The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: The Top – The Dead Custard Bun Really Wants to Be the Top This Time!

“Squeak.”

The heavy fire exit door was pushed open again.

You Jiayi’s face, initially anxious, brightened when she saw Jiang Xiyao: “I thought you had already left.”

The next second, her peripheral vision caught a figure still standing in the corner, and she instinctively frowned.

She turned with a guarded, scowling face, only to realize it was Xie Shiwei.

The girl was pitifully huddled in the corner, her face streaked with tears, her hair dishevelled, looking utterly abused. Even her glasses were missing… Oh, those ugly glasses were dangling from Jiang Xiyao’s fingertips.

You Jiayi swallowed the “What are you two doing?” that was about to come out.

It was obvious.

Her timid, unfashionable, and poor roommate, who couldn’t even successfully deliver a love letter, had somehow upset Jiang Xiyao.

Jiang Xiyao was probably just trying to torment her by taking her glasses and throwing them away.

But Jiang Xiyao always hated being touched and disliked initiating physical contact, even delegating her punishments to others. Just how badly had Xie Shiwei offended her?

You Jiayi was confused, but it didn’t stop her from wanting to help Jiang Xiyao.

She immediately took out a wet wipe, offering it to Jiang Xiyao while pointing to the glasses: “Give them to me.”

She was willing to help Jiang Xiyao discard that trash.

However, the beauty just stood there, observing the self-important girl with a mocking half-smile.

A moment later, Jiang Xiyao casually tossed the glasses back into Xie Shiwei’s palm. In her periphery, she saw the girl fumbling, clutching the glasses, and reverently examining them with her fingers.

It was as if she was afraid someone would do something terrible to her broken glasses.

Jiang Xiyao felt an inexplicable wave of annoyance, which she attributed to the untimely appearance of the interfering person.

She sneered, directing her anger straight at You Jiayi:

“Did I ask you to meddle?”

You Jiayi paused, then apologized gracefully.

In her previous twenty-six relationships, she had always been the willful one, but in her short time with Jiang Xiyao, she had developed a habit of being subservient.

She glared at Xie Shiwei in the corner out of spite but offered a flattering suggestion to Jiang Xiyao:

“Then, should I let you continue teaching her a lesson? I’ll just stand here and watch; I promise not to interfere.”

Jiang Xiyao’s dark eyes fixed on her with a chilling intensity:

“Who do you think I am, a monkey in a zoo? You’re expecting a free show?”

While You Jiayi was being scolded with every word she spoke, Xie Shiwei, now wearing her glasses, quickly slipped to the door, yanked open the fire door, and bolted back into the hallway.

Her heart was still pounding wildly as she escaped the college building.

She wasn’t sure if it was from running too fast.

Or if it was because of that strange compliment she heard earlier about her crying—

“You look quite pretty when you cry.”

When vision is severely reduced, hearing tries to compensate. Xie Shiwei even remembered the precise, drawn-out tone of each word, amplified by the stairwell, as it struck her eardrums.

Was she… complimenting me?

But the action of brazenly taking her glasses away reminded her of the students who used to pull her pigtails in elementary school.

Yet, her words lacked the slightest hint of malice that Xie Shiwei was familiar with.

But who compliments someone on how they look when they cry? And Jiang Xiyao never compliments people.

Xie Shiwei thought about it the entire way, unable to figure out what the sentence meant, and finally dismissed it as a hallucination caused by her emotional shock and the desperate attempt to hear clearly without her glasses.

Forget it. I should focus on what to do about the afternoon incident.

…

The Unspoken Protection

5:50 PM.

Xie Shiwei arrived at the track stadium grandstand early, pretending to read a book. She tried to reassure herself, You Jiayi saw the Senior today; she must have warned her, but was still worried about a new complication.

More students than usual gathered on the track field, their backpacks noticeably bulging. Xie Shiwei’s sharp eyes spotted several people sitting in front of her, unzipping their bags and showing off the camera lenses they brought.

“I came prepared. My phone settings are tuned, and I have a dedicated portrait lens. Everything is brand new. If something actually goes wrong… I can still ask the merchant for compensation, hehe.”

“Nice, bro, I’ll learn from you! We have to expose the monster and not take a loss, right?”

Xie Shiwei was appalled by their lack of morals.

But fate seemed to have ignored her prayers. Just then, the familiar figure appeared on the road outside the fence, heading toward the field.

Sitting on the outermost edge, Xie Shiwei saw You Jiayi following right behind Jiang Xiyao.

—Did You Jiayi also fail to dissuade her?

Hearing this conjecture, Jiang Xiyao curved her lips. The fragmented internal monologue of her prey drifted in.

