It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 48

After the student council found out, the news spread like wildfire. Soon, the entire college knew that Ye Wanjia and Pei Suye were together.

At first, Ye Wanjia felt a bit uneasy, sensing eyes watching her from all directions, sometimes accompanied by quiet whispers.

That day, Pei Suye had gone to attend an animal medicine event at another school, so Ye Wanjia had lunch with her roommate, Wei Xiaoxiao.

At the next table sat Du Qing, a girl from Pei Suye’s class who had been rejected after confessing to him, chatting with her roommates, “objectively analyzing” the relationship between Ye Wanjia and Pei Suye.

“Feels… pretty sudden,” Du Qing said, looking pale and despondent. Since learning about their relationship, she had cried herself to sleep nearly every night, and even by noon, her eyes were still puffy. Sitting among her three roommates, her fair face seemed pure and delicate.

“Xiao Qing, you’re just too thin-skinned,” one roommate said sympathetically, in a volume just enough for Ye Wanjia to hear.

“When it comes to pursuing someone, you have to have a thick skin. Don’t be shy, just go for it. Look at them—they got him in no time. But it also depends on the person. Someone like Pei Suye, so self-righteous, likes someone weaker than him to make himself feel superior. Essentially, it’s female version of male chauvinism. You’re excellent, even got a scholarship—he doesn’t like you because he doesn’t appreciate talent. It’s not your fault.”

The words grew sharper, but Wei Xiaoxiao couldn’t stand it. She looked up and saw Ye Wanjia eating seriously, chewing calmly as if nothing had happened.

“Wanjia, aren’t you mad?” Wei Xiaoxiao whispered, “They’re saying such awful things.”

Ye Wanjia remained unfazed. In fact, tasting the sweet-and-sour pork ribs lifted her mood.

“Why would I be mad? Suye likes me because I’m outstanding. Compared to her, someone who criticizes what she can’t get is just petty. I’ve never said a bad word about her or anyone who likes her. So, if we compare, I’m way more outstanding.”

Wei Xiaoxiao felt a new perspective open up in her mind and genuinely gave a thumbs-up: “Impressive… it really has to be you!”

Then she frowned, doubled over slightly, and clutched her stomach. “Ugh…”

Ye Wanjia put down her chopsticks. “What’s wrong? Stomach hurting again?”

Wei Xiaoxiao nodded painfully, struggling: “Can you… go back to the dorm and get my medicine?”

Ye Wanjia immediately got up, picked up her keys, and said, “Sure, wait for me!”

Once she ran out of the cafeteria, Wei Xiaoxiao’s stomach pain instantly vanished. Her face, once tight with discomfort, relaxed, turning cold and sharp. She pushed herself up from the table and approached the idle chatterers at the next table.

“What are the seniors talking about? So happy—include me too?”

Wei Xiaoxiao was Ye Wanjia’s best friend, and everyone in the college knew it. The group immediately went silent, and the one with the toughest temper snapped:

“None of your business, eat your food.”

“Oh, really?” Wei Xiaoxiao’s eyes darkened, and she leaned forward on the table, her hand pressing toward them. Her upper body bent slightly as her voice turned icy:

“If it’s none of your business, then don’t mouth off in front of me. Ye Wanjia can tolerate you because of her good temper. I’m different. If I hear another word about her… I will tear your mouth apart.”

Faced with four people confronting her at once, most would have backed down. Wei Xiaoxiao, however, grew bolder. She countered with a question:

“Really? Someone like me can even get into university—aren’t you jealous? Infuriated?”

“You—”

“—I am Ye Wanjia’s backup, a solid one. Don’t think I’m a weak little kitten—push me too far, and we can all just drop out together!”

Du Qing, feeling wronged, tears streaming down her pale face, asked, “Junior, I didn’t offend you. Why are you so hostile toward us?”

Wei Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes: “Please, stop pretending. White lotus girls are out of fashion. Nowadays, people like me—the so-called villainous supporting character—are in. No wonder Pei Suye doesn’t like you. You look harmless but secretly form little cliques and gossip about Ye Wanjia. How’s that? Your tongue is like a lever? Given a fulcrum, you can lift the whole world? You’re bad and stupid. Please, look at yourself—why doesn’t anyone like you? Do you have no clue?”

When it came to arguing, Wei Xiaoxiao could probably compete nationally. Not a single curse word, yet she infuriated her opponents.

