It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 6

The plane trees on both sides of Wutong Avenue stood tall and straight, planted every five meters, trunks thick, branches lush, towering as high as a seven-story building. Walking down this road always felt like stepping into the gates of a palace, heading toward some sacred castle deep inside.

Pale moonlight spilled down, filtering through the dense layers of leaves. Together with the streetlights, it scattered star-like specks of light across the path.

A bicycle rode along the center of the avenue, carrying two girls, one in front and one behind. The dappled light danced across the younger girl’s body, like pearls and glass, dreamlike in its shifting glow.

Pei Suye rode steadily, avoiding every loose stone on the ground, her pace even and controlled. Ye Wanjia cautiously held onto the fabric of her skirt at Pei Suye’s waist, her curled fingers brushing against the faintly taut muscles of her abdomen each time she pushed down on the pedals.

Her muscles weren’t like the bulky stone-hard ones of a gym coach; they were lean and slender, without an ounce of excess fat. The thought made Ye Wanjia’s ears flush red as a sudden image surfaced—last night’s yuri manga, where the uke traced lines on the seme’s abs. The same kind of slender, firm muscles…

Her heart quickened. Guiltily, she pulled her fingers back a couple of centimeters, putting space between herself and that warm waistline.

Her mood felt like a vine spiraling up a stone pillar—climbing, circling, never reaching the top, just exhausting itself and leaving her restless and adrift.

She needed to say something. If not, her wandering thoughts would drift further into places they shouldn’t.

“Right—about that guy earlier. How’s the school going to deal with him?”

Pei Suye lowered her eyes, glanced at the fingers that had deliberately pulled away, and replied, “Expulsion.”

Ye Wanjia blinked in surprise. She had expected maybe a public warning, or a demerit at worst. “Expulsion? I thought, since he’s a freshman, the school might go easy on him.”

“He didn’t just target one girl. His behavior was pretty vile.”

That was fair. But in Ye Wanjia’s mind, these kinds of incidents rarely ended with a fair punishment.

“In my high school, a boy once filmed girls in the bathroom. The school only gave him a warning. Our teacher even told us not to isolate him over ‘a small mistake,’ because it might affect his college entrance exams.”

Later, the girl who had been filmed transferred schools in protest. It was her final year, and the move ruined her grades. Her college entrance exam didn’t go well—she’s now repeating a year. Meanwhile, that boy ended up at a prestigious university.

Cases like this weren’t rare. They were common enough that when Ye Wanjia heard the word “expulsion,” when she heard a punishment that truly fit, she felt almost grateful.

Hearing the melancholy in her tone, Pei Suye slowed the bike slightly and said softly, “The world isn’t fair. That’s why our effort right now matters.”

Warmth spread through her chest. “Mm. You’re right.”

Ye Wanjia tilted her head back, catching only Pei Suye’s elegant silhouette—dark yet distinct, wrapped in moonlight and lamplight, slipping through patches of glowing shadow.

Strands of fine hair whipped loose in the wind, brushing against her own cheek.

The summer breeze carried a faint fragrance from Pei Suye’s hair, drifting into her nose like the first white magnolia of spring.

For a second, Ye Wanjia wondered if all girls smelled this sweet. She tugged at her own collar, leaned down to sniff.

Nope. Just an illusion.

“All right, go up and get some rest.”

After helping her pick up the medicine, Pei Suye even escorted her to the dorm. If Wei Xiaoxiao hadn’t come down to fetch her, Pei Suye might have walked her all the way to the door.

Ye Wanjia smiled politely. “Thank you, President. I really troubled you today.”

A gust of night wind swept Pei Suye’s curls loose. With slender fingers, she tucked them behind her ear.

“You’re welcome. Go to bed early—you have class at eight tomorrow.”

“…Okay.” Ye Wanjia agreed instinctively, then caught herself. “Wait—President, how do you know I have an eight o’clock class tomorrow?”

Wei Xiaoxiao chimed in, fully embodying the role of a slacker: “We have class tomorrow?”

A flicker of unease passed through Pei Suye’s calm eyes, but it vanished almost instantly, replaced by her practiced poise.

“We’re doing class inspections tomorrow. College Chinese, at eight, right?”

Ye Wanjia stiffened. “R-Right, that makes sense. We’ll go up then. President, you should get some rest too.”

Pei Suye nodded. “Good.”

And with that, her graceful figure rode off on the bicycle, vanishing down the plum blossom path outside the dorm.

The breeze carried the lingering trace of her hair’s fragrance, slipping into Ye Wanjia’s heart.

From then on, Pei Suye no longer felt like a distant star in the heavens. She was a flower blooming high above. If Ye Wanjia tried hard enough, stretched on tiptoe, maybe—just maybe—she could reach her.

“Still staring?”

Wei Xiaoxiao waved a hand in front of her face, her sharp eyes curving with mischief.

“So, tell the truth—how does it feel to ride on the Great President’s back seat?”

Ye Wanjia’s lips curved shyly. “It… it was nice.”

Wei Xiaoxiao leaned in, gossip practically written on her face. “Did you feel the power of Nanzhou’s ‘Tyrant Princess’?”

“…Tyrant Princess?”

“Kind of like the top goddess in the girls’ circle—the type who can bend straight girls with a glance. That’s the President’s type. She attracts women way more than men.”

Thinking back on every time she’d seen Pei Suye, Ye Wanjia realized it was true. She hadn’t seen any guys chasing her, but she had once caught sight of a girl secretly slipping her a love letter.

“Everyone likes outstanding people.”

That was Ye Wanjia’s conclusion.

Wei Xiaoxiao sniffed out the sour scent of romance, threw an arm around her shoulders.

“So… that includes you?”

Ye Wanjia brushed her off, correcting, “I mean, I’ll work hard to become excellent.”

So that she’ll like me.

Wei Xiaoxiao blinked. Then blinked again. She stood frozen, dumbstruck, until Ye Wanjia hobbled into the elevator. Only then did it hit her, and she rushed after her.

“Wait—you mean you already like her? That fast? If this were a TV drama, we wouldn’t even be through episode one yet!”

“Youth isn’t a TV drama. No need to explain so much.”

Impulsive or excited, love always begins with something—a spark of curiosity, a flutter of attraction. Anything but flat calm could lead down the path of love.

Here and now, in this very moment, her heart raced because of Pei Suye.

Meanwhile, in high spirits, Pei Suye pedaled back to the Metasequoia Dormitory area. Its conditions were far better than the freshman dorms—still six girls to a room, but with private bathrooms and balconies.

When she pushed the door open, two roommates were still out with their boyfriends, two were gaming in bed, and one was working on her planner.

By the time Pei Suye had grabbed her things and gone to shower, the seemingly occupied roommates had all dropped what they were doing, scurrying together like hamsters.

“She’s even humming? Definitely suspicious.”

“My gut says—something’s up.”

“When I came back earlier, I saw Old Pei sending that freshman to the campus clinic.”

“That’s not unusual. Old Pei’s always helping people out.”

“But before that, she chased off some guy pestering the freshman. That’s suspicious, right?”

The three conferred briefly, then declared without hesitation: “Something’s going on.”

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