Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Several times in a row, she had seen Su Lingyi using the pretense of picking up something to secretly glance back at Yang An next to her during class.

Now, they're even bringing up these kinds of things on their own initiative.

The meaning couldn't be clearer.

However, Yang An, a guy with a clean romantic history, was clearly still completely bewildered.

He shook his head.

"Jiang, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Does Su Lingyi like him?

Don't believe these ridiculous things.

To be honest, Yang An still harbored a strange sense of inferiority deep down.

Although Su Lingyi is not as outstanding as Jiang Nianxi, she is also not as beautiful as Jiang Nianxi.

But this is only relative to Class 4, which is full of top students.

In other classes, her looks would at least be considered extremely attractive.

She might even be hailed as the class beauty.

She has ideas about herself; that's definitely one of the three great illusions in life.

Jiang Nianxi zipped up her backpack, her fingers gripping it so tightly they turned white.

"She was peeking at you during class."

"Impossible, you must have seen wrong." Yang An shook his head firmly.

Maybe Yang Anxin is too carefree, or maybe he's just too sleepy in class sometimes.

He subconsciously believed that Su Lingyi could not possibly have done such a thing.

He doesn't think he has that much charm.

"...Fine, don't believe me if you don't want to."

Jiang Nianxi stopped what she was doing, her eyes filled with an unfathomable darkness.

"However, from now on, you must keep your distance from her and not be friends with her."

It wasn't a discussion, but a command.

This struck Yang An as somewhat absurd.

He coughed and whispered a reminder.

"Jiang, this is my own business, but... you seem to have overstepped your bounds."

Jiang Nianxi was startled when she heard these words.

Is it... a bit too much?

She didn't know if this also counted as...crossing the line.

Perhaps she really is being a bit nosy.

However, being as stubborn as ever, she still found a reason for herself.

Her deskmate is now her only trustworthy friend.

If we're friends, shouldn't we cherish and care for each other?

Besides, how could her friend hang out with other girls?

For the past three years, he has been her only friend.

My deskmate should only be my friend.

"I...I'm doing this for your own good."

Jiang Nianxi slung her backpack over her shoulder and spoke as if she were comforting herself.

More than anything, it was about suppressing the fleeting panic that crossed one's mind.

She stood up from her seat and whispered, "Anyway, don't let me see you having any extra relationship with her."

"We've been deskmates for so long, and we still don't have each other's contact information..."

Write down your phone number for me.

She raised her chin and held out her palm, as if asking for it.

Yang An choked for a moment.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and after a few seconds of standoff, he obediently tore off a small piece of paper and wrote down his phone number.

The note was handed to her, and Jiang Nianxi put it in her pocket before turning and walking out the door.

Yang An sighed and continued to pack his things silently.

It has to be said that this filter is completely ruined.

Before he met her, he thought Jiang Nianxi was the kind of unattainable, a white moonlight that only existed in his imagination.

But over the past month and a half, he has discovered that the actual image... is completely different from the rumors.

Of course, this doesn't mean he has any romantic feelings for her.

He just felt that Jiang Nianxi was a very strange person.

It's strange in a way that can't be described in words.

Spending a lot of time together can make people feel... a very subtle sense of oppression.

……

In the days that followed, Jiang Nianxi seemed to have been programmed with some kind of check-in routine.

Whenever he comes to morning self-study, you can almost always see the familiar egg pancakes and soy milk.

Moreover, even the placement of the items is almost fixed.

Persuasion was useless; Jiang Nianxi would only lower her head and remain silent.

She knew what Yang An was afraid of.

If she doesn't eat, she will deliberately make intimate and easily misunderstood gestures towards Yang An in crowded places.

Yang An had no choice but to give in and silently put the breakfast into his mouth.

At most, I'll just get a few disapproving looks from my classmates.

It's much better than dying in public.

"Starting tomorrow, we'll have two days off. We'll be working straight through next week, so everyone should get some rest."

"Now that you're a senior in high school, you can't always be thinking about running around and having fun. Be careful on the road."

The homeroom teacher gave a few key instructions, and as the bell rang precisely on time, the classroom erupted in noise.

Evening self-study sessions have also been cancelled.

Yang An yawned, picked up his prepared schoolbag, put his campus card in his pocket, pushed open the back door of the classroom, and headed towards the stairwell.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi stopped what she was doing and silently watched the boy's departing figure.

His eyelids were lowered, and he seemed lost in thought.

The passageway outside was also crowded with students, carrying large and small bags, whispering to each other, creating quite a lively scene.

This kind of scene can only be witnessed during holidays.

Yang An was trapped in a corner by the surging crowd and couldn't move.

Sigh, I'm out of ideas...

He couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

He has experienced countless times since his first year of high school being forcibly stuck and unable to move.

You'll get used to it, you'll get used to it...

Silently repeat yourself for ten seconds to calm your anger.

Finally, when the number of people had decreased significantly, only a few figures hurriedly passed by on the stairs.

Only then did he take a step.

However, just as Yang An had descended the first flight of stairs and was about to descend the second, a thick arm suddenly blocked his way.

"Yang An, don't go yet."

Yang An paused for a moment, then slowly turned his head.

Blocking the way was a tall figure that looked somewhat familiar.

It looks familiar, but that's about it.

And judging from their posture, they're probably here to cause trouble.

He took a small step back, his mind churning.

Depend on.

When did he offend this person?

How come I don't have any deep impression at all?

Seeing this, the young man assumed the other party was afraid, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

For someone like that, I don't know what kind of luck they had.

He chuckled lightly and patted Yang An on the shoulder.

"Yang An, relax, why are you so timid?"

Yang An didn't reply, but simply moved his right leg back slightly, watching him warily.

My leg muscles started to tense up, and my shoulders slumped slightly.

In recent years, there have been quite a few fights and brawls at Xunshi No. 1 Middle School.

During his second year of high school, he received several disciplinary actions for fighting.

When you are unsure of the other party's intentions, it is best to remain cautious.

The young man withdrew his arm, his chin slightly raised.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Cheng Yong."

Cheng Yong.

Upon hearing this, Yang An immediately remembered.

Isn't this the same person who confessed his feelings to Jiang Nianxi in his own classroom a month ago, only to become the clown?

It seems to be Class 9 upstairs.

Why would you look for yourself?

Damn it, it wasn't Yang An who caused this.

His mind went blank for a moment.

Cheng Yong coughed and put his hands into the pockets of his school uniform.

The voice gradually turned cold.

"This is practically our first time meeting, right? I don't want to make things difficult for you; we're both from No. 1 Middle School."

He changed the subject.

"But... as you know, I've been pursuing Jiang recently, so give your brother a chance."

"Studying is hard for everyone, isn't it?"