[Given how awful your attitude was to me today, I’m not going to tell you about this.]

[It’s a good thing, though, because I suspect that, for someone so beautiful yet so heartless to everyone, you might be a heartless monster.]

[Of course, if you turn out to be an innocent passerby, a fragile beauty suffering a close-up photo attack, I’ll step in, shield your face with my jacket, and lead you away! You’ll be so touched then, won’t you?]

The curve of Jiang Xiyao’s lips widened, mixing with disdain and mockery.

But she thought:

You clumsy custard bun, why would you think everyone is like you?

The woman’s ink-black eyes glanced toward the track field, as if she could already hear the annoying “click” sounds.

She intensely disliked certain human technologies, which could capture her true form if she wasn’t careful, making her want to burn every single one of them.

But Jiang Xiyao did not stop her steps forward.

Three steps, two steps, one step.

The moment her beautiful embroidered shoe crossed the track field threshold.

“Sizzle…” The high-mounted loudspeaker on the field screeched: “Attention, attention—”

“Due to an emergency situation, the entrance and exit of the track field area are temporarily closed. All students are asked not to enter. Students already on the field, please follow instructions for an orderly evacuation.”

Xie Shiwei, sitting in the grandstand, saw several figures in suits block Jiang Xiyao’s path, and she recoiled from them with a look of disgust.

Xie Shiwei followed the other students toward an exit under the instruction of a teacher with a megaphone. Glancing back and seeing that Jiang Xiyao couldn’t enter, she couldn’t help but smile.

Sorry, Senior Jiang. Even if you love being photographed, let’s stick to normal occasions next time.

“Phones, cameras, or small recording devices. Hand over anything you have that can take a picture.”

In the underground passage, teachers guarding the exit sternly checked every student.

Xie Shiwei was scolded before she could wipe the smile from her face:

“What are you smiling about?”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to! Jealous because she’s good-looking, right? Trying to take ugly photos of her? I see how you look; studying is the only way to change your fate, not by ostracizing others. Understand?”

Xie Shiwei was used to such judgments and didn’t argue, dutifully handing over her phone.

“Yes, Teacher, I know I was wrong.”

Checking phone galleries, hidden folders, cloud drives, and various hidden apps was time-consuming and exhausting. By the time Xie Shiwei finished writing a reflection essay and left the track field, the moon was high in the sky.

A few students who had received demerits for their excessive remarks in the anonymous chat were gathered nearby, angrily asking each other:

“I swear, I’ll find out who leaked the information!”

Xie Shiwei subtly slowed her steps.

However, someone pointed a finger in her direction: “Look, isn’t that him?”

She instinctively widened her eyes and froze, caught between dropping to the ground and running away. Then, she saw a few boys narrow their eyes in her direction:

“Damn it! How could it be him? Didn’t they say he went home for an internship in his senior year and wasn’t at school?”

“But he’s still the student council president! The gym next to the track field was donated by his family. If he wanted to mess with us, it would just take one word to the principal!”

“If I had known he was still around, I wouldn’t have come today for anything.”

“Who is it? Who is it? I’m only a freshman. I was almost expelled. Let me die knowing who it was!”

“Zhou Jiming, Jiang Xiyao’s biggest obsessed fan club leader. Have you heard the story about someone being so stunned by Jiang Xiyao that he gouged out his own eyes? That’s him. See, the one with the cloth over his eyes.”

Xie Shiwei was stunned. Only then did she turn her head to look.

By the road under the moonlight, a tall, slender young man in a striking white suit, his eyes covered with a silk cloth, leaned on a thin cane, smiling and bowing towards a car door that had just opened.

With just one look, Xie Shiwei knew Jiang Xiyao was sitting in the car.

Thinking of the backed-up submission files she had saved on her computer earlier, she thought, I probably won’t need them now, right?

That’s good.

Xie Shiwei turned and walked toward the dorms. All the way, that scene was inexplicably playing in her mind.

She tried to be a critical hater and find flaws in Zhou Jiming, only to realize that he was not only richer and more powerful than her, but his love for Jiang Xiyao was also more fervent and intense.

Before entering the dormitory, Xie Shiwei looked up at the moon again.

It was cold and noble, just like Jiang Xiyao.

Many people in this school, when the bright moon hung high, hated her for “not shining only on me,” or hated her for “not shining on me alone.” In short, their love was as intense as their hatred.

But Xie Shiwei couldn’t feel such intense emotions. She only hoped:

As long as this moon hangs high, as long as it exists, that’s enough.

