. “On the day of the competition, I should have waited for you.”

Ye Wanjia remained indifferent. “Good that you know.”

“I should have waited until you went into Room 104, shoved you in, locked you in that dark and cold gym for the entire night! That’s when you’d know how a first-year should behave when the senior speaks!”

Ye Wanjia was naturally gentle, usually looking like a little rabbit. That was true—but she wasn’t a caged little bunny. She was more like Judy, the rabbit cop who carries a gun and confronts criminals head-on.

“Do you read classics?” she asked lightly.

“What?”

Ye Wanjia continued slowly: “I’ve been reading The Old Man and the Sea these past few days. No matter how harsh the conditions or dire the circumstances, the fisherman presses on. And that fish he battles, thinking it can defeat him, ultimately proves to be just a fish.”

Just like Du Bin, who was trying to intimidate her to give up Pei Suye.

In matters of love, there are as many myths as there are jokes.

She liked Pei Suye—that was true. Du Bin liked Pei Suye too, and she knew it. But the laughable thing was that Du Bin focused on her, trying to sweep her away from Pei Suye. As if Pei Suye were an exquisite vase on a table—whoever ran fastest would win.

He was completely mistaken.

Pei Suye was a “person” with thoughts, cultivation, and principles. She would leave what she disliked and go toward what she liked. These arrogant “Du Bins” would never understand the spiritual world of someone like Pei Suye. They treat people around them as imaginary enemies, struggling and scheming, only adding more ridiculous strokes of paint to their clownish faces.

Du Bin left.

No one knew what he did afterward, but the student council never called Ye Wanjia a “little bunny” again.

The student office faced west, and in the afternoon, the sunlight filled the room.

Pei Suye was alone at her desk. Her elegant figure stood by the table, slightly bent forward, quietly sorting freshly printed documents. Once organized, she flipped through the pages with long, graceful fingers, her chin slightly tucked, hair falling over one side and brushing the paper as she worked.

Ye Wanjia’s breath caught, her heart raced, and she tightened her grip on the bag.

When she entered, Pei Suye lifted her head, paused her sorting, and smiled: “You’re here.”

Ye Wanjia tried to appear composed and responded with a relatively calm smile. “Mm.”

She stepped forward and handed over the bag. “Thank you for lending me your jacket that day. Otherwise, I’d have caught a cold.”

Pei Suye noted the numbers on the last page with her pencil, then took the cardboard bag. “It was nothing. That day was really cold.”

Noticing the subtle fragrance emanating from the bag, she asked, “Did you wash it too?”

Ye Wanjia nodded obediently. “Yes. I washed it that night, but I never found the time to return it to you.”

Pei Suye placed the bag in the corner of the desk. “But you got back after eleven, right? The laundry room was closed.”

Ye Wanjia answered truthfully, “Oh, I hand-washed it.”

For some reason, hand-washed clothes carry a certain personal touch, making them unexpectedly more pleasant than machine-washed ones.

“Then thank you,” Pei Suye said with a smile.

“You’re welcome.”

Ye Wanjia was tongue-tied, especially in front of someone she liked. She often couldn’t find the right words, and the atmosphere could quickly grow awkward.

For example, right now.

From the moment she entered to returning the jacket, it had only been two minutes. Worse, she couldn’t find a single topic to continue the conversation.

Should she ask what Pei Suye was doing? No, she could see she was sorting documents.

Or ask if Du Bin had just caused trouble for her? Better not—this was a beautiful moment for just the two of them.

Maybe… ask if Pei Suye had any photos from the cheerleading competition? Last time she represented the school, she heard many photos were taken.

No, the school council’s photography team had handled it, so Pei Suye didn’t have any. She’d have to ask Du Bin… forget it.

Just as she was mentally strategizing for a safe, smooth topic, Pei Suye finished her paperwork and broke the silence:

“There’s a basketball game at five. Want to go?”

“Huh?” Ye Wanjia was taken aback, realizing belatedly that this was an invitation. She nodded decisively. “Sure!”

Even a hidden introvert didn’t need to wrack her brain for conversation—when the other person reached out, it made things easy.

The two of them walked out of the building. Pei Suye retrieved her bicycle from the parking area, but glanced at Ye Wanjia awkwardly.

“Xiao Ye, can you ride a bike?”

Ye Wanjia answered at first, “Yes.”

Then noticing that Pei Suye’s skirt made riding inconvenient, she bravely offered, “Then I’ll give you a ride.”

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