The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Playing the Violin

“The person Jiang Xiyao worked so hard to get, but still couldn’t have…”

Xie Shiwei shuddered all over.

In the midst of Jiang Xiyao’s cold and merciless interruption, she desperately realized she was just a hair’s breadth away from climaxing again—

She snapped out of it, sniffled, and consoled herself.

It’s better to be moderate; it’s good for the body. Otherwise, if I see Chuchu next time and my good friend’s self-taught medical skills have improved, she might even figure out my daily frequency. Where would I put my face then?

However, even with that thought, her reply to Jiang Xiyao was tinged with resentment.

Resentful and timid: “…I won’t take it off.”

Jiang Xiyao almost thought she misheard: “What did you say?”

Her dark eyes stared at Xie Shiwei like a pool of solidified ink.

But Xie Shiwei knew this was the prelude to Jiang Xiyao’s anger, so she shrank her neck, hid the hand wearing the Buddha beads behind her back, and repeated honestly and submissively, like a quail:

“Won’t take it off.”

Sister Jiang was certainly beautiful, but that beauty was only enough for Xie Shiwei to admire during her years in university.

The only person who was willing to shop with Xie Shiwei in those cheap underground malls and didn’t mind her poor electric scooter was her good friend Chuchu, so Chuchu was more important.

Although Jiang Xiyao couldn’t hear her inner thoughts at the moment, she was already about to explode.

“You’re refusing me—” The beautiful woman’s stunning face instantly twisted, even the red mole’s color grew more vivid—”for the sake of this ugly thing?!”

Xie Shiwei stared blankly at the sight of her anger.

It’s unbelievable how happy it would be to be fiercely dominated by the enraged beauty, viewed from this angle.

Having unilaterally decided on tonight’s daydream material, Xie Shiwei belatedly and secretly touched the Buddha beads again.

…Is it really that ugly?

It’s actually quite lustrous! Yesterday, the more she looked at it, the more she felt it had a low-key, luxurious elegance. No wonder it managed to trick Chuchu’s mom out of 200,000 yuan.

She knew, however, that Jiang Xiyao was not poor like her and had seen plenty of good things. So, of course, Sister could tell at a glance whether the bracelet was real or fake!

Her eyes held a hint of admiration, but Xie Shiwei’s protection of the “cheap” Buddha beads remained firm: “This was a gift from my very, very good friend.”

She paused, then answered the initial query: “Perhaps its intrinsic value isn’t high, but the sentiment it holds is very precious to me.”

“…Low value?”

Jiang Xiyao’s expression turned strange.

Perhaps a thousand years ago, this magical artifact, which could resist her allure and block her ability to spy on inner voices, might only be considered a minor item. But now, this life-saving treasure was hard to obtain even with cash.

However, she had no intention of correcting Xie Shiwei’s perception. Her face was gloomy, and she questioned in a cold voice:

“Are you sure you won’t take it off?”

Xie Shiwei discovered another one of Sister’s good points.

Though her temper was terrible, and her aesthetic standards were extremely high and picky—she couldn’t tolerate cheap, ugly outfits and wouldn’t allow people to wear fakes—she only questioned her angrily and wouldn’t physically force anyone.

Oh right, Sister doesn’t like touching cheap things, and she doesn’t like casually touching other people either—

What a good habit.

Xie Shiwei sighed inwardly, but then saw Jiang Xiyao, who hadn’t received an answer, suddenly change her mind and turn to leave without hesitation.

Pop… pop…

Faint, fragmented sounds of skin tearing came from various parts of her body.

Jiang Xiyao closed her eyes, only having time to press the most obvious spot below her ear. Desperate for the nourishment of human malice, she quickly retreated into the crowd, where she suddenly heard a voice.