…

The Shared Chocolate

What Xie Shiwei didn’t expect was that she would soon meet this guy, the one who seemed most compatible with Jiang Xiyao to date, again.

Her counselor knew about her family situation and specially introduced her to a tutoring job that paid a thousand per hour, one-on-one. The tutoring location was Zhou Jiming’s house.

Riding her scooter for half an hour, from the foot of the mountain to the summit, and learning that the entire mountain belonged to the Zhou family, Xie Shiwei felt like a country bumpkin entering a grand manor.

She had thought that Tang Hui’s multi-story villa was already lavish.

Dull and dusty, as she entered the Zhou family’s magnificent estate, the vast ceiling height made her feel like a tiny speck of dust.

However, the butler was highly professional. Knowing she was there to tutor Zhou Jiming’s younger brother, he showed no surprise at her clothes, and even paused during a walk down a certain corridor to introduce things to her:

“The items displayed here are all collected by the young master from around the world.”

The butler’s face showed pride: “This is the famous mummy previously exhibited by the European royal family…”

Xie Shiwei: Gag!

She pinched her thigh hard, forcing her eyes upward to avoid being scared by the bizarrely shaped mummy limbs in the glass case.

Xie Shiwei chanted frantically in her mind: ‘One thousand per hour! One thousand per hour!’ relying entirely on her desire for money to overcome her fear of rich people’s taste.

Her face was pale and her legs were shaking after walking down that corridor. When the butler, thinking she was unwell, poured her hot water, she caught a glimpse of a plaster cast arm in her periphery.

It was said that Zhou Jiming had spent a fortune to hire a master artist to replicate Jiang Xiyao’s golden right hand from memory, and it was his favorite collectible.

But perhaps because it was too realistic, Xie Shiwei kept having the illusion that it was actually Jiang Xiyao’s hand being exhibited.

Consequently, even after finishing the tutoring session with Zhou Jiming’s younger brother, she felt like her soul hadn’t quite returned to her body.

“Knock, knock.”

The open bedroom door was politely knocked on.

Xie Shiwei turned around to see the young man in the suit and the silk cloth standing in the doorway:

“Ms. Xie, right? I just heard that you’re a bit timid and were scared by my collection. I came specifically to apologize.”

She quickly stood up: “No, no, please just call me Xie Shiwei. It’s just that I don’t understand art!”

Zhou Jiming smiled slightly: “I heard that you were at the track field a few days ago during the event they organized?”

Is he planning to settle accounts for Senior Jiang?

Before, Xie Shiwei didn’t explain because she was afraid of inciting public anger. Now, if she didn’t explain, she’d offend her boss. Unable to afford offending either, she could only give a timid answer:

“I was just passing by to read. I genuinely had no idea about that event.”

“I have absolutely no ill will toward Senior Jiang. Please don’t misunderstand, Senior Zhou!”

The young man in front of her paused, oddly repeating a phrase:

“…Absolutely no ill will?”

Xie Shiwei was confused, nodding forcefully. Remembering he couldn’t see, she also strongly vocalized: “Mhm! Mhm!”

Zhou Jiming was silent for a longer period this time. When he was expressionless, even with the silk cloth symbolizing his disability covering his eyes, the sharp edges of his features retained a cold, cutting intensity.

It made Xie Shiwei feel that the gentle figure by the car under the night sky last night was merely her own illusion.

But the person soon smiled again: “In any case, it was my fault for scaring you. You taught the class very well just now. I just returned from abroad, so please take some of these pastries and chocolates home to eat.”

“They’re all flavors Xiyao likes. You should try them too.”

Are the flavors Senior Jiang likes something I can afford to taste?

Xie Shiwei tried to refuse.

But when she left, she found that the ribbon on the chocolate box had been tied into a knot on her scooter basket. She had no choice but to ride her scooter, wobbling, to the downstairs of her apartment building to continue her part-time job.

What is this?

She thought, I’ve already accepted that I’m an NPC, merely background for the protagonists, the darlings of fate like Senior Jiang and Zhou Jiming. Why do these rich people, who are destined to be together, have to make a poor person like me witness it firsthand?

Is this just regular chocolate? No! These are their wedding favors given to me in advance!

And they’re forcing them on me!

How awful! Is it because I didn’t say some nice, auspicious words of blessing today that he felt this beautiful love wasn’t fully appreciated, so he had to rub their happiness in my face?

Xie Shiwei got angry for a second.

She found out the next day in class that the anger only made her work harder. Last night, she had unconsciously helped carry heavy pots at the hotpot restaurant, and now both her arms were shaking from overuse.

Her notes were scribbled illegibly, but luckily it was an elective class.

