It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 31

At Building 12 of Xue Mei Dormitory Area, the usually mild-mannered president of the Veterinary Hospital, Pei Suye, hit someone.

With one arm stretched out straight ahead, the tip of the long-handled umbrella in her hand pointed at a young man. Her other hand was placed behind her back, shielding Ye Wanjia completely with her slim frame.

More and more people gathered around, gradually forming a circle to watch this sudden farce unfold.

Wei Xiaoxiao rushed down from the sixth floor, pushing through the crowd, and grabbed Ye Wanjia: “Wanjia!”

One arm around her back, the other protecting her head, she pulled the trembling girl several steps back.

Chen Feng, standing in the middle of the circle, became the focus of everyone’s attention. He fumbled with the edge of his clothes, saying, “Ye Wanjia, what are you doing? I never meant to hurt you. I just… I just don’t want to lose you!”

Ye Wanjia looked past Wei Xiaoxiao with a cold gaze:

“I never belonged to you, so there’s nothing to lose.”

Wei Xiaoxiao didn’t have Ye Wanjia’s patience. She shouted at him:

“Have you finished acting? I saw everything from upstairs! ‘Never meant to hurt her’—coming to the dorm at night like this, holding her tight without her consent—isn’t that hurting her? Did she agree? After hurting her, you play the victim! Do you think I’ll feel sorry for you? You only care about yourself! You’re so selfish!”

Ahead, Pei Suye stood confronting Chen Feng alone. She lowered the umbrella and stepped forward. At 170 cm, she could look him straight in the eye, her presence overwhelming, her gaze icy:

“The dormitory area is about to close. Please leave.”

Chen Feng’s cowardly nature was evident; he had liked Ye Wanjia for two years but never expressed it. People like him have a common flaw—they expect others to understand them without a word. When reactions don’t match their expectations, they feel utterly wounded.

“Who are you?” he demanded. “This is between Ye Wanjia and me. It’s none of your business.”

Pei Suye raised her chin and said coldly:

“I am the president of the College of Veterinary Medicine, Pei Suye of Class 213. I have a duty to ensure the safety of every student. If you want to see Ye Wanjia, you’ll have to go through me first.”

The dormitory gate was five meters high, its chandelier casting an ancient, dim light. The amber glow fell on Pei Suye, sculpting her resolute back like a statue.

Years later, whenever Ye Wanjia faced hardships, her memory would blur back to this moment—when a student, no older than herself, had unflinchingly stood in front of her and told a dangerous stranger: If you want to see Ye Wanjia, go through me first.

Eventually, Chen Feng left after Pei Suye added, “It’s already 10:30 PM. If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police.”

During that period, Ye Wanjia dared not go out alone or stay outside after dark. Even with Wei Xiaoxiao shopping, she felt the eyes of someone hidden in the shadows tracking her every move. All of this stemmed from Chen Feng’s ‘I never meant to hurt you.’

Chen Feng never appeared in her life again. After deleting all contact methods, he tracked her updates online for her web novel “The First Day I Met Miss Pei” and left a comment with a 50-yuan flower gift:

“I will support all your dreams. I am willing to give up everything for you.”

Readers were puzzled:

“Who’s this?”
“Wow, could it be the real-life inspiration for Miss Pei?”
“So romantic, giving up everything for her.”

Seeing the comment, Ye Wanjia’s mood sank to its lowest. Giving up everything for you wasn’t romantic—it imposed endless pressure and a sense of coercion, turning what should be an equal relationship into imbalance. Every disappointment in the future would be justified as ‘I gave up everything for you,’ and any conflicts were invalid because ‘I sacrificed everything for you.’

It appeared humble but claimed moral superiority, leaving the other party unable to refuse.

Her fingers trembled as she typed a reply in the comment section:

“This person is not a reader but a real-life harasser. I have reported it to the police. Please ignore him.”

She then closed the novel app and opened a map to locate the nearest police station.

A slim figure with a backpack hurried down the corridor, passing the administrative office in a flash. Inside, Pei Suye was handing over details of the Veterinary Competition to the Science and Technology Association head:

“We’re adding a bonus quick-answer round. The winning team can get a revival card. Later—”

The figure outside caught her attention. She paused mid-sentence, recognized the person, and immediately rose to leave. Just as the figure approached the corner, a gentle voice called out:

(Xiao Yezi).”

Startled!

The warm voice snapped Ye Wanjia out of her emotional surge. Her steps froze for a moment, breathing deeply to regain control. She turned:

“Senior.”

Despite trying to hide it, fear and agitation still lingered on her face, like a room left in chaos after a storm. Pei Suye stood 20 meters away in the corridor. Light from the window cast a long shadow across the floor.

“Where are you going?” Pei Suye asked.

“Out for a bit,” Ye Wanjia replied.

Pei Suye didn’t press further, only handed her an A4 sheet:

“Not submitting your form?”

Ye Wanjia, distracted, looked down. The application form with her photo hadn’t been submitted yet. She realized she had come to the office to submit a student council application.

“Oh…” Her tension eased a little. She stiffly walked over and handed the paper to Pei Suye.

Pei Suye took in every little movement, then looked over the paper:

“Hm, you filled it out thoroughly.”

She pinched the middle of the form with her thumb and asked, “Why is the photo 1 inch?”

Ye Wanjia glanced: “I have more 1-inch ones.”

Pei Suye advised: “Do you have 2-inch ones?”

“I don’t think so. I’ll get one printed later.”

“I’ll go too. Let’s go together.”

Their conversation, calm and gentle, gradually brought Ye Wanjia back from the edge. She finally noticed:

“Hm?”

Pei Suye’s expression betrayed nothing: “I’ve used up my ID photos too. I need to print one as well.”

Ah, that explained it. But—

“I still need to go out first.”

“Far?”

“Not far, Morning Light Avenue.”

Ye Wanjia didn’t mention the police station, just the street name. To ordinary ears, the street had many shops and stalls, giving the impression she was going to hang out.

But Pei Suye knew what she had recently gone through, understood her reluctance to trouble others, and sensed urgency from the fleeting figure outside the door.

“Morning Light Avenue… that’s where the pan-fried buns place is, right?”

“Is it?” Ye Wanjia blinked, her eyes blank. “I don’t know.”

“There’s one at the end of the street. I’m going too. Let’s go.”

Unexpectedly, Ye Wanjia gained a companion for her walk to the police station.

Later, Pei Suye didn’t even buy any buns. When she asked, Ye Wanjia said they were already closed.

Only the wind that day knew—she had simply wanted to accompany the young girl.

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