The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: The Gloves

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Greedy for this warm touch…

Xie Shiwei did not stay long in the hospital this time; she was quickly discharged.

When Zhong Chuyao accompanied her home, she found that the place, which she remembered as having a passé, old-person smell, had long become more exquisite than a model home.

The demon’s scent lingered everywhere in the house.

She didn’t ask further, only looking at her friend:

“How about staying at my place for a while? So you don’t feel sad seeing this place.”

At the look of confusion on Xie Shiwei’s face, Zhong Chuyao remembered. Oh, she has amnesia; she wouldn’t feel sad.

Unfortunately, Zhong Chuyao knew the demon’s habits. The thousand-degree flames of the crematorium couldn’t burn her out. Once she accumulated enough power, she would surely return.

Zhong Chuyao would not give her another chance to get close to Xie Shiwei.

The spirited-looking girl smiled, her comforting tone becoming more practiced:

“There’s a good piece of news I haven’t told you yet.”

“Our department has a joint training program with your university. This semester, we’ll be studying at your school for credits. Starting tomorrow, we can attend school together, just like in high school. How about it, are you happy?”

Xie Shiwei nodded slowly.

She was happy, but the joy was less than expected.

She looked at her friend with confusion:

“You said before that your grades weren’t ideal, and applying to the university next door was safer, but your major was adjusted and you didn’t really like it. Why don’t you take this opportunity to change your major?”

Generally, joint training programs in domestic universities cooperate with research institutes or foreign universities.

Exchange student programs mostly occur between universities across provinces.

Xie Shiwei wanted her friend to study her desired major, not give up the right to change her major because of her, or even come to her school just to keep her company out of worry.

Zhong Chuyao was thus reminded of a small argument with her mother when applying for universities.

At that time, she just wanted to apply to a university in the same city as Xie Shiwei. Both close to home, and they could keep each other company. Since both were major adjustments for her, the difference between the two schools was insignificant.

But Ms. Zhong insisted she go to the Taoism Studies major at the other university. Because that city had many famous mountains and geomantic treasuries, she wanted Zhong Chuyao to study under a famous master there, making her more suitable for the path of cultivation in the future.

“What’s the difference? It’s just two more hours of travel. The school itself doesn’t matter anyway. At most, I’ll just stay there for a longer period on weekends,” Zhong Chuyao had said.

Ms. Zhong was not pleased.

“What exactly do you want? You were studying well abroad. I told you I wasn’t gravely ill and you didn’t need to come back, but you insisted on rushing back, thinking you could handle several things at once. What happened? You didn’t adapt to the domestic school, did you?”

“Now you’re doing this again. You want to learn from a master, and you can’t bear to be separated from your friend. Zhong Chuyao, if you keep acting willfully like this, relying on your talent and wanting everything, you won’t succeed in cultivation or friendship.”

“Cultivation is about your life. The university application is settled.”

Zhong Chuyao had a good relationship with her mother. She was sullen for a few days but eventually didn’t object.

But now, seeing Xie Shiwei’s subtle reluctance to leave this house, she felt a little regretful.

She thought, I should have been more firm.

If she had accompanied Xie Shiwei and helped her adapt to the new campus environment from the start of the semester, that demon wouldn’t have had the chance to sneak in and seize her friend’s attention.

She had clearly promised to keep Xie Shiwei away from misfortune, so why did she break her word first?

Zhong Chuyao looked at the girl in front of her, gaining a deeper understanding of her unfortunate destiny.

She vaguely felt that she couldn’t be Xie Shiwei’s savior.

She was no different from that demon, or any other bad presence that appeared in Xie Shiwei’s life.

—They would all only bring her misfortune.

The thought flashed for only a moment, and Zhong Chuyao’s eyes regained their resolve.

This time, she would definitely stay with Xie Shiwei all the way.

“The major doesn’t matter,” Zhong Chuyao looked at her friend’s clear eyes and answered with a smile: “Because I’ve already confirmed something more important.”

Xie Shiwei nodded, half-understanding.

Zhong Chuyao urged her: “Hurry up and pack your things… Never mind, you used to come to my place often. I have pajamas, toothpaste, toothbrushes, and everything saved for you. Let’s just go.”

Xie Shiwei let out an “Ah?” Her sleeve was pulled by her friend, and she had no choice but to follow.

But for the first time, she had insomnia at the Zhong family house.

The Zhong family’s ventilation system was still comfortable, and the bedding was still soft, but Xie Shiwei tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The next day, as she headed to school with dark circles under her eyes, she found that she suddenly understood those perverts obsessed with Jiang Xi-yao. Because such a stunning character had appeared in their lives, they could never forget her.

“Ding!”

The electric scooter bell rang close by.

Zhong Chuyao quickly pulled Xie Shiwei aside, glaring at the boy who had deliberately cut them off.

The boy’s whistle, which was half-directed at Xie Shiwei, was forced to stop. Perhaps Zhong Chuyao’s angry gaze was too powerful. He shrank his head, cursed “You look like a tomboy,” twisted the throttle, and fled.

