It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 28

Ye Wanjia’s cycling skills were neither high nor low; she could ride comfortably on her own, but having someone sit behind her made controlling the handlebars a little tricky.

Pei Suye sat sideways on the back seat, her raven-blue linen dress slightly gathered, revealing a sliver of her long, slender legs. The texture of her suede ankle boots added a hint of leisure to her look.

“Is this okay?” she asked.

Ye Wanjia held the handlebars with both hands, feet on the ground, eyes focused straight ahead. “It’s fine.”

So, what should have been a simple start ended up wobbling like a lion dance.

“Ah—ah—ah…” she wobbled a couple of times, unable to maintain balance, and had to stop using her feet. Her long, impressive legs looked unusually helpless at that moment, so she confessed generously:

“Sorry, senior, this is my first time riding with someone.”

It was a bit unstable.

Pei Suye didn’t panic, staying steady on the back seat. “It’s okay. The first time is always like this. Do you want me to get off so you can get a feel for it?”

Ye Wanjia rotated her pedals backward half a turn, planted both feet firmly on the ground, and stabilized the bike at a precise 90-degree vertical angle.

“No need. Back in high school, I often gave classmates a ride. Once you get moving, you’ll be fine.”

So, Pei Suye settled firmly on the back, her flat shoes slightly tilting at the toes, exposing a rare hint of good humor from the usually composed club president.

Ye Wanjia didn’t boast. This time she was extra careful, pushing off strongly to maintain balance, and the wheels began to roll steadily forward.

Her high ponytail fluttered in the wind, brushing Pei Suye’s nose. Pei Suye lifted a hand, twirling a few strands between her fingers like ivy winding around a marble column, their movements entwined.

The bike went over a small slope. Ye Wanjia pedaled with extra effort; her thin back arched, her shoulder blades rising and falling. Pei Suye felt a ticklish sensation in her heart, like a cat’s claws, and reached out to grab Ye Wanjia’s waist.

“Eh!”

Ye Wanjia jolted like an electric shock went through her, her armpits tensing. She pushed the pedals harder, and the bike surged forward.

Pei Suye let go of her waist, holding the seat instead. “Ticklish?”

Ye Wanjia blushed fiercely, grateful that the person behind couldn’t see her face. “Mm.”

A gentle glint crossed Pei Suye’s eyes mischievously. “Then I won’t grab you, I’ll grab the seat.”

The rider exhaled in relief. “Okay, just sit tight.”

At 4:50, students with classes hadn’t left the classroom yet; those without classes arranged their own schedules, leaving the campus quiet with only a few passersby.

Ginkgo Avenue was covered in golden leaves, and an olive-green bicycle passed through, stirring the fallen foliage. A smile blossomed on the lips in the golden sunlight, expressing a fleeting moment of simple joy.

Later, when Ye Wanjia told Wei Xiaoxiao about it, she said riding with Pei Suye on her back felt wonderful—but Wei Xiaoxiao scolded her bluntly:

“What? You let her grab you, hug you, and yet you didn’t take a bite of the food she served on a plate?!”

At that time, Ye Wanjia just shyly smiled. “It’s called playing hard to get. You wouldn’t understand.”

Sunlight filtered through the ginkgo leaves, spilling onto the basketball court and illuminating youthful energy.

At 5 PM, the sunlight was bright but soft, hinting at the approaching evening, yet the shouts and cheers of the crowd made the heat of the moment feel stronger than noon.

“College of Veterinary Medicine! Go—”

“College of Humanities! Go—”

The annual inter-department basketball semi-finals were being held today. The two evenly matched teams would compete, and the winner would advance to the university finals in five days.

The outdoor court had a wide field of vision, and students crowded around it, leaving no gaps. Cheering and shouting continued nonstop, louder than a concert.

“Old Pei! Here, over here!” The head of the sports department had already claimed a front-row spot.

Pei Suye pulled Ye Wanjia with her into the crowd. Their spot was perfectly aligned with the scoreboard, though they couldn’t see the scores directly.

“What’s the score?” Pei Suye asked.

“23 to 19. Only four points behind!” the sports head said, clenching his fists nervously.

“Our 23?”

“No, we’re 19. The other team fouled, and their number one got injured. It’s been more than ten minutes, and we’ve only scored four points! I’m so nervous!”

No wonder the players moved so cautiously, and the spectators’ shouting never stopped. The scorching sunlight mixed with the fiery energy of sweat-drenched effort.

Amidst the commotion, Ye Wanjia tugged at Pei Suye’s sleeve.

“Senior, what place did we get last year?”

Pei Suye replied, “Second. A pretty good result.”

Ye Wanjia’s grape-like eyes reflected a hint of regret. “That’s good, but still a bit disappointing.”

Pei Suye nodded. “Making it to the finals but not winning is less frustrating than not having a chance from the start. This year, though, two new players joined, and I hear they’ve trained well.”

“Then we can watch the finals if we win today?”

Pei Suye glanced at her, noticing Ye Wanjia shielding her eyes from the sun. Their position faced direct sunlight, which was a bit harsh. Pei Suye wore a hat, but Ye Wanjia had nothing.

So Pei Suye took a magazine from her shoulder bag. “Use this.”

Ye Wanjia looked surprised for a moment but gradually lowered her hands and took the thin magazine. “Thank you, senior.”

“You’re welcome.” Pei Suye smiled faintly, then asked, “Did you put on sunscreen?”

Ye Wanjia shook her head.

She didn’t have any sunscreen. During military training, she had been tanned almost black. Only recently had her complexion lightened a bit. Her classmates often said a fair complexion hides all flaws; during training, no one would have guessed Ye Wanjia was such a beauty.

A small tube of sunscreen, about three finger-widths, was handed to her. Its pale plum-green color was subtle, the middle slightly indented, clearly well-used.

Ye Wanjia smiled as she took it, dimples deepening. “Thanks.”

She tucked the magazine under her arm, squeezed a small amount of cream onto her palm, and applied it evenly to her face.

Unbeknownst to her, Pei Suye raised her hand slightly, curling her long fingers in the air before withdrawing them.

“What’s wrong?” Ye Wanjia asked after applying the sunscreen.

Pei Suye smiled. “Nothing.”

She placed the closed tube back in her shoulder bag, untouched.

One magazine, however, wasn’t enough.

Not enough to occupy both of Ye Wanjia’s hands.

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