Eventually, one of them tried to get physical but was held back by another, and Du Qing ran off in tears, leaving the others in retreat.

By the time Ye Wanjia returned with the medicine, Wei Xiaoxiao was pretending to be frail again, leaning on the table:

“Ye Wanjia, you’re so good.”

Gone was the fearless, one-against-four aura from moments ago.

When the college knew, the dormitory did too.

Due to a previous bracelet incident, the dorm had split into three factions: Ye Wanjia and Wei Xiaoxiao, Wang Zhaodi and two others, and the aloof top student Jiang Shiyu.

Wang Zhaodi often gave Ye Wanjia and Wei Xiaoxiao a hard time, but Wei Xiaoxiao always won their quarrels. One day, Wang Zhaodi tried to get back at her when Wei Xiaoxiao accidentally used her towel while washing her face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to take yours. I’ll buy a new one later to make up for it.”

Wei Xiaoxiao apologized politely as always.

But Wang Zhaodi made a big deal out of it, her tone icy:

“Wei Xiaoxiao, I have a boyfriend. Using my towel isn’t appropriate.”

Wei Xiaoxiao paused: “What do you mean?”

Wang Zhaodi directly asked: “Are you a lesbian?”

Finally realizing her implication, Wei Xiaoxiao smirked, tilting her head: “So what if I am?”

Wang Zhaodi explained: “Lesbians should keep distance from women, and I have a boyfriend.”

Wei Xiaoxiao’s tone went icy: “Heterosexuals, do you even look in the mirror? Check yourselves. Do you think I’d like you?”

Wang Zhaodi raised her voice: “Who knows? Lesbians only know what they want. Last time I saw you with Jiang Shiyu, kissing and gross! Disgusting! You’re disgusting! She’s disgusting! Wanjia’s disgusting! You’re the most disgusting people on earth! Jiang Shiyu wants to apply for grad school? Forget it! Meeting you is eight lifetimes of bad luck!”

Wei Xiaoxiao had never lost an argument—but when someone attacked the person she loved most, it felt like a knife in her heart. She was momentarily speechless.

Just as Wang Zhaodi thought she had won, a youthful yet calm voice came from behind—Ye Wanjia.

“Meeting the person you love is life’s greatest blessing.”

Ye Wanjia stepped into the bathroom, eyes resolute, holding Wei Xiaoxiao’s trembling hand.

“What are you doing?” Wei Xiaoxiao tried to push her away. Ye Wanjia, usually peaceful and rarely confrontational, was unwavering.

Ye Wanjia didn’t retreat. Like a guardian of sacred ground, she moved Wei Xiaoxiao slightly aside and stared at Wang Zhaodi, calm yet icy.

“From my perspective, everything takes on the color I perceive. Do you understand?”

She spoke evenly:

“What I am is how I see the world. If you find us disgusting, it reflects your own filth. You’ve been targeting me and Wei Xiaoxiao—I could tolerate that. But Xiaoxiao and Shiyu are happy together; it’s not your place to interfere.”

In that moment, her slight, delicate frame seemed monumental, radiating a warm light that touched hearts.

Friendship and love may differ, but both are sacred, deserving all the courage and strength to protect those we cherish.

That evening, in the small garden under the dorm, Wei Xiaoxiao hugged Jiang Shiyu and cried, recounting Ye Wanjia’s heroic deeds.

“Waaah, Wanjia was amazing! She completely shut down that Wang Zhaodi, her face went green, waaah—”

Jiang Shiyu comforted her, wiping tears with a tissue, her clever eyes flicking with curiosity:

“Who’s Wang Zhaodi?”

Wei Xiaoxiao was stunned: “What? You don’t know? We’ve been in the same dorm all this time…”

Then she shrugged: “Well, I guess it makes sense—you leave at 6 a.m. and return at 10 p.m., barely talk to anyone.”

Finally, a thought struck her: “Then do you even know who I am?”

Jiang Shiyu’s silent but tender kiss answered her. The kiss landed on her forehead, then her brow… right into Ye Wanjia’s heart, secretly watching.

“Hehe.” Ye Wanjia secretly took out her phone, aiming through the gaps in the wisteria: “Turns of fate, now it’s my turn to spy on you, hehe…”

Just as she gloatingly thought this, a low voice came from behind—it was Pei Suye, who had rushed back after his event:

“What are you spying on?”

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