Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

The area outside the classroom finally quieted down.

After a while, the front door opened, and a bald man with a sullen face walked slowly onto the podium with his hands behind his back.

Following behind was a thin girl with tears still on her face.

The burly boy didn't come in; he's probably standing outside as punishment.

"What are you looking at? You're all in your final year of high school, and you have absolutely no sense of urgency. The college entrance exam is about your future..."

Yang An slammed the book down on the podium, knowing that another long lecture was about to begin.

I can only hope that this agonizing process will end soon.

After three evening study sessions, the long-awaited bell finally rang.

"get out of class dismissed."

The teacher coughed and turned off the electronic whiteboard.

A long and busy day has finally come to an end.

Outside came extremely noisy laughter, mixed with messy footsteps and the sound of tables and chairs being moved.

The atmosphere, both upstairs and downstairs, is very relaxing.

Inside the classroom, most students began packing their bags one after another, and those who were quick had already stepped halfway out of the classroom.

After everyone had gradually left, the crowd had mostly dispersed.

Jiang Nianxi had already put on her schoolbag and was waiting quietly at the door.

"Oh, right, your clothes..."

Yang An moved the stool under the table, and then remembered the cotton coat he had been wearing since morning.

He unzipped his jacket, took off his white cotton coat, and handed it to Jiang Nianxi.

Jiang Nianxi lowered her eyes, glanced at the coat, and took it.

"Then we..."

"If you want to talk, let's go together. We're on the same way home anyway."

She gently interrupted Yang An's question, then turned and walked outside.

Yang An swallowed the words he hadn't said, silently slung his backpack over his shoulder, and followed behind the other person.

Third floor, second floor, first floor.

The two walked side by side, passing through the small garden and the school gate.

During this time, although Yang An was walking beside Jiang Nianxi, he always maintained a safe distance.

Neither abrupt nor impolite.

He only spoke slowly when he was walking on a busy street.

"Jiang, don't be so nice to me in the future."

Jiang Nianxi paused for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

Yang An looked at the reddish-brown stone slabs on the ground, raised his head, and said solemnly, "In the alley before, I would have rushed to save anyone, no matter who it was. You don't need to feel guilty."

He thought for a moment and then added a few more words.

"You...can't be too nice to a guy like me."

"Not only will other classmates misunderstand, but I will also feel... very awkward. Most importantly, this is not good for you."

"Just treat them like ordinary classmates, that's fine."

As is well known, the beginning of a clown story is often very romantic.

No matter what, it would be a lie for Yang An not to be attracted to such an outstanding girl as Jiang Nianxi.

Now that he's at that innocent and naive age, he feels an unspeakable envy when he sees young couples having their little tiffs.

Of course, he is self-aware.

Besides, I'm in my final year of high school now, and I'm so busy with my studies that I don't even have time to exercise, let alone think about these things.

Jiang Nianxi may not have realized it herself.

These overly intimate actions are really going too far and are too ambiguous.

This has already caused some trouble for Yang An himself.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi lowered her head and remained silent, but tightened her grip on the backpack straps a little more.

It seems she doesn't quite agree.

"Also, thank you for taking care of me these past few days."

Yang An took a deep breath, stopped, turned around, and bowed to Jiang Nianxi.

This is a sincere expression of his gratitude.

To be honest, he never expected Jiang Nianxi to care about him so much.

Those who deserve thanks should definitely be thanked.

He got up and was about to continue walking forward when he looked back and found that Jiang Nianxi was still standing in the same place.

Jiang Nianxi just stared straight at him.

Those eyes, which were as calm as still water, now stirred with a slight, unknown ripple.

Her red lips parted slightly.

"So, when you said 'let's talk,' you meant to talk about these things?"

Yang An scratched his head, somewhat puzzled.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

He felt that the questions he raised were fairly reasonable.

It's good for everyone.

"...Heh, you're quite considerate of others."

Jiang Nianxi chuckled softly, but it was impossible to tell whether it was from pleasure or coldness.

She slowly straightened the wrinkles in her school uniform and glanced at Yang An.

"Little classmate, you're overthinking it."

"From now on... don't think so much."

These two sentences are quite vague.

For a moment, Yang An was also a little confused about what she was trying to express.

Jiang Nianxi just smiled and walked on the road ahead.

……

He went up the stairs, took the key from under the insole, and inserted it into the lock cylinder.

The iron gate opened with a click.

Jiang Nianxi walked in and called out as usual.

"I'm back."

It was empty; no one responded.

The room was dark, with no lights on.

Repressed.

Besides feeling repressed, all that's left is loneliness.

Jiang Nianxi chuckled lightly, as if she had already gotten used to it.

She has been living like this for six years.

She put down her schoolbag and changed into slippers.

He lost his grip, and the cotton coat he was holding fell to the ground with a thud.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi's hand froze, remaining in that position, motionless.

In the stifling air, it seemed that only her increasingly heavy breathing could be clearly heard.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi's chest rose and fell slightly.

As if possessed, her hand reached for the cotton coat.

The closer she got, the more uncontrollably she trembled.

It's not fear.

Rather, it was... an excitement that even she herself couldn't understand.

She didn't know what she was supposed to do, or what she was so excited about.

But a subconscious drive compelled her to pick up the cotton coat.

Slowly moving closer, until it completely covered her face.

The image of that boy became clearer and clearer in my mind.

Her heart was pounding faster and faster.

How could this be... this feeling...

After a brief internal struggle, Jiang Nianxi finally succumbed to her deepest, unknown desires.

She buried her head deep into her cotton coat and took a deep breath.

"Um……"

A blush quickly crept up her beautiful cheeks.

The above... tastes like my little deskmate's.

She let go of the door, leaned against it, and slowly slumped to the ground.

The pupils gradually dilated.

I……

What on earth are you doing...?

The next day, I don't know if it was because Yang An's words the night before had an effect.

Jiang Nianxi didn't go as far as she did yesterday, bringing a huge bag of snacks.

However, not buying that many doesn't mean there weren't any.

Because he was still half asleep the night before, Yang An didn't check the alarm clock when he woke up.

Driven by a conditioned reflex, he ran over early in the morning, panting, afraid of being late for morning self-study.

As a result, apart from Jiang Nianxi, who was always the first to arrive at the classroom, there was no one else in the room.

Meanwhile, my cheap deskmate was quietly working on his homework.

Quietly.

Yang An then remembered to check the time.

It's 5:40, a full half hour before morning self-study.