Senior, You’re So Wonderful

In her sophomore year, Wen Yining only meant to help her club recruit new members. Instead, she got stuck with a persistent freshman.

He said, “Senior, I think you’re really pretty.”

She replied coldly, “Oh.”

He said, “Senior, I think you’re really impressive.”

She answered dismissively, “Mm.”

He said, “Senior, I think I really like you.”

She said, “...Are you crazy?”

Zhou Jiamu really was sick.

He had a condition called “feeling awful whenever he goes a day without seeing Wen Yining.”

He remembered all her habits:

Her milk tea with thirty percent sugar and no ice, the sweet-and-sour ribs from the third stall on the cafeteria’s second floor, and the third-to-last seat by the window on the library’s fourth floor.

Wen Yining complained that he was annoying, but she was starting to get used to having a chatty underclassman around.

Then one day, Zhou Jiamu didn’t come to class.

Staring at her phone, Wen Yining messaged him first for the very first time: “Where are you?”

His reply came at once: “Senior, did you miss me?”

Blushing, Wen Yining set her phone facedown on the desk.

Damn it, she really had fallen for him.

[Campus life × mutual pining × sweet from start to finish]