She's a Passerby, But Can See the Protagonist's Halo-Chapter 103

"Your senior's name is He Xing. If you search online, you can find her profile."

"A dance prodigy, what a shame. If it weren't for what happened back then... she would have graduated by now, shining on stage."

The teacher's tone was full of regret. Yan blinked.

"Teacher, this senior of ours is three years older than us, right?"

A dance prodigy—meaning He Xing was a dance major. But what illness forced her to take a leave of absence, turning her into the "medical miracle" the teacher mentioned?

"Yes, she's older than you. Fu Yao, the now-famous young dancer who enrolled the same year as her, was her batchmate. They were called the 'Twin Flowers' back then. What a pity."

"Alright, I shouldn't say too much. I came today to let you know—start packing up your things. Your senior has strong self-respect, and she's just recovered physically, so be considerate." The teacher added.

Yan raised her hand. "Then, teacher, when will our senior arrive?"

March 1st was the Monday when classes began. Today was February 26th, and they had all returned to campus early.

"Probably tomorrow or the day after. Do you have a dorm leader? Add me on WeChat, and I'll share He Xing's contact with you."

Yi Zhi glanced at Yan. She wasn’t good at dealing with unfamiliar classmates.

Meeting Yi Zhi's gaze, Yan silently pulled out her phone, scanned the teacher's QR code, and received a contact card.

After delivering this bombshell announcement, the teacher from the Arts College left, leaving Yan and Yi Zhi staring at each other in the dorm room.

"I'll add Senior He Xing first. Zhi Zhi, you go post in the group chat," Yan directed.

"Okay." Yi Zhi immediately agreed and began typing a message in their five-person dorm group.

Since they weren’t sure if the senior would arrive tomorrow, and Bed #6 was currently piled high with belongings, they needed to clear it out quickly and systematically.

Yan sent a friend request to the contact the teacher had shared.

"Hello, Senior He Xing! I'm Xiao Yan from Xiaoyuan Dorm 320, your soon-to-be roommate. Please accept my request~"

The friend request was sent, but there was no immediate response.

Yan didn’t have time to unpack her own luggage. After sending a quick message to Jue Jue, she stood in front of Bed #6, scanning the clutter.

"There’s still some space on the balcony for the flowerpots. I’ll move some to the college building," Yi Zhi suggested, raising her hand.

"Right, mostly it’s just clothes taking up space." Yan eyed the suitcases stuffed under the desk—one was hers, one belonged to Sui Sui, and the other three were Bing Bing’s. At least those were easy to relocate.

After a moment’s thought, Yan checked the messages Yi Zhi had posted in the group chat. As the group admin, she first tagged everyone.

【320 Buddies~ (5)】

【Yi Zhi】: Guys, we’re getting a new roommate for Bed #6. A teacher from the Arts College just came by—a senior who took a three-year leave of absence is returning and moving in. We need to tidy up.

【Yan】: @everyone

【Yan】: @Chu Bingbing No need to rush back yet. Are the three suitcases of clothes under Bed #6 things you’re currently using? If not, we’ll move them to your place tomorrow.

While sending messages, Yan pulled out her own large suitcase from under the bed and shoved it beneath her own desk (Bed #2).

Truthfully, there was space under everyone’s desks, but the less clutter underfoot, the more comfortable it was to stretch their legs.

Among all the roommates, Yi Zhi and Ding Ling had the fewest personal belongings. Their desks and shelves weren’t exactly empty, but to an outsider, they might be mistaken for "minimalist extremists."

Especially Ding Ling. The girl always wore oversized clothes that swallowed her whole, sticking to black, white, and gray. Aside from books and toiletries, her shelf was practically bare.

The basket of brightly colored skincare and makeup products—gold and white packaging galore—was entirely courtesy of Chu Bingbing’s habitual sharing, though Ding Ling rarely used any of it.

While Yi Zhi relocated flowerpots, Yan busied herself moving communal supplies like wet wipes, sanitary pads, toilet paper, and face towels into her and Yi Zhi’s personal spaces.

They’d figure out how to redistribute everything once the others returned. For now, the priority was clearing out Bed #6.

"Ah, Bing Bing says she’s already on the subway back," Yi Zhi announced, glancing at her phone between tasks.

Yan hummed in acknowledgment. "Then we’ll wait for her to get here so we can organize things together."