【What exactly is the relationship between Xie Shiwei and her? That day during the fitness test, she looked like she was just passing by, but the only thing she did was help Xie Shiwei stretch. Even if Jiang Xiyao’s personality changed, why would she choose Xie Shiwei?】

【There must be a secret I don’t know about that inconspicuous, clumsy, and self-effacing junior. She looks quite fun, anyway. Teasing her won’t be a waste of time.】

Jiang Xiyao calmly opened her eyes. Amidst the numerous inner voices, she pinpointed the person.

As the admirers discovered her and flocked towards her, shouting her name, Jiang Xiyao also saw the person instinctively show a friendly smile, then wisely turn away and leave with their head down.

She continued to stare at that retreating back.

When the admirers curiously looked towards the end of her gaze, Jiang Xiyao finally spoke lazily: “Who is that person?”

“Le Qiong? She’s a senior in the Music Department. Before you came, she was the school beauty, right? Her family’s quite poor, and she’s friendly to everyone—of course, she can’t compare to you. You’re much more refined than her.”

“Exactly! What are light or bold features compared to your divine looks, Xiyao?”

Jiang Xiyao glared coldly at the sycophant pouring on the compliments:

“Did I ask you that much? Take back the dog barking at the end.”

Did she really need these ugly toads to comment on her looks?

Ignoring the venomous gaze now directed at the flatterer, Jiang Xiyao simply looked down in irritation.

…Stupid custard bun, didn’t she already put on the ugly glasses and the ugly clothes? Why is she still such a magnet for people?

Yet, some people and things just can’t resist being talked about.

A few hours later, Jiang Xiyao coincidentally witnessed Xie Shiwei and Le Qiong chatting and laughing together again.

Xie Shiwei hadn’t expected that while running an errand for her advisor, she would run into Sister Le Qiong, who just happened to be rehearsing at the activity center.

She had initially thought that with her busy part-time work schedule, she’d have no chance to listen to Sister Le’s violin performance. But now, she’d stumbled upon Sister Le practicing for the “Campus Top Ten Singers” competition.

“What a coincidence, running into you again.” The girl leaning by the window smiled as she put down her violin, waving at Xie Shiwei and calling out gently: “Little Junior.”

It was a very simple address, but Xie Shiwei felt a strange itch in her ear.

She scratched it curiously, returned a friendly smile to Le Qiong, hesitated, and then cautiously walked a couple of steps closer, waving her hand: “Hello, Sister.”

Le Qiong walked up to her, took her wrist, and asked affectionately: “Could I bother you for a few minutes? My friend and I were just discussing which piece to choose. Could you do us a favor and listen?”

Xie Shiwei stiffened at her action.

Because few people ever approached her willingly, Xie Shiwei realized for the first time today that she was actually quite uncomfortable with someone’s sudden touch.

People say you start to resemble the person you like. Has she already been infected by Sister Jiang?!

Le Qiong noticed her stiff gaze, slightly loosened her grip, and was surprised by her innocence. Her smile deepened, but she pretended not to notice: “Oh? Your Buddha beads, the quality is quite good, they look nice.”

Seeing that Le Qiong hadn’t noticed the beads were fake either, Xie Shiwei immediately felt a sense of camaraderie with her as fellow poor people: “This was a gift from my good friend.”

She paused, then replied to the earlier invitation: “I… don’t know much about music, and I don’t have much aesthetic sense, so I probably can’t help.”

Le Qiong looked at her, smiling: “Why say that? Not many students voting in the finals are from the Music Department. But popular taste is what we’re looking for, right? Just a few minutes, come on?”

Xie Shiwei now had no room left to refuse.

Le Qiong thoughtfully gave her a cushion to sit on, then immersed herself in playing the violin.

Truthfully, Xie Shiwei’s attention wasn’t on the melodic violin music at all.

She was looking at Le Qiong’s long hair, which was loose and lifted by the breeze in the sunlight as she played. She couldn’t help but wonder how enchanting Jiang Xiyao’s cold, silky black hair would look if she were the one playing the violin.

And Sister Jiang’s slender fingers, like ice jade, resting on the dark brown body of the violin—

Wait.