“Hiss.”

Xie Shiwei felt a bit of annoyance.

Zhong Chuyao, who had just stood up for her, now stopped her:

“Forget it. Guys like that just like to talk tough. If you take them seriously, they’ll chicken out faster than anyone. Besides, it’s not a big deal.”

She didn’t have time to waste on such irrelevant passersby one by one.

Xie Shiwei was stunned for a moment.

It’s not a big deal?

Indeed, it was just a trivial cut-off on the road. It didn’t cause any danger, and the other party’s goal wasn’t to cause a car accident. Even if she had filmed the whole thing on the spot, such a person would at most receive a verbal reprimand.

He wouldn’t pay any price.

—No, he could pay a price.

Xie Shiwei almost instantly pictured a different scene.

If Jiang Xi-yao were here, if Jiang Xi-yao had witnessed this, this guy who deliberately cut people off and tried to attract the attention of a pretty girl would definitely pay a price.

That woman with her irresistible charm was also very adept at navigating just outside the boundaries of decency. She only needed to stand by the roadside and flick her satiny black hair; others would eagerly rush to mete out “justice” for her.

Xie Shiwei suddenly understood Jiang Xi-yao’s burning anger.

The education she received while growing up told her that Jiang Xi-yao’s way of blowing small matters into large ones and turning happy occasions into mourning was wrong.

But at this moment, she couldn’t help but fall in love with Jiang Xi-yao’s distinct anger.

She knew everything Jiang Xi-yao did wasn’t for punishing evil and promoting good; she was just a naturally bad seed. Whoever provoked her deserved to die.

But she was hopelessly in love with this bad seed.

The belatedly realized love gave birth to an unrestrained longing.

Xie Shiwei silently followed behind her friend, almost walking into the wrong college building.

Zhong Chuyao stopped at the intersection, turning back to smile at the person who almost bumped into her:

“What are you spacing out about, Wei Wei? Are you still angry about that small incident just now? It’s fine, I’m not even mad.”

She pointed to the golden gate: “Do you want to come and see the new place with me?”

Xie Shiwei slowly looked up.

The seven large characters of the “Institute of Chinese Studies and I Ching” came into view.

Her eyes widened: “You… you were adjusted to this major? You… didn’t you say you didn’t believe in this stuff?”

Zhong Chuyao answered without batting an eye: “I still don’t. But this major can’t recruit enough people. They need some fresh bl00d to write scientific papers to preserve and pass on the research.”

Xie Shiwei looked at her sympathetically.

She thought her friend was nervous about the new environment and resolutely walked in with her.

To her surprise, several old men in Taoist robes, old men wearing reading glasses, and old ladies in fashionable Qipaos all swarmed around Zhong Chuyao as soon as she pushed open the office door.

Xie Shiwei heard Zhong Chuyao calling out “Senior Brother” and “Senior Sister.”

After standing for less than five minutes, Xie Shiwei was also elevated to a high status, a golden Buddha amulet, said to have been blessed by an enlightened master and enhanced with spells, was hung around her neck.

Zhong Chuyao took a moment to nod in satisfaction: “It won’t turn black this time.”

Xie Shiwei felt the weighty feeling around her neck.

…It looks like pure gold.

She vaguely thought, I didn’t study much, don’t lie to me. Can an ordinary university student get this kind of attention from a cooperating university’s mentor?

Xie Shiwei wanted to find a time to return this expensive golden Buddha amulet to Zhong Chuyao.

But her friend urged her on, checking the time:

“Thanks for accompanying me to adapt to the new environment. Shouldn’t you be going to class? Should you come find me at noon, or should I find you? Your school cafeteria is very famous. I must try it properly.”

Xie Shiwei couldn’t join Zhong Chuyao’s conversation about divination. She wasn’t good at socializing. She just awkwardly said, “Either is fine. I’ll go now. Goodbye, teachers.”

She walked out of the Institute’s door and looked back at the glistening golden plaque.

Xie Shiwei recalled the various carefully placed arrangements in Zhong Chuyao’s house, and Ms. Zhong, who was always busy and never around. When she occasionally appeared at the Zhong house, she would also wear red or purple robes.

Before, Zhong Chuyao had just said her mother was overly superstitious and that all rich people were like that.

She looked down at the Buddha amulet on her neck again.

…Is it really just superstition?

Xie Shiwei thought about it but didn’t ask further, as it was Zhong Chuyao’s secret.

She walked into the classroom. Two classes passed. Just for a quick refill of water, Xie Shiwei returned to find a pink letter in her desk drawer.

The news of Jiang Xi-yao’s death had spread throughout the school last night. She hadn’t expected people to transfer their affections so quickly.

A love letter.

Such a familiar object.

Xie Shiwei had received them before. People could never write more than a few sentences. The handwriting was rushed, the intent was urgent, and she didn’t even know what these people liked about her.