While waiting, Yan and Yi Zhi took the chance to change their own bedsheets and unpack their luggage.

By the time they finished, Chu Bingbing and Ding Ling had both returned to the dorm.

"I’m here, my darlings. Good grief." Chu Bingbing wheeled in a suitcase, surveying the clutter piled between the two loft beds and nearly crying.

"Why did they suddenly assign someone to us out of nowhere?" she grumbled.

"I don’t have much stuff. You can put anything that doesn’t fit under my bed," Ding Ling offered.

Yan watched as Ding Ling slung her black backpack onto her chair.

Yan: "..."

Of course. No need to ask—those two wind chimes were definitely back with Ding Ling.

Yi Zhi and Chu Bingbing didn’t notice the silent exchange, assuming they were just rearranging things.

"When’s Sui Sui coming back?" Chu Bingbing asked.

"Her documentary filming is wrapping up. She’s been reshooting some scenes, so probably in the next couple of days," Yan replied.

Gu Jiasui had been slow to reply to messages lately, so this update came secondhand from Brother Xiao.

"Mhm, Sui Sui never skips class," Chu Bingbing nodded.

Unlike many celebrities who vanished after enrolling in university—only reappearing for exams—Gu Jiasui had stunned everyone since joining Bin City University. She attended classes daily, hadn’t taken a single leave last semester, and when skeptics waited for her grades to "expose" her, she aced everything, silencing countless critics.

With all four roommates working together, Chu Bingbing’s suitcases were moved to the balcony, daily necessities like tissues and snacks were divided (including a share for their future roommate), and Bed #6 was scrubbed spotless—Yan checking every drawer and shelf while Yi Zhi wiped down the bed frame repeatedly.

As they worked, they shared what little they’d learned from the teacher.

"He Xing? A dance major? Our dorm is really collecting strays from every department," Chu Bingbing muttered.

"But she’s a senior—three years older than us," Yan held up three fingers.

"Then which year is she returning to?" Ding Ling asked, curious.

Yan pinched her chin in thought. "The teacher said she might graduate soon, so she should start as a freshman with us, right?"

Yi Zhi wore a hint of regret. "Three years wasted."

"Let me look it up," Chu Bingbing volunteered, typing "He Xing" into her browser.

She read aloud from her phone: "He Xing, a Chinese classical dance performer from mainland Xia, enrolled at Bin City University’s College of Arts. Currently on medical leave."

"He Xing was born in a small town in Xun City. She began studying dance at six and later entered Bin City Dance School. She won the Gold Award in the juvenile division of the Taoli Cup for her piece 'Lotus in Clear Water'..."

"He Xing and Fu Yao, both from Bin City Dance School, were once hailed as the 'Southern Classical Twin Stars'..."

Chu Bingbing scratched her head while summarizing key details. "But the page doesn’t mention her illness. Still, Senior He Xing seems incredibly accomplished in her field."

"She actually won a Taoli Cup Gold?" Yan’s eyes sparkled with admiration, having heard about the prestige of the award from a dance-trained friend.

In the dance world, Ning City’s academy and Bin City University’s arts program were the dream schools for top talents—the former dominating the north, the latter the south.

"But the teacher didn’t specify her condition. It’s personal, so we shouldn’t pry," Yan remarked.

"True," Yi Zhi agreed.

The group huddled around Chu Bingbing’s phone, studying photos of He Xing. Yan noticed her friend request still hadn’t been accepted.

On the morning of February 27th, after breakfast courtesy of Yi Zhi, the four roommates played rock-paper-scissors to decide who would stay behind to welcome the new senior and who would help Bingbing move her things.

"I think the outcome’s obvious," Yi Zhi said dryly.

Three pairs of eyes locked onto Yan. "Yan, our esteemed dorm leader, we entrust you with welcoming Senior He Xing," Chu Bingbing declared earnestly.

Ding Ling spoke slowly and needed time to process thoughts, while Yi Zhi’s towering height made her intimidating. As for Chu Bingbing… well, she was a bit socially awkward too.

Honestly, their dorm had only bonded at the start of the semester thanks to Yan’s mediation.

"Wait—since when do we have a dorm leader? And since when is it me?" Yan protested.

