Sure, here is the translation:
Xu Yuejiao didn't need to guess to know what Zhou Li wanted to say; he must hate her a lot.
But she didn't want him to think of her as so bad; maybe it was like this.
So she smiled: "It's okay, even if you don't like me, you're still my senior. I can still consult you on academic matters, right?"
"Hmm..." Zhou Li paused for a moment and could only utter this sound from his throat.
Xu Yuejiao felt a lot of disappointment inside. In the past, when he made her wait for him, she thought there was still hope.
But who knew, Zhou Li was so inconsistent, and now his intentions were clear—he just didn't like her.
Since that's the case, she didn't want to cling to Zhou Li like a doting fool anymore.
Xu Yuejiao decided to give up on this relationship.
Zhou Li stood still, gazing at Xu Yuejiao's back until her silhouette disappeared, but he still hadn't come to his senses.
He could feel her sadness, her suffering, and he felt the same pain.
