Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Of course, this problem can also be solved using Taylor series expansion..."

The young teacher adjusted his glasses and gestured at the whiteboard on the podium for a long time.

To be honest, during the special period of senior year in high school, students' energy is basically exhausted.

It's rare to find someone who can listen attentively in math class and resist the urge to doze off.

Jiang Nianxi belongs to the latter category.

She sat upright, her slender right hand supporting her chin, her gaze fixed on the small area on the blackboard.

Although the knowledge explained might not be of much use to her.

After all, the test paper the teacher used to explain was hers.

Some of the problem-solving approaches were even devised by Jiang Nianxi herself, taking unexpected angles.

Perhaps... listening to this is just boring?

Yang An, standing to the side, was not so happy.

He was very tired today because he stayed up late last night doing practice tests.

Jiang Nianxi also disturbed what was originally a break between classes.

As he watched, he felt that the teacher's figure on the stage gradually became three.

My vision is getting blurrier and blurrier, and my mind is getting more and more confused.

His reason told him that he had to listen carefully, as there were several questions he didn't know how to answer.

Ultimately, however, the physiological response prevailed over reason.

Yang An's head bobbed in the air like a dragonfly skimming the water.

"My little deskmate?"

Before he knew it, a soft female voice entered his ear.

It carried a hint of inquiry.

"Hmm?"

Yang An struggled to open his blurry eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

The girl was reaching out her small hand, preparing to touch his forehead.

"!"

This really terrified Yang An.

I instantly became much more awake.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Nianxi's hand froze in mid-air.

She looked a little embarrassed: "I just... noticed you weren't feeling well, your face was all red, so I wanted to see if you had a fever."

After those words were spoken, both of them fell silent.

"Hey, you over there, male student, I saw you chatting quite happily down there. Come up here and explain this problem I just explained again."

A piece of chalk flew through the air and landed precisely on Yang An's forehead.

He covered his head and looked up, only to meet the math teacher's expressionless face.

"...Uh, that."

He chuckled dryly under the curious gazes of the entire class and slowly walked towards the podium.

Jiang Nianxi covered her mouth, as if she was trying not to laugh.

Yang An naturally couldn't answer that.

So, after being publicly criticized and punished, he slunk back to his seat.

What's going on? Jiang Nianxi also spoke up.

Why are you discriminating against people?

Yang An lowered his head, muttering to himself.

……

Since Jiang Nianxi took the initiative to talk to them, the relationship between the two does not seem to have improved.

It doesn't even qualify as a typical classmate relationship.

A more accurate description would be "strangers who are close to each other".

From morning till night, boys from different grades and classes would come to the back door to deliver things every day.

The bolder ones fixed their hair, grabbed a love letter, and went straight to Jiang Nianxi.

"Senior Jiang, I'm Cheng Yong from Class 7, Grade 11. You might not know me..."

The boys who came this time were quite outstanding, at least in terms of appearance.

He was 1.8 meters tall, with a slender figure, sharp features, and arched eyebrows.

His every move seemed to radiate a confident aura.

Uh... I feel like I'm seeing a sports student.

I'm sure many girls would like a guy like that.

Yang An sat inside, twirling a pen as he observed everything with great interest.

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

My cheap deskmate is indeed a school beauty; she really attracts a lot of attention.

Fortunately, he usually keeps a certain distance from girls.

Otherwise, with all these suitors, one punch each, he would probably be turned into mincemeat on the spot.

However, Jiang Nianxi was not so patient.

She glanced indifferently at the boy standing in front of her, parted her red lips slightly, and uttered three words.

"Go by yourself."

The air seemed to fall silent for a few seconds.

The smile on the boy's face froze completely.

He tried one last time: "Jiang, I..."

"I don't know you, so what are you doing here?"

"..."

For a fleeting moment, the boy felt like he was the Joker of Gotham City.

Jiang Nianxi withdrew her gaze and continued to quietly flip through her review materials.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the boy finally slunk away.

Well, a heart that yearned for youth has been utterly shattered.

Yang An yawned, shook his head helplessly, and then focused on the wrong questions on the test paper in his hand.

A few minutes later, a small, fair hand came into his view.

They placed a wrapped omelet on his exam paper.

Then came two cartons of milk, a few chocolates...

"??"

Yang An looked at the large pile of food on his table, his lips slightly parted.

Jiang Nianxi was still rummaging through the drawer, her brow furrowed slightly.

When she placed the last can of Want Want milk on Yang An's table, Yang An was completely stunned and at a loss.

"These people are so annoying... They keep stuffing things into my desk drawer." Jiang Nianxi lowered her eyes, looking very annoyed.

She pointed to the large pile of food on the table and said to Yang An, "Little classmate, these are for you."

"Huh? Me?"

Yang An pointed to himself, looking completely bewildered.

At the same time, many people in the class who were paying attention to this place all cast cold glances at them.

Clearly, among these anonymous gifts was the one they had secretly sent.

Feeling the many unfriendly gazes, Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt as if he were being pricked by needles.

"Wouldn't this... be a bit inappropriate?"

He tried to decline.

If you eat these things... other people will think it tastes awful.

Who knows, someone might knock him unconscious one day.

"Little classmate, what... are you afraid of?"

Jiang Nianxi deduced Yang An's thoughts based on just a few subtle facial movements. She paused for a moment, her expression becoming somewhat intriguing.

She said with a smile.

"This is from you, it has nothing to do with them."

"Besides, you've been my first male deskmate since the first year of high school."

"Why be so coy between deskmates?"

Although these words sound reasonable.

But Yang An was too afraid of dying.

The people around him were practically tearing him apart; at this critical juncture, if he took the plunge, he probably wouldn't see the sun rise the next day.

"...I don't want to say it a second time, little deskmate."

Seeing that the other party showed no intention of taking it back, Jiang Nianxi's smile slowly faded.

Putting everything else aside, this new deskmate is really a bit disobedient.

She didn't want her initiative to show goodwill to be ignored as if she were invisible.

"Ah, haha... then I'll gladly accept your offer, thank you, Jiang."

Realizing something was wrong, Yang An immediately picked up the items on the table.

Jiang Nianxi's angry attitude when she rejected that boy was still fresh in my mind.

He was afraid of dying, but he was even more afraid of offending his classmate, the school beauty.

If nothing unexpected happens.

He sat with Jiang Nianxi until graduation.

It is clearly unwise to upset someone.