The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 13
Chapter 13: The Fountain – “Cry for me.”
Jiang Xiyao had never known that a fragment separated from her main body could undergo such a drastic mutation.
In the large classroom that could hold seventy or eighty people, she sat in the center, her jade-like left arm supporting her chin. Her expression, as she looked at the blackboard, was calm and indifferent, indistinguishable from the other serious students—
In reality.
The scene unfolding before her eyes was connected to the explicit action film playing in Xie Shiwei’s mind.
Jiang Xiyao watched with an expressionless face as the body being dominated, which had her exact features, displayed an expression she could never show: eyes glazed with lust and a flushed, aroused look.
The body was even making sounds she would never utter.
A low moan seemed to contain eighteen different trills.
[Senior is so amazing~ Your moans sound so good~]
Jiang Xiyao: “…”
No, even I wouldn’t make such a pretentious sound!
Jiang Xiyao silently endured this unsolicited private screening starring herself, believing she only needed to calmly ride it out.
Until the scene intensified, and the sensation in her palm transitioned from mere skin-to-skin contact to…
Negative-distance communication.
Jiang Xiyao couldn’t help but frown. She raised her right hand, which was currently clean and immaculate, and still looked flawless.
Yet, the sensation on her fingers was like suddenly testing the water in a hot spring; a humid steam clung to her, and a warm, melting temperature enveloped her—
But she knew very well that this was definitely not the feeling of stirring the surface of a hot spring.
Xie, Shi, Wei!
She ground her back teeth, astonished that Xie Shiwei, besides those little gadgets that could make one’s scalp tingle, had such rich experiences!
Who said single people have lonely nights? This custard bun’s nights are clearly too short; she can’t even finish playing with herself!
“Ah…!”
With a gasp from the beauty in the scene, Jiang Xiyao even saw a jet of water shooting toward where her face would be!
Jiang Xiyao: “?!”
What is that? Does she think this is a water-splashing festival? Or is she playing with a toy water gun?
Knowing it was an illusion, she still recoiled and tilted her head back in class, her expression darkening. She absolutely refused to be sullied by such inexplicable filth!
Not even if the person generating the filth had her face in the fantasy!
“THUMP—!”
A sound in the center of the classroom startled everyone.
The lecturing teacher paused. The current slide was discussing the philosophical development of Western art history in the 15th century.
He looked at the Art Department’s reportedly most talented special enrollment student: “Student Jiang Xiyao, do you have any objection?”
The other students, who were already stealing glances at her, now cast even more fervent looks her way.
Even Xie Shiwei was startled by the sudden noise and pushed up her glasses to curiously stare at Jiang Xiyao’s back.
[Senior Jiang is so impressive. She can even raise an objection in this complex class that I can barely keep up with even by frantically taking notes?]
Jiang Xiyao, who had nearly fallen and was now forced to stand up after colliding with the desk behind her: “…”
How am I as impressive as Xie Shiwei?
Her imagination is so rich she can turn people into a fountain.
Jiang Xiyao replied to the teacher expressionlessly: “No.”
She added: “It’s too stuffy with so many people in this row. I’ll go sit in the back.”
With that, she walked toward the last row of the classroom and sat down heavily, the sound of the chair scraping creating a gust of wind that happened to sweep over the back of Xie Shiwei’s neck.
“!”
Xie Shiwei gave a tiny shiver.
For her, the distance between the front and back desks was actually a very ambiguous one.
The person sitting in the back could brazenly watch the person in front writing, seeing their long hair fall over their shoulder, exposing a section of pale neck. If the skin was thin, they could even see the curve of the cervical bone.
This was the most unrestrained angle for a secret admirer.
While not as intimate as being a deskmate, lacking the heart-pounding threat of accidental contact with every movement, it was perfect for a timid person like Xie Shiwei, who wanted to hide composedly before being discovered.
She was already accustomed to gazing at Jiang Xiyao’s back, estimating the other’s mood from the flutter of her clothes and the lightness of her steps, and imagining the look of languid ease on that face from the way her silky black hair slowly slipped down.
But Xie Shiwei never imagined a day when Jiang Xiyao would sit right behind her!
