It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 30

The student office was extremely quiet at 8 p.m. on the weekend. Pei Suye rose from her desk, her long grayish-brown hair brushing against the pages on the table, producing a soft rustling sound.

She walked toward the elegant figure standing by the sink, her gaze lingering on the thumb wrapped in a bandage, holding a bag, and didn’t look away.

“What happened to your hand?” she asked.

Ye Wanjia paused for a moment, then explained, “Oh, I accidentally cut it. It’s nothing.”

Pei Suye took the transparent lunch box from her hand and gently pulled her away from the sink. “Let me do it. You can’t get the wound wet.”

She turned on the faucet, rinsed the lunch box, squeezed a little dishwashing liquid, and cleaned it inside and out.

Sometimes, Ye Wanjia could clearly sense the differences between people, and especially the differences between men and women.

If this incident were posted online objectively, there would surely be a large number of people defending Chen Feng:

“Boys are usually a little careless, it’s normal.”
“Girls are naturally careful, noticing your injury isn’t surprising.”
“You’re not even his girlfriend, why should he wash your dishes?”
“You already agreed to eat with him, you must like him, stop pretending to be innocent.”

But concern is concern, indifference is indifference. Chen Feng’s “wash it yourself” and Pei Suye’s “you can’t get your wound wet” were worlds apart to Ye Wanjia.

Moreover, Chen Feng knew her hand was injured, while Pei Suye simply noticed it out of careful attention.

“Senior, thank you.”

It made her feel… like she wasn’t completely unimportant.

Pei Suye wiped the water away with a disposable dishcloth. “It’s nothing, just a small favor.”

Looking up, she caught sight of Ye Wanjia quickly averting her eyes, a fleeting shadow of discomfort flashing in them. Her keen intuition told her that something had happened to Ye Wanjia today.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

By the time she looked up again, Ye Wanjia’s expression had returned to normal, smiling. “Nothing. I just feel bad that you’re so busy but still helped me wash the dishes.”

Pei Suye’s lips curled slightly. “It’s nothing, it only takes a minute. I can’t let you do it yourself. If the wound gets infected, it’ll hurt a lot.”

Yes, a single minute of effort could reveal the difference in one’s character.

That night, Ye Wanjia recorded a passage in her personal diary:

Refinement leads to eloquence, eloquence shapes character, and character determines affection. A beautiful soul alone can attract another soul.

Later, after Chen Feng returned to the hotel and settled in, he sent a message asking Ye Wanjia where she would go tomorrow.

By that time, Ye Wanjia had regained her composure and her heart had turned cold. She replied decisively:

“Go have fun by yourself tomorrow. I’m busy.”

True affection requires sincerity, but firm refusal is equally important.

Chen Feng was caught off guard by this response. He didn’t even feel he had done anything wrong earlier, nor did he think there was anything wrong with leaving before she finished eating or letting someone with an injured hand wash dishes.

“What’s wrong with you?”
“Don’t act like this, okay?”
“What did I do?”
“Don’t ignore me!”
“I came all this way, don’t treat me like this!”

There was no focus on the issue itself—only pleading and moral coercion, trying to move Ye Wanjia with love. She replied rationally:

“We were high school deskmates for a year, that’s all. But I’ve already been nice enough today. If you want to enjoy Nanzhou tomorrow, go ahead. I have my own life and don’t have time for you.”

After ten minutes, Chen Feng finally sent another message:

“Ye Wanjia, I’m downstairs at your dorm. Come down, okay? I ran all the way from the hotel. I didn’t even ride my bike. Please, come down. If you don’t, I’ll break in. I must see you today!”

Ye Wanjia felt dizzy with anger. From beginning to end, Chen Feng either resorted to moral coercion or self-harm as a means to sway her.

She didn’t want to attract more people’s attention, so she put on her jacket and went downstairs. It was her last bit of patience, thinking that since Chen Feng had once gone with Wen Xiu to take her to the hospital, she owed him some gratitude. It would be better to settle things face-to-face and cut ties clearly.

When she went downstairs, Chen Feng was indeed out of breath, and Ye Wanjia’s expression remained cold. She calmly explained why she was angry today and that she would not like him.

Yes, based on Chen Feng’s earlier tone, what Wen Xiu said was true. She needed to refuse him before he confessed.

Chen Feng didn’t expect Ye Wanjia to be so decisive. His voice broke into tears: “We were deskmates for a whole year. Didn’t you enjoy solving problems with me? Wasn’t that year unpleasant?”

Ye Wanjia remained calm. “I enjoyed it, but it doesn’t mean I like you. I helped you with problems, but I also helped other classmates.”

Chen Feng was silent for a long time, repeatedly saying “don’t do this” in bits and pieces. Finally, he said:

“You are my only friend.”

Ye Wanjia was shocked. “In high school, the ratio of boys to girls was 7 to 3, and there were so many boys in college too. You really have no friends at all?”

The phrase “only friend” did not bring any comfort—only pressure and suffocation.

Chen Feng clutched his clothes. “I’m going to withdraw from school!”

“What?” Ye Wanjia asked.

“I’ll withdraw! Ye Wanjia, you are really… important to me. When I chose my college, I wanted to come here with you, but I didn’t have enough points. I was assigned elsewhere. I can’t bear being in a different city from you. I’ll withdraw and sell the house my mom gave me, buy one near your school, okay? I really care about you!”

Even now, he couldn’t bring himself to say the words “I like you.”

“I really care! If you ignore me, I’ll have no friends at all!”

One message after another left Ye Wanjia unable to breathe. Her feelings shifted from disgust to fear. Without mental illness or domestic violence, what kind of person could live so many years without a single friend?

As things grew tense, she didn’t want to provoke Chen Feng further, so she explained the facts calmly and objectively, using neutral words to end the interaction smoothly.

“Go back. I don’t like you, so I don’t need your concern.”

“I won’t go back!” Chen Feng suddenly rushed forward, hugging Ye Wanjia tightly with enough force to almost break her spine. He shouted, “If I go back, I’ll lose you forever!”

“Let go!”

Ye Wanjia pushed him forcefully, fear enveloping her like a dense fog from all directions.

“Let me go!”

Their struggle drew the attention of countless passersby downstairs. Wei Xiaoxiao, who had been watching from the sixth-floor window, sensed danger and rushed down.

But someone arrived faster.

A long umbrella swung from mid-air, striking Chen Feng with a loud bang from behind.

“Ah!”

Chen Feng released his grip in pain. The next second, Ye Wanjia was gently yet firmly pulled away and shielded.

It was Pei Suye.

Her expression no longer carried its usual softness. Her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, her gaze sharp and intense, shielding the trembling Ye Wanjia behind her. The long umbrella pressed against Chen Feng’s chest, keeping him at a distance, forming a barrier between them.

“You’re not a student here. Please leave.”

Her tone was like ice in midwinter, and her eyes held the sharpness of knives—cold and full of disdain.

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