…

The Fantasy of the Top

Sensing Xie Shiwei’s anger was about to vanish, the hair clip on her head paused subtly.

It had grown accustomed to the prey’s miserliness.

Now, it was faced with a choice: a plate of visually and aromatically appealing anger, like “vegetable fried rice,” or a constantly available source of lustful thoughts, which, while technically “meat,” was a weird, evil kind of “West Lake Vinegar Fish.”

It hesitated fiercely for a moment.

Ultimately, the instinct to follow the main body and feed on meat won out. The hair clip dropped to Xie Shiwei’s neck—

[Damn it, do you really think a wimp like me is easy to bully? Zhou Jiming, you haven’t married the Senior yet! Everything is still uncertain until you’re married, understand?!]

Jiang Xiyao, who had listened to Xie Shiwei’s cursing for several hours yesterday, raised an eyebrow when this thought popped up.

She was idly resting her chin on her hand in the front row. She couldn’t remember the man’s name—the one so hypocritical that his inner thoughts were a silent black hole—but the custard bun’s loud ranting last night forced her to remember the name.

She thought Xie Shiwei should really get her eyes checked.

Which eye saw them as a good match? Married?

Can’t this custard bun’s taste be as normal as her looks?

Jiang Xiyao had initially planned to confiscate her glasses if she heard any more nonsense today, but now she decided to patiently wait for her so-called “revenge.”

However, Jiang Xiyao quickly regretted her patience.

[Hmph, you think I can’t do anything just because my hands are shaking?]

Yes, you can’t. But you can lie down and be the bottom.

Jiang Xiyao had anticipated her response and closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose, not knowing what she was hoping for.

But the moment she opened her eyes, she realized something was wrong—

A mist had suddenly appeared around her.

The teacher on the stage and the surrounding classmates were separated by the mist. In the center of the mist, she was lying down.

The next second, Jiang Xiyao’s perspective was suddenly pulled to directly above the prone figure. She saw herself lying there, with scattered black hair, tempting lips, and a sexy red mole.

Jiang Xiyao: “?”

She was still wondering what kind of illusion this was when she heard that familiar voice.

[Woman, today, right here, I’m going to totally top you!]

Did she eat psychedelic mushrooms in the cafeteria today? Why is her fantasy visual?

Jiang Xiyao’s eyes widened in astonishment. She quickly saw a hand reach out from her perspective, condescendingly stroking the beautiful, perfect face of herself in the fantasy.

As the corresponding sensation appeared in her palm, she acutely realized something was wrong from this aerial view.

The dead custard bun actually wants to be the Top this time!

But from Jiang Xiyao’s perspective, this meant only one thing: She was topping herself!

I didn’t provoke Xie Shiwei, did I?!

However, as the identical face beneath her slightly parted its lips, looked up shyly, and let out a soft “Ying,” it was too late—

She could only watch helplessly as the hand slid from the cheek to the neck, then moved towards the neckline.

The familiar voice was in her ear.

[Remember to be loud later, baby. But no matter how much you cry or beg today, I won’t let you go.]

Jiang Xiyao: “…”

The surrounding mist completely obscured the other people in the classroom, making it impossible for her to stop the culprit.

She could only despairingly contemplate calling the police while watching the hand slowly pull open her black silk collar until the carefully sculpted lines of her body began to be revealed…

Jiang Xiyao’s thoughts paused abruptly as she was forced to look down at her collarbone.

Though the shape was perfect…

Her bust size was bigger than that.

I knew it. This custard bun has terrible eyesight.

Jiang Xiyao, in that moment, became an emotionless art teacher, critiquing the parts of Xie Shiwei’s fantasy that didn’t match her real body.

My waistline is better than that. My belly button doesn’t look like that, and my thighs should be thinner…

The version of herself in the fantasy was so clumsy, like a flawed, low-quality counterfeit, that Jiang Xiyao’s sense of immersion drastically reduced. She was about to coldly observe this substandard scene when her gaze slowly settled on the inner thigh—

Still delicate and pale.

But… hmm…?

No hair?

Jiang Xiyao was occasionally lazy when shaping her physical body, even skimping on internal organs. Not to mention minute details and specific structures, as these prey only felt malice towards her anyway.

Yet, in this instant, she couldn’t help but stare at that smooth, delicate, pale-pink, perfectly small and cute spot, contemplating:

Given Xie Shiwei’s wimpish tendency to only use her energy on herself, how did she manage to remember this specific detail so clearly and completely?

Unless she had seen it often.

So…

Jiang Xiyao narrowed her eyes meaningfully.

Whose body does this part resemble more? It’s so hard to guess.