[Thank goodness I washed my hair after coming back from the hotpot restaurant last night. It should, it should be clean, right? No weird smell? Never mind, Senior couldn’t possibly pay attention to a tiny speck of dust like me.]
Modesty is an overstatement.
Jiang Xiyao sneered. No other speck of dust had such a spectacular private film and dared to invite her to star as the lead.
[Ah, ah, ah, but it’s so embarrassing! Why is she suddenly sitting behind me? I can smell her perfume. It makes me too nervous to continue my fantasies!]
That’s exactly what I want.
Jiang Xiyao clicked her ballpoint pen repeatedly, the rapid rhythm carrying a dangerous, urgent feeling.
She stared intently at the back of Xie Shiwei’s head, her neck, and casually scanned every vulnerable spot, satisfied to see the involuntary goosebumps standing on end on the skin of the girl’s nape.
[But… but I hadn’t finished the most exciting part! I hadn’t started to press her with ‘Did he make you feel better, or was it me?’]
Hearing the ridiculous line of dialogue, Jiang Xiyao reached her limit.
“Click!”
Xie Shiwei felt her left glasses frame being lightly tapped from the side-rear.
The resulting vibration made her entire body tremble.
She reflexively raised her arm to protect herself, bending over her desk in class. After a while, she dared to look back from her arm-shield, timidly sending a look of inquiry.
Jiang Xiyao glanced at the face hidden beneath the large glasses.
Her nose was slightly sweaty, her eyes held a thin layer of moisture, making those clear, deer-like eyes brighter, and her cheeks were flushed with fright.
At first glance, anyone would assume Jiang Xiyao’s sudden movement had scared her.
Only Jiang Xiyao knew that this custard bun was just highly aroused by her own recent fantasy.
Not wanting to watch another film with clumsy actors and absurd scenes, she beckoned to Xie Shiwei with a subtle flick of her finger.
Indicating that she should come closer.
Xie Shiwei stared at that finger, so beautiful it seemed to glow, and swallowed hard.
She seemed unable to resist the temptation of that beautiful visage.
The next second, the old teaching building’s dismissal bell rang: “Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling!”
Xie Shiwei’s eyes instantly cleared. She grabbed her backpack and bolted out the back door, running without looking back!
Only her internal voice echoed in Jiang Xiyao’s mind:
[Ah, ah, ah, seeing Senior’s fingers up close definitely makes me want to be the Top!]
[But so what? Whether she chooses You Jiayi or Zhou Jiming, she’ll still be the Bottom!]
[Hehe, whoever those two idiots are that annoyed her, I won’t be her scapegoat! Hehe, who’s smarter than me? I could tell in an instant that Senior was angry!]
Jiang Xiyao: If you’re so smart, how come you haven’t realized that the person who annoyed me is YOU?
She remained seated, thinking about how Xie Shiwei treated her as the most terrifying presence whenever they weren’t in an actual scary situation, always running away—
She likes to run, does she?
She’ll see how many times this custard bun can still run away!
…
The Track Field
However, Xie Shiwei really couldn’t run anymore.
Freshman physical fitness testing started today, and the girls had to run eight hundred meters on the track field. Just thinking about it made her legs feel like noodles.
She had been busy with her part-time job and missed her roommates’ practice sessions during her few days in the dorms. Now, having skipped gym class for so long, she wondered if she could still get full marks.
Xie Shiwei slowly walked toward the track field, clutching her student ID, and lined up for the shortest queue: lung capacity testing.
But even the shortest line was long because the school’s lenient testing policy allowed students five chances to improve their scores. The people in front, dissatisfied with their readings, immediately asked to restart.
As the slow-moving line finally reached her, a low murmur suddenly came from the nearby height and weight recording line—
“Height 169cm, weight 52kg. Aren’t Jiang Xiyao’s measurements pretty standard?”
Some boys nudged each other with their elbows, discussing in low voices.
“No way, isn’t that over a hundred pounds? That’s quite heavy. She should lose weight.”
“She looks perfect, but she’s actually overweight? Hehe, look on the bright side, maybe that extra weight is in the right places?”
Xie Shiwei’s face puffed up with anger when she heard that.
A breathing tube was thrust into her hand: “Hurry up, student. I need to go to the cafeteria.”
She had no choice but to blow all her breath into the measuring device.