Why play the violin? Is it okay if Sister Jiang’s beautiful fingers just play me?

Xie Shiwei self-solicited herself, starting to imagine Jiang Xiyao’s fingertips as strings, lightly plucking and strumming the “large and small pearls” on her body, making her tremble continuously…

Le Qiong glanced towards her “special audience” midway, noticing that Xie Shiwei was cupping her cheeks and gazing at her with a look of infatuated admiration. She couldn’t help but smile proudly.

Outside the music room door.

Jiang Xiyao, who just witnessed this scene, froze, like a static painting.

Her pitch-black eyes were lightless, like a black hole capable of sucking in everything. This blackness even seemed to subtly flow out of her, threatening to engulf everything.

Le Qiong’s inner voice kept pouring into her mind.

【She’s already mesmerized by me? What an easily fooled junior, so cute. She’ll definitely be the type who does whatever I tell her to, right?】

【Even though her looks are a bit plain, and she’s nearsighted, it doesn’t matter. I don’t need to sleep with her. If I just show a little vulnerability and pity, she’ll work very hard to earn money to support me, right?】

【Perfect. I’m already tired of this violin and want a new one. I heard she tutors at Zhou Jiming’s house, she must be earning a lot…】

“Jiang Xiyao.”

The Head of the Publicity Department called out to her: “What are you looking at?”

Jiang Xiyao glanced scornfully at Le Qiong. Her lips parted, spitting out a harsh word: “Slut.”

“…”

The door was only slightly ajar, and the Head only saw Le Qiong’s elegant and refined appearance as she played with her eyes lowered. He felt a moment of pity for her, but that pity vanished when he turned back to Jiang Xiyao.

“Haha, don’t use such harsh words. But, if you really can’t stand her, why don’t you consider beating her on stage? Although the preliminary rounds are over for this year’s competition, if you want to join, I’ll change the list immediately.”

Jiang Xiyao clearly heard the shift in his inner thoughts.

But what she was thinking was:

Xie Shiwei is different from these hypocritical, brain-dead single-celled people who just assume women are in a sexual competition. She can only see the good side of others.

So—

Xie Shiwei must also think this Le Qiong is beautiful and kind-hearted, pitiful and adorable?

Jiang Xiyao slowly shifted her gaze.

When she clearly saw the expression on Xie Shiwei’s face, she wished for the first time that she was blind.

Dead custard bun, who are you looking at with that face full of lust?!

If there hadn’t been a prey nearby providing hidden malice, the speed at which Jiang Xiyao’s skin was tearing apart would not have given her time to repair it.

The sound of cracking, like beans popping, made the Head curiously look outside the window at the end of the corridor.

He didn’t see any locust trees.

But it didn’t stop him from using it to strike up a conversation with Jiang Xiyao: “Did you hear something?”

Jiang Xiyao ignored him, just staring intensely at Xie Shiwei.

She had seen this person’s physiological reaction too many times, both in her fantasies and in reality.

Whether by listening to the changes in Xie Shiwei’s breathing or observing the way her face flushed red, Jiang Xiyao knew her minutes-long constitution like the back of her hand.

Now, watching Xie Shiwei’s captivated gaze on Le Qiong, she couldn’t help but speculate darkly:

What does Xie Shiwei like about Le Qiong? Her face?

Why? Does she like the innocent type? Why look at Le Qiong? Is it that hard for this fool to take off her glasses and look in the mirror?

Or does she like those hands that play the violin?

Jiang Xiyao casually glanced at Le Qiong’s slightly deformed right index finger and the calluses on her left fingertips, which were pressing the strings.

Even without hearing Xie Shiwei’s inner voice, she could guess based on that girl’s perverted nature: The dead custard bun must choose the calluses, right?

But why be jealous of someone else’s? Hasn’t she worked enough part-time jobs? Doesn’t she have her own? She usually seems so enthusiastic about DIY, with so many tricks, right?

Jiang Xiyao grew angrier the more she thought.

