It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 55

After two weeks of review, Ye Wanjia ended up scoring a 93 in Animal Anatomy. Her other subjects were all above 85 as well. When the GPA was calculated, she ranked 5th in her major—overtaking her roommate Wang Zhaodi.

As for first place, it was still, without question, the undisputed top student, Jiang Shiyu.

And under Ye Wanjia’s tutoring, Wei Xiaoxiao, who was originally destined to fail, not only passed but even scored an impressive 85.

On the day before the holiday, Pei Suye treated the three of them to a celebratory meal. Afterward, the two couples strolled slowly along the riverside, hand in hand, fingers tightly interlaced. A gentle breeze rippled across the river, scattering starlight and moonlight onto the water, shimmering brilliantly—just like their dazzling, radiant youth.

That summer break, Ye Wanjia took on two tutoring jobs back in her hometown. Not only did she earn enough to help with household expenses, but she still had savings left over—her little “dating fund” for the upcoming semester.

Her father finally replaced his broken-down tricycle with a sturdier, faster one, no longer needing a brick to substitute for a parking brake.

Her mother’s condition also improved somewhat. Perhaps it was because she could see Ye Wanjia every day; her mood was lighter, and her complexion looked healthier than before.

“Ya Tou, my good girl. Tell Mom—are you in love?” Chen Meijuan had been observing her daughter for a week before she finally reached this conclusion.

“Eh?” Caught off guard, Ye Wanjia froze. “That obvious?”

Chen Meijuan’s eyes curved into smiling slits. “You’re always on your phone chatting, grinning at it every so often. That look—you’re exactly like me when I was dating your dad! Tell me, which lucky young man has caught my daughter’s eye?”

Ye Wanjia’s expression remained carefully neutral. “Oh, we just started. Nothing stable yet. I’ll tell you when it’s steady.”

Since she hadn’t come out to her parents, she didn’t want to describe Pei Suye’s qualities too much. She thought, When our relationship is stable, I’ll find the right time to let them know.

The two-month-long summer felt endlessly drawn out. Sometimes, when her parents were out running their street stall, she wanted to video call Pei Suye, but the poor network only gave her a choppy slideshow. At those times, Suye would mischievously send her screenshots from the call.

“What is that?!”

Ye Wanjia burst into helpless laughter. On the screen, her eyes had stretched into alien vertical stripes, her mouth was split in two—half on her face, half on her shoulder. Put together, the entire image couldn’t form one normal set of features.

Pei Suye laughed, eyes curving like crescents. “Looks pretty cute.”

Ye Wanjia fumed, embarrassed. “Cute my foot! Delete it!”

“Delete it? What a waste. No.”

“Your whole phone is full of my ugly pictures. You’re my anti-fan!”

“Even anti-fans are still fans. Still good for feeding my heart.”

“You’re awful, awful, awful—!”

Their playful banter echoed through the phone, their two voices filling the space as if they were twenty people. Listening to her flustered scolding, Suye’s smile deepened. She drew in a slow breath and called softly—

“Xiao Yezi.”

Ye Wanjia froze mid-outburst. In an instant, the roaring dinosaur turned into a quiet little dragon. “…What?”

On the other end, Pei Suye pressed her phone close, her voice tinged with greed. “I miss you.”

Buzz!

It felt like honey had been poured straight into Ye Wanjia’s chest—thick, golden, and sweet, overflowing little by little.

“Hehe…” With her head lowered, she picked at the hole in her apron with her fingertip, her voice soft and sticky. “I miss you too.”

“Just words.” Pei Suye sighed heavily in mock complaint. “You’ve been gone so long, and it’s only ever talk.”

Ye Wanjia gave a wry smile. Since when did she stop acting like a proper senior? “But that’s all I can do. I can’t exactly crawl through the internet cable to kiss you.”

“Who says you can’t?”

“What now? You planning to climb the wires?”

She was about to chide her again when, suddenly, through the receiver came a crisp—

Muah!

Pei Suye had kissed her across the distance of a thousand miles.

If it had been in a TV drama, Ye Wanjia would’ve rolled her eyes, mocking such scenes as childish—separated by distance, unable to touch, faking a kiss. How childish could you get?

But when it happened to her, her heart swelled with honey, heated and spreading warmth everywhere. She hesitated only a moment before lowering her head and planting a gentle kiss onto her phone.

Muah!

“Hehe…” Suye’s voice brimmed with laughter, so sweet it melted the air. “Xiao Yezi, I love you.”

Luckily it was only a phone call and not a video chat. Otherwise, her burning-red face would have been captured and added to Suye’s collection forever.

That night, on the fifteenth of the lunar month, the moon hung especially round—like a flawless jade plate in the sky.

By chance, Wei Xiaoxiao was at the observatory and took a high-definition photo of the moon.

[Wei the Big Laugh]: Look at this! Observatory pictures really are on another level!

**[Jiajia Charge On]: Mm. The cool breeze carries its message, and the autumn moon is boundless. **

[Wei the Big Laugh]: Huh? What’s that?

[Jiajia Charge On]: Nothing, just a line of poetry that came to mind.

[Wei the Big Laugh]: Tsk tsk tsk, making you poetic again, huh.

Ye Wanjia fell into thought. Yes—under the same bright moon and night sky, how could she not think of Pei Suye, far away in Nanzhou?

After a bit of small talk, she also snapped a photo of the moon, half hidden behind clouds, and sent it to Pei Suye. Along with it, she wrote the very line that had slipped out earlier.

[The cool breeze carries its message, the autumn moon is boundless.]

No preface, no explanation, no emoji. Just those eight simple characters.

That was the first half of the verse. Many people only knew that much. In fact, more people—like Wei Xiaoxiao—didn’t even know this half. To them, it was just meaningless romance.

Maybe Suye would be the same.

After all, she’d never joined the literature club. She liked words, but never penned them down like Ye Wanjia did.

The night breeze picked up, thinning the clouds. The moonlight grew brighter, bathing everything in a soft silver glow—pure, just like her heart.

Leaning on the second-floor balcony rail, her hair fluttering in the night wind, Wanjia wondered—Should I tell her the second half too?

Buzz! Buzz!

Just as she was thinking, her phone vibrated. She unlocked it, and WeChat popped up with Suye’s reply—

[“My lovesick longing, endless as years.”]

Her heart softened instantly, her frozen expression melting into rippling spring water.

At last, the summer break drew to an end.Ye Wanjia found a part-time job at school, giving her a good excuse to return early.

The day she went back, Pei Suye came to pick her up at the station. From fifty meters away, across the exit crowd, she spotted her at once.

A light purple T-shirt, white shorts, and long, straight legs. Even in flat sneakers, her 170cm frame stood out effortlessly.

“Senior!”

Amid the bustling crowd, one lively figure broke through, hopping as she waved.

“Over here.” Pei Suye waved back, her smile shining brightly.

And so, across the throng, they ran toward each other.

In our youth, our emotions burn like an undying flame, no matter how much it blazes.

In our youth, we also know little of parting. Only after being forced apart do we truly understand: To enter the gate of longing is to know the pain of longing. Longing unending, memory unyielding; short or long, it never ends.

That is why, when reunited, it feels like breaking through a thousand years of ice—into a rushing spring that pours into the sea.

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