Perhaps they wanted to win a bet, or perhaps they wanted to obtain the “pretty vase” that everyone found attractive.

She didn’t open the love letter and casually placed it aside.

Xie Shiwei rested her head on the desk, closing her eyes.

Jiang Xi-yao’s departure brought some things back into her world.

The car that deliberately cut her off on the road, the frivolous pursuit aimed at her appearance… these nasty things had all returned.

These were things she was familiar with, yet she started to feel annoyed.

She vaguely realized that when Jiang Xi-yao left, she didn’t just take her own life; she also took away some of Xie Shiwei’s freedom.

But her life was still so long. She shouldn’t keep mourning that bad dog who broke her promise.

Xie Shiwei forced herself to concentrate on the class.

At the end of the class, she stood up to go meet Zhong Chuyao, only to feel a cool dampness spread beneath her.

Xie Shiwei walked into the restroom and frowned at the dampness on her panties.

She wanted to quit Jiang Xi-yao immediately, but now, just by changing her close-fitting underwear, she felt so uncomfortable.

—Could she really successfully quit the habits related to that person, as she wished?

…

The Gloves

“Wei Wei?”

In the underground shopping mall, Zhong Chuyao helplessly prompted the person next to her: “Why are you spacing out? Didn’t you say you needed spring clothes and wanted to come out and buy some?”

Despite the words, she wasn’t rushing her.

Zhong Chuyao was well aware that a common symptom of memory discontinuity was frequent daydreaming.

She just raised her hand and pressed her forehead.

This cheap goods market had many people and a messy atmosphere. Being in it, she felt tired quickly.

Xie Shiwei turned to look at her: “Headache again? Or are your eyes uncomfortable?”

She knew her friend wasn’t used to crowded places.

Xie Shiwei expertly guided her toward the restaurant area: “You should go sit there and wait for me. I’m super fast at buying clothes!”

Zhong Chuyao hesitated slightly.

But the Buddha amulet on Xie Shiwei’s neck was glittering, so she relaxed: “I’ll wait for you on an empty stomach.”

As Xie Shiwei walked away, she didn’t forget to playfully scold her over her shoulder:

“Don’t you dare! Order something delicious first! I’ll be quick!”

However, the person who promised to be quick broke her word.

A few minutes later.

Xie Shiwei, as if guided by a ghost, walked into a shop selling winter gloves.

Winter was almost over, and such thick gloves were practically useless in the south, but she was drawn to a pair of lambskin gloves.

She instinctively walked toward them.

“Hiss.”

The Buddha amulet suddenly became hot, making her jump.

The shop owner, rarely seeing a customer, got up to greet her: “Beautiful lady, buying gloves? I have thin ones. Mine are all genuine lambskin, very well-made. Would you like to try them on?”

Xie Shiwei pulled the Buddha amulet pendant outward. She looked down and saw a slight redness beneath her collarbone.

…What’s going on?

Why was this gold self-heating?

It couldn’t be that the old lady was superstitious and bought that imitation gold version that supposedly had “magnetic therapy, infrared automatic heating, automatic acupressure massage, and helps longevity if worn,” could it?

She remembered the bracelet that had turned black accidentally last time.

Xie Shiwei immediately carefully borrowed a dozen paper towels from the owner, wrapping the Buddha amulet in three layers and placing it in the innermost pocket of her backpack.

She looked up at the owner: “I’d like to try that one on, please. It looks so pretty.”

The owner turned her head, muttering that she hadn’t stocked such high-end goods, but still handed them to her.

The light gray lambskin made her skin look exceptionally white.

What shocked Xie Shiwei even more was that as her fingertips reached inside, she had expected it to be hot to wear in this weather, but her fingertips were only enveloped in a delicate, cool sensation.

“!”

Her whole body trembled. When she realized what was happening, her hand, greedy for the warmth of the touch, had already fully slipped in.

The owner unconsciously stared at the gloves: “They look so good, those are a beautiful style, miss.”

Xie Shiwei let out an awkward laugh, habitually intending to thank her, but instead, an unexpected sound escaped her lips:

“Mmmph!”

A physiological blush spread across her pale cheeks.

She looked down at the glove in disbelief—

The exquisite light gray lambskin glove fit snugly on her hand, creating an ascetic, sensual look.

But only Xie Shiwei knew.

The inner lining of the glove, that soft, delicate coolness, was pressing tightly against the back of her hand, slowly stroking it.

Like a soft, seductive palm, covering the back of her hand, its five fingers spread, forcefully inserting into the gaps between her fingers.

Repeatedly inserting and withdrawing, rubbing again and again.

She felt like she was going insane.

She was just out shopping, trying on a pair of gloves, yet she felt as if she was being touched in a sensitive area by the person who was supposed to be dead.

Her glasses started to fog up slightly.

The girl’s knees weakened, and her thighs unconsciously clamped together.

The slight coolness that the panty liner couldn’t fully absorb slowly spread even more.

…She was about to climax right here in this crowded shopping mall, under the gaze of this stranger shop owner.