[What are they saying? What are they saying? These pale chickens who don’t exercise themselves dare to criticize my perfect Senior, who is flawless except for her temper, T#%…]
The rest of the voice grew smaller, suddenly becoming inaudible.
Jiang Xiyao’s gaze passed over the crowd and saw that the angry custard bun had blown too hard at the start, and the reading hadn’t climbed high enough. She was now holding her breath, her face flushed, struggling to maintain it.
Her distressed look made Jiang Xiyao inexplicably smile for a moment.
But she quickly frowned again—
What do you mean, “flawless except for her temper”?
Is that what a secret admirer says?
Jiang Xiyao narrowed her eyes in displeasure and walked straight toward her, ready to settle all their past and present scores!
But the girl, who was bent over in exhaustion from the lung test, was suddenly pushed by the recording senior sister toward the track: “The 800-meter line is empty now. You should go.”
Xie Shiwei watched helplessly as her student ID card beeped against the recorder. Absolutely unwilling to run five times just for full marks, she gritted her teeth, determined to succeed on the first try.
Halfway through the first lap, she saw a beautiful figure standing at the finish line.
Her eyes lit up instantly.
Xie Shiwei knew very well that Jiang Xiyao’s anger usually flared quickly and disappeared quickly, as people who offended her rarely survived five minutes.
She was certain that she was just unlucky in class to be chosen as a punching bag, and with so many admirers around the Senior now, Jiang Xiyao definitely wouldn’t notice her.
[Go! You V is the best! See your wife right there?]
[Is this a track? No, this is your wedding red carpet! Presenting the bride, Xie Shiwei, walk to the end of the carpet and claim your happiness—]
A cheerful wedding march started playing, and Xie Shiwei’s legs churned, almost a blur.
Just as a smile couldn’t help but form on her face, she noticed Jiang Xiyao at the finish line also staring at her, slowly curling her lips.
Wedding paused.
An inappropriate thought popped into Xie Shiwei’s mind:
Why does Senior’s smile have a ghostly, sinister quality?
Frightened, she didn’t dare stop running. She grabbed her student ID card as soon as she crossed the finish line and, ignoring the soreness in her legs, ran straight out of the track field area.
She only dared to gasp and pant after hiding in an empty corner of the nearby gym.
She sprawled out on the cold tile floor. After a long while, feeling a bit hypoglycemic, she took a piece of chocolate from her pocket and weakly mumbled:
“I really can’t run anymore. I’m never running again. I won’t run even if you kill me…”
“Oh? Is that so?”
A soft whisper drifted down from above, the pleasing tone echoing in the empty corner.
Xie Shiwei watched as the stunning face leaned closer, black hair descending like dense cobwebs, surrounding her from all directions.
She could only stare with wide eyes, her lenses only wide enough to reflect this one exquisite sight.
Until her hand was suddenly empty—
Jiang Xiyao snatched the chocolate, squeezed it between her fingers, and asked coldly: “Who gave you this?”
Xie Shiwei’s lips parted, stunned.
She finally knew why Senior Jiang was paying so much attention to her today—she was jealous!
Jealous that her fiancé gave an ambiguous gift to another girl!
That hateful Zhou Jiming, why did he give her such a misleading gift as chocolate? If this expensive thing wasn’t such a waste to throw away, and if food wasn’t so hard to sell on second-hand websites, she wouldn’t have eaten it herself!
Not wanting to be Jiang Xiyao’s love rival, Xie Shiwei’s face turned instantly pale, and she apologized frantically:
“S-s-sorry! Senior Zhou said it was just a souvenir… I was wrong. I’m not worthy of eating this. I overstepped. Please don’t be angry, Senior…”
[Ugh, I’m doomed, I’m really doomed this time!]
Jiang Xiyao listened to the incoherent apology, but her gaze was fixed only on the chocolate.
Because she sensed that a part of her body was inside that chocolate.
Although it was finely ground and not on the surface, Jiang Xiyao knew her feeling was not wrong.
—Where did Zhou Jiming get the fragment? And why did he give it to Xie Shiwei?
The chocolate, wrapped in gold foil, spun between her pale fingers but didn’t melt.
