Chapter 55 – Holding the Senior’s Little Hand
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The student‑council turnover ceremony was in full swing, and Luo Ye’s eyes never left Su Baizhou.
The Fairy Senior, dressed in a formal suit, looked absolutely stunning.
She knew he kept watching her, and even while standing on the stage she felt a little uneasy. It wasn’t that she disliked being stared at—so many people were already looking at her. It was just Luo Ye’s gaze that gave her a strange feeling.
The occasion was solemn, so Su Baizhou had put on lipstick. She didn’t usually wear makeup, not because she cared about her looks but because she treated it as a style choice.
After finishing a speech, she instinctively pulled out her phone, opened the front‑camera, and checked whether any lipstick had smudged.
She reached into her pocket, pulled out the lipstick again, and reapplied it.
Having completed the small ritual, her expression hardened and she struck a dignified pose. She had to protect her image—so many eyes were on her, and she could not afford a slip‑up.
In truth, she had never stumbled in a setting like this, but this time something was different; a hint of nervousness crept in.
She glanced once more at Luo Ye and saw two cups of milk tea sitting on his table.
“Hmm… thoughtful,” she thought.
When she noticed him looking back, Luo Ye’s mood brightened instantly.
Tang Enqi, sitting beside her, whispered, “Luo Ye, I know Senior Su. Look, she was just staring at me a moment ago.”
Luo Ye guessed that during the last interview he had left a strong impression on Su Baizhou. After all, he was the freshman campus beauty; once Su Baizhou graduates, he will become the new campus queen, so it was natural for her to remember him.
“Do you know her?”
Luo Ye looked at Tang Enqi in surprise.
“Yeah, I was the one she interviewed.” Tang Enqi said proudly.
“Got it.”
Luo Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
Tang Enqi was the new freshman campus beauty; Luo Ye had assumed she and the Fairy Senior were close friends. If that were true, Luo Ye felt embarrassed, as if he wanted to crawl into a c***k in the floor—any of his high‑school stories could now reach the Fairy Senior’s ears.
Half an hour later, Tang Enqi reached out and habitually took one of the milk‑tea cups right in front of Luo Ye.
Luo Ye’s eyes widened.
“What the—why did you just grab it?”
Su Baizhou, still delivering her speech, noticed the scene and frowned; her once‑smooth delivery became stilted, her tone slightly forced. Others might not notice, but Luo Ye certainly did—she was angry.
Luo Ye quickly said, “Tang Enqi, that’s for someone else.”
Hearing that, Tang Enqi froze. Honestly, Luo Ye was sitting next to her and had two milk teas; she assumed they were for her.
“Who’s it for?” she asked, frowning.
“Her.”
Luo Ye glanced at Su Baizhou.
That tiny gesture did not escape Su Baizhou’s notice. Somehow the sudden flare of anger inside her dissipated a little.
Tang Enqi looked toward the stage, then relaxed and said, “Stop joking. Luo Ye, do you know who she is? Are you just making up a name? If you don’t want to give it, then don’t.”
“I know.”
“You know? That’s Su Baizhou—since she came to Jiang University she’s never had any rumors. She focuses only on work and study, never has any private interactions with boys. Even the excellent vice‑president Wen Zhi‑Shu can’t catch her eye. Don’t tell me you bought those teas for her?”
Tang Enqi didn’t believe him; she thought Luo Ye was just using someone as an excuse.
“I bought them for her. I like her. I want to chase her.”
Luo Ye admitted plainly.
Tang Enqi laughed. She had thought Luo Ye recognized her. After all, during the summer she’d brushed him aside, and after school started they’d met again without Luo Ye pressing any past promises. So Luo Ye left a good impression on her; he liked her because she was outstanding, and when she rejected him, he gave up because he knew his own limits.
Now Luo Ye was boldly declaring his love for Jiang’s top talent…
Seeing the mocking glint in Tang Enqi’s eyes, Luo Ye felt she had become a stranger. Perhaps she had always been that way—soft on the outside, proud inside. Luo Ye’s earlier infatuation had filtered out her flaws.
“Fine, you don’t like me anymore. Who you like is your business; I have no right to interfere. Good luck.”
Tang Enqi stopped answering Luo Ye and stared down at her phone. She even thought Luo Ye purposely bought two teas, placed them in front of her, and then claimed they were for Su Baizhou just to tease her.
They said nothing else; Luo Ye turned his full attention to the Fairy Senior on stage.
Soon the long turnover ceremony ended. From that moment Su Baizhou officially stepped down as student‑council president; when graduate exams began she would head straight to become Professor Gu’s graduate student.
After the event, people began clearing the venue.
Tang Enqi glanced at Luo Ye and said, “Weren’t you supposed to bring Su Baizhou milk tea? Good luck.”
In her eyes Luo Ye was just lying to annoy her—childish.
She left the stage area, and at the door Gao Yuming was already waiting for her.
Seeing that, Luo Ye sighed. Tang Enqi was still Tang Enqi, dazzling wherever she went, attracting swarms of guys.
But he had his own senior, and that was enough.
Soon Su Baizhou finished her duties and walked toward Luo Ye.
His face lit up, but the smile vanished the instant he saw who was following her.
It was the vice‑president, Wen Zhi‑Shu, a fellow senior‑year council member.
He wasn’t as dazzling as Su Baizhou, but he was still excellent—everyone regarded him as a model student.
Initially fans shipped him and Su Baizhou as a CP: a cold, decisive president and a gentle, caring vice‑president. After a year the ship died; Su Baizhou still showed no interest, but Wen Zhi‑Shu, tall, handsome, studious, and tender, remained single in his third year, so it was clear he still harboured feelings for her.
Luo Ye’s eyes turned dead‑fish‑like with obvious jealousy.
Behind Su Baizhou was also the senior who had once found him a seat—Yang Xing, another council member who got along well with Su Baizhou.
She waved at Luo Ye, lively and cute.
Su Baizhou stepped in front of Luo Ye.
She turned to the two behind her and said, “You two can leave.”
“Senior, dinner tonight? I’ll invite the rest of the council, we can have a farewell meal.”
“I’m not going.” Su Baizhou frowned.
She just wanted the two of them out of her way.
“Senior, we’ve all worked together for so long; even if you leave the council we’re still friends, right?” Wen Zhi‑Shu pressed.
“Not friends.”
Su Baizhou’s tone was cold. “You’re not in my major; we’ll have no more interaction. How can we be friends?”
“Senior…”
Seeing Wen Zhi‑Shu still trying to speak, Luo Ye stepped forward, grabbed Su Baizhou’s hand.
Yang Xing covered her mouth, eyes wide, looking like she’d just been hit with a fan‑service moment.
If anyone else tried that, Su Baizhou would have exploded.
But Luo Ye didn’t miss a beat. He held the Fairy Senior’s little hand, glanced seriously at Wen Zhi‑Shu, then turned and walked away.
The motion was almost cinematic, a little stylish.
Wen Zhi‑Shu stared dumbfounded.
A moment later Luo Ye returned, picked up the forgotten milk‑tea on the table, and went back to Su Baizhou’s side.
He again clasped her hand and walked off, nonchalant.
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