It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 47

At the Student Activity Building, students finished their club training and streamed out of the hall in small groups, heading back to their dormitories.

However, away from the crowd, in a corner outside the hall, next to an unremarkable flower bed, the president of the Veterinary College Student Council, Pei Suye, was squatting in front of a freshman, holding her ankle with one hand while removing her sneaker with the other.

“Ah.”

Ye Wanjia instinctively drew in a breath as the shoe grazed the injured area.

Her soles were thin and narrow. Her little toe was wrapped in a layer of white tissue. Once unwrapped, the curled toe relaxed, revealing a patch of scraped skin on the outside, surrounded by redness and swelling. The center was concave, like lava left behind after a volcanic eruption. There was no bleeding, but the skin had clearly peeled away, exposing tender pink flesh underneath.

“And you said it wasn’t serious.”

Pei Suye looked up, his gaze coming from below—normally a disadvantageous angle, but with his slightly low voice, it carried a gentle yet dangerous tone.

Ye Wanjia pursed her lips, pressing her teeth together, and averted her eyes.

“Actually… it’s okay.”

Pei Suye had no choice but to help her put the shoes into a bag for high heels (required for the etiquette club training) and placed it in the bicycle basket.

“Then let me meddle a bit—how about I go buy some medicine, okay?”

He spoke self-deprecatingly, but his tone was filled with affection.

Ye Wanjia had no resistance to his voice, especially now. It was low and rich, with a subtly rising tail that made it magnetic and gentle, irresistible.

“Well… it does hurt a little.”

As the bicycle started moving, Ye Wanjia leaned against his back, explaining softly:

“It’s just that I’m used to it. I used to be clumsy—bumping into things here and there—I never paid much attention.”

Pei Suye pedaled at a steady pace, slightly braking downhill, maintaining a moderate speed along the road.

“Now it’s different from before.”

Ye Wanjia instinctively asked, “Different how?”

He paused for a moment, slowing his speech: “I feel concerned.”

The lush leaves of the summer phoenix trees filtered the moonlight, laying a carpet between the earth and the moon. Thin beams fell like silk, lightly brushing the girl’s face.

After cleaning and disinfecting her injury, the two resumed their clingy, sweet couple state from the early days of their romance.

“I’ll help you up,” Pei Suye said as he stopped the bike and ran over to support her.

Ye Wanjia smiled while stopping him with a hand, feeling flustered, quickly scanning the surroundings: “Don’t be so dramatic!”

Pei Suye teased with interest: “I haven’t carried you yet.”

“It’s just a scrape, not that delicate!”

“Seriously, I’ll carry you up.”

“No, stop it!”

This person—really!

Annoying!

How could she have foolishly thought he was untouchable?

Her image had collapsed, utterly!

Faced with her strong refusal, Pei Suye looked a little disappointed. His hair fell to mid-back, with shorter strands brushing the sides of his face, lifted slightly by the wind, giving him a subtle, mysterious charm.

“Then you go up by yourself?”

She asked pitifully, like a little child being refused a flower.

A “little child.”

For the first time, Ye Wanjia associated Pei Suye with this phrase.

Her eyes wandered over his face, slightly flushed in the summer heat. A sudden flutter stirred within her—she realized she hadn’t kissed Pei Suye yet.

They had been together for several days, but he only occasionally kissed her forehead. Beyond holding hands, they hadn’t done anything intimate.

She, indeed, had never taken the initiative.

Her beautiful eyes glanced at the slightly bitter-smiling Pei Suye, who had been rejected, and quickly looked away, muttering:

“Well… it’s late, I should go up. You should head back too.”

Pei Suye gave up on escorting her upstairs, slumping his shoulders in resignation:

“Okay, be careful going up. Wait—”

Before he could finish, the girl suddenly appeared before him, and in the next moment, her lips pressed against his cheek.

Muah!

When he regained his senses, the girl had already dashed into the building, sprinting up the stairs two steps at a time.

His calm eyes flickered with surprise, lashes trembling, light sparkling briefly, like a sleeping spirit flapping its wings, darting swiftly into the forest.

The sprinting figure carried the scent of summer. Long legs moved quickly, hair reaching her waist, fluttering in the wind, like an illustration of a heroine from a youthful novel.

Pei Suye stood there for a long moment, smiling, until her figure disappeared from view. He raised a hand to the spot where she had kissed him—it tickled.  (“Little mosquito.”)

He knew she had playfully “bitten” him.

Everyone said that the Student Council President had changed.

Usually composed, she had recently been laughing at her computer screen. Even stranger, on the screen were the most headache-inducing project plans.

At first, the Sports Club director guessed she had gone crazy from getting hit by a ball, apologizing sheepishly, claiming it wasn’t intentional.

Later, the Red Cross Club director, after careful consideration, concluded that the president had probably won a first prize in a provincial veterinary competition.

Finally, after the bi-weekly Student Council meeting, the exhausted department heads solved the mystery—the president had been seen holding hands with that freshman, Ye Wanjia, and leaving together.

“Oh, so they’re dating!”

“No wonder she kept smiling during the meeting!”

“Is it really that freshman?”

“Her smile isn’t the usual kind—it’s thoughtful, clearly thinking about something happy.”

“The magic of love is amazing. And that’s Pei Suye!”

“I didn’t pay much attention to the freshman before, but now, seeing her smile occasionally like that, it’s just like old Pei’s expression.”

Those who already knew, like Xu Qian and Wei Xiaoxiao, didn’t join the discussion. After the meeting, they quickly left to avoid the nosy crowd asking for details about how the couple got together.

So a group of college students crowded around the U-shaped table in the meeting room, discussing for over ten minutes.

Vice President Liang Shangbin sat in the center, head thrown back, chest puffed, proudly declaring:

“I told you last year they had something going on! I tried to make the freshman kiss the president, but she refused. Don’t blame me—if you hadn’t stopped me, they’d have been together last year thanks to my match-making!”

The meeting room was on the first floor, with windows wide open facing the bike parking area.

Pei Suye, retrieving his bike, paused when he heard his name inside. Exchanging a glance with Ye Wanjia, the two seemed to understand each other, and a pair of eavesdroppers appeared below the window.

“Let me tell you…” Liang Shangbin fanned himself with a notebook, adopting the air of a storyteller:

“They probably had a bumpy start.”

“How so?”

“Think about it—the president’s appearance, her personality… she’s not the type to like someone easily. Even that guy in class and some other senior have been chasing her for three years with nothing to show.

I’m telling you, the freshman must have been pursuing her relentlessly, trying everything, but the president didn’t move. Eventually, the freshman got tired and gave up, and then the president realized her feelings.

This is called a ‘chase-the-wife disaster’—it’s super popular in online novels!”

After his long-winded speech, expecting applause from the onlookers, the group instead stared at the window behind him.

What was so interesting about the window?

Rain? Typhoon?

He confidently turned around—nearly bowing in shock: “Pr-presi-president!”

At the window, Pei Suye and Ye Wanjia stood together, hands on the window ledge. Compared to Ye Wanjia’s awkward, shy expression, Pei Suye was composed, confidently in control of the scene.

This time, he didn’t punish them by making them write project plans. Instead, he wore a love-struck smile, a hint of pride on his face, and explained:

“I was the one chasing her.”

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