It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 29

As time progressed, the outdoor basketball court on the south side entered the final, intensely heated quarter.

The team from the Medical College had been unable to break through for a long time. Finally, they changed their strategy, putting in two new players that the opposing team hadn’t studied before. Surprisingly, they managed to carve a path and closed the score to 32:30.

Only 2 points behind—there was still a strong chance.

The head of the Physical Education Department shouted hysterically: “Come on! Cheer for the Medical College! Medical College—”

The surrounding voices roared like a tidal wave: “Go—”

“Medical College—”

“Go—”

Blood boiled through every vein, fingers lost sensation, and her mind buzzed like a hive. Pei Suye’s voice was gentle, almost drowned in the crowd, and her eyes shifted to the side.

Yeh Wanjia was using her hands to cup her mouth into a trumpet shape, amplifying her voice. Her cheeks were flushed red. Each shout made her rise onto her toes slightly, and her high ponytail swayed, tracing a wave-like arc.

Youth is such a beautiful thing.

Pei Suye thought silently, as the PE head shouted again:

“Medical College—”

Her heart was stirred. She shouted louder:

“Go————”

The players on the court, encouraged by the roaring cheers, launched a swift attack on the Liberal Arts team. Finally, with only 30 seconds left, they tied the score.

41:41

The team captain, at the limit of his stamina, bit his teeth and kept panting—if he could make one more shot, they could win at the last moment!

But everyone was exhausted. In the final seconds, Song Yang drove the ball to near the baseline, dodged two defenders, and leapt into the air—but just before releasing the ball, he was knocked down by another defender.

Beep—

The referee’s whistle blew. A foul on the Medical College.

One free throw was awarded, no more, no less. If he made it, they could take the lead and lock in the win.

The PE head stomped in frustration: “Damn, another foul! Forget basketball—go practice taekwondo!”

The basketball coach beside him explained: “They had no choice. Song Yang has excellent ball sense. If he had taken that shot, he would’ve scored. They had to foul, hoping he’d miss the free throw.”

The PE head nervously bit his hand: “He must make it! If he makes it, we win!”

The remaining time in the game was only enough for this free throw. All players left the court, joining the spectators in watching the shot.

Yeh Wanjia’s heart climbed to her throat. Her waist-length ponytail was tangled in her hands. She kept twisting her hands, and the full nail beds turned white from force.

“He must make it!”

Pei Suye lowered the brim of his cap and added softly: “If he misses, it’ll be dangerous. Our later attacks will use all energy—we’re nearly drained. If it goes to overtime, the situation won’t be good.”

Hearing this, Yeh Wanjia panicked even more, praying silently: “Make it, make it, make it……”

Her words were devout, hands clasped, eyes closed. Long lashes cast flower-like shadows on her lower eyelids, teasingly delicate.

Su-yeh also tensed.

Beep—

The referee signaled Song Yang to take the free throw.

Thud! Thud!

The basketball hit the concrete twice, echoing in everyone’s chest.

Bang! Bang!

The instant it left his hands, everyone held their breath, eyes fixed on the brick-red sphere tracing a smooth parabola in the air, as if even the air had frozen.

Whoosh—bang!

The ball hit the rim, altered its trajectory, bounced off the backboard, spun around the rim one and a half times, and finally dropped into the net.

“Ah—”

The sidelines erupted. The Liberal Arts team mourned, while the Medical College exploded with joy, everyone jumping.

Yeh Wan-jia’s taut nerves snapped; she relaxed suddenly, grabbing whatever was nearby:

“We won! We won!”

Looking down, the person she grabbed wasn’t anyone else—it was Pei Suye, cheering beside her.

The clamor of the crowd had a certain magic. It could cover all restraint and reserve. Those unspoken emotions, naturally surfacing, could all be attributed to “momentary excitement.”

Then, she let go hurriedly.

“I was just too excited,” Ye Wanjia explained calmly.

Pei Suye smiled and ruffled her hair: “We’re in the finals.”

During university, there were many shining moments, but also rumors.

At that time, Ye Wanjia’s high school classmate Chen Feng visited Nanzhou. As a half-local, she acted as a tour guide for the day.

“Wanjia, Chen Feng really came to see you?”

The night before, her high school deskmate Wen Xiu contacted her.

Ye Wanjia replied plainly: “Yeah, he came to travel.”