"Motion carried just now," Chu Bingbing said, raising her hand. Yi Zhi and Ding Ling followed suit.

"Three to zero. Sui Sui’s absent, so she abstains. Congratulations, Yan, on your landslide victory as dorm leader," Chu Bingbing added with a cheeky grin.

Yan: "…"

It wasn’t that she minded welcoming the senior. She just worried He Xing might have a literal golden halo floating above her head—Yan wasn’t sure she could keep a straight face.

"Fine. Who’s staying with me?" Yan eyed Yi Zhi and Ding Ling.

"Let Ding Ling stay. I’ll help Bingbing with her luggage," Yi Zhi offered, flexing her toned arm.

"No objections," Ding Ling said slowly. Staying with Yan suited her; she had something to discuss anyway.

To avoid the back-to-school rush, Chu Bingbing had booked a private car early. Yi Zhi accompanied her, while Yan aired out the dorm—breakfast leftovers had a way of lingering.

Later, Ding Ling closed the door, and Yan returned the backpack used to carry two bronze bells to her.

Ding Ling wore a black bat-sleeved dress indoors, its loose cut making her pale skin seem even fairer.

"Yan," she began.

"Yeah?" Yan looked up.

Ding Ling hesitated. Over the past month, she’d had so much to say, but now, the words stuck in her throat.

Should she thank her? But "thanks" felt too small.

After the Ascension Assembly, she’d returned to Bin City—partly to tend to Xie Jin’s spirit, aiding his recovery (especially since her involvement accelerated the process, earning her merit).

The other reason? She’d been tracing leads on the Soul-Imprisoning Array.

Now, she had a faint clue. She wanted to tell Yan, but without concrete answers, it might just sound like she was asking for help.

"Never mind," Ding Ling switched tracks. "Just wanted to say Xie Jin’s recovering well. Want to visit him?"

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But "ghost encounters"… Between the Ghost King, Yuan Ye’s occasional ghostly antics, and the century-old senior spirit lurking on campus, Yan wasn’t keen.

"No need. It’s not really our business," Yan said bluntly.

Besides, if they went, what would she and Jue Jue even introduce themselves as?

Ding Ling watched as Yan casually stuffed the box containing two priceless enchanted bells into a shelf cabinet, nudging it beside a tissue pack.

"Is there anything you’d like?" Ding Ling tried again.

"Why the sudden question?" Yan half-expected another mystical artifact to appear.

"Your birthday’s coming up. February 2nd. Bingbing said gifts should match the recipient’s taste—or we could just clear your shopping cart."

Yan sighed. "I’d almost forgotten. I don’t need much… Let me check my Taobao cart first."

Ding Ling’s gaze softened. After so long, did birthdays even matter to her anymore?

Just then, the sound of rolling luggage approached.

"Is that Senior He Xing?" Yan glanced at the door. With most students yet to return, any noise in the hallway stood out.

Knock knock knock—

Sure enough, a rap at the door.

Ding Ling, whose bunk was nearest, opened it.

There stood He Xing, draped in a long black down coat. Tall and poised, she’d loosened her scarf, revealing a flawless, doll-like face.

Her thick hair was swept into a high bun, accentuating her clear forehead and unblemished complexion.

"Hello. I’m He Xing," she said, her voice slightly husky—a smoky undertone lending it maturity.

Yan, momentarily stunned, quickly stepped aside. "Welcome, Senior! Your bed’s ready."

The dorm was warm, Yan and Ding Ling lightly dressed. He Xing, clad in black from head to toe, located the vacant bunk swiftly. Shedding her coat, her fitted turtleneck and trousers highlighted her slender limbs.

With long limbs and an almost unreal proportion, Ding Ling couldn’t help but stare in awe.

"Senior, I’m Yan—the one who added you on WeChat. Just call me A-Yan. This is Ding Ling," Yan introduced.

Yan and He Xing locked eyes, and she struggled to keep her gaze from drifting upward toward the top of the senior’s head.

After all—

[After Retiring from Quick Transmigration in Tragic Stories]

That halo was still way too conspicuous.

"Nice to meet you both. I’m He Xing," she said with a smile, exuding an utterly unique aura.

Looking at the two fresh-faced, youthful juniors, she felt as if she had been transported back to her own college days.

But alas—

She could never return to the past.

This time, she would reclaim everything that belonged to her.

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