Jiang Xiyao looked at the girl’s face, drenched in sweat, which should have been flushed from over-exertion but was now bleached white from fright. Although she couldn’t get an answer immediately, her voice instinctively softened.
“It’s not that you’re unworthy.”
She paused, then added: “You cannot eat this.”
The fragment had no core consciousness, only the instinct to devour and assimilate.
While Jiang Xiyao was delighted to see Xie Shiwei “contaminated” by her, she suddenly didn’t want the girl to die in any other way before she changed.
She attributed this to wanting to taste Xie Shiwei’s most delicious emotion after she finally turned dark.
For that, any amount of waiting was worth it.
As for those insignificant men, she didn’t care whether giving the chocolate was meant as a prank, a way to see the results of someone eating it unprepared, or a deliberate attempt to sow misunderstanding between the girls.
Because men who were interested in her like that usually died horribly.
Jiang Xiyao slowly unwrapped the chocolate and, after eating the piece along with the fragment inside, held out her palm to Xie Shiwei again:
“Where’s the rest?”
Xie Shiwei blinked blankly.
She had witnessed Jiang Xiyao staring intently at the chocolate and then eating the whole thing with a look of reverence.
[She says it’s not that I’m unworthy, but she clearly thinks Zhou Senior’s chocolate is only for her and no one else can eat it QAQ. But I couldn’t afford it anyway. Oh, Senior’s possessiveness is really strong.]
She cautiously explained: “I really only brought one because of the fitness test, in case of low bl00d sugar. The rest are still safely at home. I definitely didn’t steal any.”
Jiang Xiyao looked deeply into her eyes: “Bring them to me tomorrow.”
“Oh, okay.”
The girl obediently agreed.
After a moment, realizing Jiang Xiyao didn’t seem to plan any more vengeful actions toward her, she struggled to sit up, leaning against the nearby wall, despite her legs feeling like jelly.
“Then, then Senior, I, I’ll be leaving?”
However, the person who had been standing beside her walked in front of her and stopped, then crouched down leisurely right between her slack, spread knees.
Her long skirt draped elegantly like a fringe.
“Xie Shiwei.” The stunning face entered her line of sight up close. Jiang Xiyao curved her lips, watching her: “You’re hiding from me again.”
Too, too close.
Close enough to not only smell the Senior’s perfume but also see the rate at which her eyelashes blinked.
Xie Shiwei reflexively held her breath, but the wall behind her was hard and cold, allowing her no retreat.
“I, I didn’t…” she explained, on the verge of tears.
Senior is the one who looks like she’s in a bad mood every time she comes to find me!
“It’s okay to hide—”
Jiang Xiyao, however, slowly said this.
As the girl looked at her in a daze, Jiang Xiyao slowly reached out her hand.
She was delighted to see the other’s eyes tremble and freeze, following her every movement. When her index finger gently rested on the edge of the glasses frame, Jiang Xiyao seemed to hear the girl’s heart beating a frantic rhythm.
She deliberately rested her finger there, then tapped it twice.
This time, she saw not only Xie Shiwei’s trembling pupils but also her suddenly clenched lower lip.
And a small gulp in her throat.
[D-don’t tap my glasses like that. It feels so, so strange… like I’m being flirted with…]
Hearing the anxious, timid thought.
The mood that sprang up in Jiang Xiyao’s mind was a response to the girl’s absurd internal monologue.
She had endured too much nonsense from Xie Shiwei.
The thought of getting revenge made her lips quirk up happily.
“But if you get caught by me, shouldn’t you be punished?”
Then.
Without waiting for the girl to react, Jiang Xiyao decisively snatched her glasses away!
She watched the glasses’ earpieces pull away a few strands of the girl’s messy hair. The thick, uneven bangs could no longer conceal her forehead due to the sweat, and those innocent, clear eyes looked back at her in frightened confusion.
Jiang Xiyao repeatedly admired this face, which, having had its tool for crime confiscated, could no longer emit any terrible internal voices and finally looked as pure as its surface.
After a moment, she still felt something was missing, still not completely satisfied.
She then held the glasses and used the slender black earpiece to trace a path down from the girl’s forehead, across her nose, then tapped her cheek, and finally, landed coaxingly on the corner of her eye.
“Xie Shiwei.”
She spoke with a charming smile, looking at her: “Cry for me.”