Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

When one is immersed in a dream, one often loses the perception of time.

Sometimes, perhaps only ten minutes have passed.

But when I closed my eyes, it felt as if I had lived a long life, a fleeting dream.

Sometimes, several hours have passed.

In the blink of an eye, dawn had broken.

When Yang An opened his drowsy eyes again, soft light streamed neatly through the gaps in the curtains, scattering across the messy bed.

"hiss……"

He rubbed his eyes and frowned slightly.

Is it already morning?

That's really strange...

Yang An felt that he had fallen asleep a little too quickly.

Everything went black; there were no dreams, no sensations.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already daylight.

However, compared to the dreams I had before, this one was refreshing and invigorating.

Perhaps this kind of feeling, in terms of quality, is the best.

Yang An rolled over, reaching for his phone.

After searching for a while, I finally found the familiar cool touch under the pillow.

I've really gone crazy from studying lately.

He sighed to himself.

I clearly remember leaving my phone on the bedside table last night.

How did it end up under the pillow?

Pressing the power button turns on the lock screen, and the eye protection mode is still on, which is quite comfortable.

However, the time displayed in the upper left corner really startled Yang An.

1:24 PM.

What the hell?

Did I sleep until the afternoon of the next day?

He thought it was only eight or nine o'clock.

After unlocking, a lot of unread messages popped up quickly.

There are three people in total.

Two new accounts were added yesterday, and there's another one whose contact name is "Mom".

He thought for a moment and then opened his mother's chat interface.

There is only one message above.

Son, have you eaten?

【not yet.】

Oh my god, you're only getting up now!

I'm so tired...

After typing two words, Yang An sighed.

Senior year of high school...

Isn't that how it is?

Anxiety, fear, and a little bit of anticipation and hope.

It was precisely this faint hope that sustained him through the final test of his youth.

Endless test papers to complete, countless wrong answers to correct.

After one round of review, another round begins.

This is a race against time, a race against health and youth.

All for the sake of obtaining that acceptance letter that I had waited twelve years for.

But he'd rather continue working himself to exhaustion.

His youth was already mundane and dull enough.

This final bloom.

Perhaps, it's to give a tangible account of my past self who buried myself in books.

Son, you've worked hard. Mom will transfer some more pocket money to you so you can buy some food.

[When the college entrance exam is approaching, Mom and Dad will try to come back to be with you. Good luck!]

A transfer request popped up quickly below.

One thousand yuan.

Seeing the eye-catching transfer message, Yang An's index finger hovered over the screen, but he hesitated to click it.

He knew in his heart that his mother's monthly salary was only four thousand.

This thousand is hard-earned money.

But more than anything, I felt guilty.

The guilt was too heavy for him to bear.

He never felt guilty, nor did he blame his parents for leaving home to work.

As long as they are safe, nothing else matters.

Being alone is actually quite nice.

He looked up at the white ceiling, a nameless melancholy rising in his chest.

He returned the money.

After all, I have plenty of money for living expenses, so there's no need to take that much money.

Click into Su Lingyi's chat interface.

This class representative was noticeably more shy than yesterday.

He only said a sentence or two.

It basically means asking what you ate for dinner today, or similar questions.

He gave a few perfunctory replies and then ignored it.

Finally, there's Jiang Nianxi, who has the most news.

Looking at the prominent 99+ next to his friend's name, Yang An felt a pang of fear for the first time.

Not really.

Sending so many messages in just one morning.

Could it be that he has something important to discuss with him?

If he sleeps until this time, won't he be making a mistake?

In his haste, Yang An quickly clicked on the link.

The latest one only has three words.

[Jiang Zhong Wan Yue: I'm sorry.]

The displayed time is 12:13 PM.

Almost two hours have passed since then.

He slid up a little further.

The messages were densely packed, with a notification on the side indicating a total of over two hundred unread messages.

The first one is very simple.

It was sent around 2 a.m. last night after he replied "goodnight".

[My dear classmate, I sounded a little harsh on you when I called you before, please don't take it to heart.]

Then, perhaps due to a change in mood, the messages she sent gradually became incoherent.

I don't mean to belittle Su Lingyi; I'm just saying that as a friend, I'd prefer you focus on your studies.

The college entrance exam is just a few months away...

If there's anything you don't know how to do, feel free to ask me...

We're friends, right? What do you think...?

Why aren't you replying? Are we even friends? In my heart, we should...

[Hey classmate, are you asleep? Why aren't you talking to me? Aren't we friends...?]

Why aren't you saying anything, little deskmate...?

I've said a bit too much today. I didn't mean to bother you, so please don't take it to heart.

【sorry.】

It started at 2 a.m. and lasted until noon.

Some were sent in a row.

Some were sent a few minutes or even half an hour later.

Jiang Nianxi, doesn't she sleep at night?

Yang An glanced at each line roughly, and the more he looked, the stranger it seemed.

At the same time, I also had a strange feeling in my heart.

It's a little... scary.

The beginning of the content was fine; it consisted of normal questions about learning.

But as you go further in, most of them become meaningless.

and!

Who's going to reply to a message sent in the middle of the night?

From 4:45 onwards, Jiang Nianxi on the other side seemed to be possessed.

They kept asking Yang An why he wasn't talking or replying to messages.

How can someone who's asleep reply to messages?

A girl as outstanding and beautiful as Jiang Nianxi suddenly started saying strange things on chat software.

He strongly suspected that Jiang Nianxi had suffered some kind of shock after returning home yesterday.

Otherwise, they wouldn't bother people in the middle of the night and keep asking strange questions like whether they're friends.

After thinking it over, Yang An decided to tap a few times on the screen.

[Postscript: Sorry, I fell asleep last night and didn't see this.]

Strangely, it almost immediately showed that the other person was typing.

It was as if Jiang Nianxi had been waiting for news of him all along.

After quite a while, probably after a lot of editing and rewriting, it was finally sent over.

[Jiang Zhong Wan Yue: It's nothing. I wasn't in a good mood yesterday and might have said some strange things. Just pretend I didn't say anything.]

The second message arrived more quickly.

[Jiang Zhong Wan Yue: Have you eaten?]

Yang An lowered his eyes.

[Preface: Just woke up, haven't eaten yet.]

[Jiang Zhong Wan Yue: Oh.]

On the other side, Jiang Nianxi's heart pounded uncontrollably the moment she saw the message.