Seeing that Xie Shiwei was so focused and immersed that she was about to climax right along with the musical high point—

“Bang!”

She expressionlessly kicked the door open.

Wants to climax while looking at someone else’s face? Today, she’d make sure Xie Shiwei never experienced an orgasm again.

Just as Xie Shiwei’s heart jumped from the shock of Jiang Xiyao’s sudden arrival.

In the fire escape of the activity building.

A woman’s voice sounded tiredly: “See, I told you. To know Jiang Xiyao’s whereabouts, all you have to do is watch Xie Shiwei. Wherever Xie Shiwei is, Jiang Xiyao will go.”

If Xie Shiwei could hear this voice, she would recognize it as You Jiayi, who had been skipping class and missing since the trip to the suburbs.

But even if Xie Shiwei were called over, she probably wouldn’t dare to recognize the current You Jiayi.

Because You Jiayi was utterly disheveled.

Her usually meticulously cared-for silver hair had faded into coarse, frizzy, dull yellow. Her clothes were wrinkled, and even her limited-edition shoes were covered in sewage, filthy.

You Jiayi had been having the worst luck lately.

Those few students from the School of Management who developed paranoid delusions during the trip—screaming hysterically that they had killed Jiang Xiyao—had escaped from the mental hospital and even found her!

These maniacs, who had heard somehow that she had threatened Xie Shiwei with calling the police at the campsite, tracked her down and designated her as the traitor among them.

It was all You Jiayi’s fault for not properly disposing of the “souvenir,” which allowed Jiang Xiyao to resurrect!

They wanted her to pay the price for being a traitor!

You Jiayi had been hiding for several days and was at her wit’s end. When they caught her, she frantically argued with the delusionals: “It wasn’t me! It really wasn’t me! I threw it to Xie Shiwei back then—”

A sharp knife pressed close to her throat. She smelled her own bl00d. The sharp pain made her speak faster than ever before:

“Xie Shiwei is the person Jiang Xiyao likes!”

The small knife paused.

A man’s fanatical voice rang out: “Impossible… absolutely impossible! Xiyao can’t have anyone she likes!”

You Jiayi hated both Jiang Xiyao and Xie Shiwei, feeling that all her bad luck started when Xie Shiwei volunteered to deliver that love letter to Jiang Xiyao!

The ones who deserved to die were these two women who conspired to deceive her feelings, secretly hooking up, and working together for evil!

Taking advantage of the knife’s pause, You Jiayi frantically shuffled backward. While clutching her neck, she revealed more truth:

“It’s true! When we went camping, the School of Arts’ list was the last to be finalized. Jiang Xiyao wasn’t planning to go; she only changed her mind after seeing our department’s list! Xie Shiwei was the last person added to the list!”

“During the time Jiang Xiyao was missing at the campsite, she was actually secretly staying in Xie Shiwei’s tent! I saw her come out of that tent with my own eyes.”

“That night, I also personally threw that ‘souvenir’ into Xie Shiwei’s tent, but the next day there was nothing in the tent, and Jiang Xiyao just appeared perfectly fine somewhere else—”

You Jiayi gasped for breath. The bl00d seeping through her fingers was as frantic as the look in her eyes.

“Xie Shiwei is the one who brought Jiang Xiyao back to life! Jiang Xiyao only lived for her!”

At this moment.

Seeing the random words she’d fabricated to save her life actually coming true, You Jiayi reached up and touched the bandage around her neck, beneath her collar.

Her eyes were filled with venom.

She hated Xie Shiwei for being greedy, not satisfied with seducing her, but also coveting Jiang Xiyao. She also felt a vengeful satisfaction at the sight of Jiang Xiyao chasing after Xie Shiwei like a dog.

You Jiayi lightly gestured to the few people hiding behind the door, telling them to look into the music room.

A smirk curled her lips as she redirected the danger:

“Look, that’s Xie Shiwei.”

“She’s the person Jiang Xiyao has worked so hard to charm lately, but still can’t have.”