Wen Xiu, brimming with gossip: “Traveling? He’s here for you. He likes you, and you didn’t know?”

Ye Wanjia froze: “Ah?”

“He’s liked you for a long time, but he’s shy, so he never said anything.”

“How do you know?”

“He asked me—how to pursue you, what you like. Remember when you got tanned during military training? He even asked me which sunscreen is good.”

Hearing this, Ye Wanjia became skeptical: “You’re mistaken. After graduation, we rarely contacted each other. He never bought me sunscreen—it must have been for someone else.”

Wen Xiu tried to explain: “He’s just shy, afraid you’d reject him.”

This logic felt unacceptable to Ye Wanjia—she shouldn’t bear the burden of Chen Feng’s shyness. Besides, he never confessed. Wen Xiu could easily be wrong.

“You’re overthinking. I treat him the same way I treat you. During PE when I fainted, you both helped me to the hospital. My gratitude is the same to both of you, no more, no less.”

Wen Xiu didn’t press further, just reminded her to be patient tomorrow.

Ye Wanjia found it odd. She had never sensed Chen Feng’s affection. Tomorrow was simply her old high school classmate visiting, and she could act as a little tour guide—nothing more.

The next day, she brought a box of cold beef her mother had sent to welcome Chen Feng. Her own family’s budget was limited, and she couldn’t afford a lavish meal. But being classmates, she made some notes and bought affordable specialty snacks from a few recommended restaurants, along with grapes and cherry tomatoes, bringing everything to KFC.

Earlier, she had accidentally cut her thumb, pressing with a tissue for over ten minutes to stop the bleeding. Chen Feng tried to help, even holding her hand:

“Why so much blood?”

At that moment, Wen Xiu’s words rang in her ears. Yeh Wan-jia quickly withdrew her hand: “Oh, it’s fine. Just a little pressure.”

They walked to nearby KFC. By afternoon, the tissue was gone, and Chen Feng seemed to have forgotten about her wound. Shy as he was, he said simply:

“I want to eat the fruit you washed. Can I?”

He looked hopeful, as if in a coming-of-age movie where the male lead wants to eat the female lead’s cooking.

Ye Wanjia felt a chill and further dismissed Wen Xiu’s claim. If he really liked her, he wouldn’t let her with a hurt hand wash fruit.

She relaxed, using her uninjured hand to wash the grapes and cherry tomatoes, hooking the bag with her little finger on the injured hand.

Though the food seemed simple, it was enough for two poor students. During the meal, shy Chen Feng barely spoke. Ye Wanjia matched his coldness, sharing only high school memories.

Some cold beef remained. Ye Wanjia, full, still tried to eat it all. Planning to wait a few minutes to see if Chen Feng would wash the container, her wound still hurt.

Unexpectedly, when only four pieces were left, Chen Feng suddenly stood, quickly packed his water bottle into his bag:

“Uh, you eat first. I have a gaming appointment, need to leave.”

He zipped his bag and even kindly reminded: “Wash the container yourself, okay?”

And then, he was gone in a flash.

Ye Wanjia sat stunned for five seconds before accepting what had happened. She had used her mother’s distant care and her five days’ living expenses to buy food and fruit, to entertain a “classmate” who left her to wash the dishes with an injured hand—and left before she finished eating.

Even if he didn’t like her, this behavior was outrageous enough to be posted online.

Well, today as a tour guide and host, she saw the person clearly. All restraint and politeness were enough to repay the hospital incident.

She bought a bandage from a nearby pharmacy, wrapped her wound, and returned to school by 8 p.m. Being the weekend, the college office was empty. She intended to wash the greasy containers in the public sink.

But when she opened the door, the office lights were on. At the far end, working on a project proposal—not Su-yeh—who else?

“Senior?” Ye Wanjia froze.

“Xiao Yezi?”Pei Suye looked up from her computer, her blue-light glasses softening her gentle eyes under the warm lamp.

“Uh…” Ye Wanjia lifted her bag of containers, explaining, “I wanted to use the sink.”

Pei Suye smiled lightly: “Sure, go ahead. There’s dish soap and disposable cloths.”

“Thanks, Senior.”

Ye Wanjia walked politely past the long row of desks to the sink at the far end. Just as she was about to open the containers, Pei Suye called from behind in her warm voice:

“What happened to your hand?”

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