Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

From beginning to end, the other person was always seen as an unattainable, unattainable beauty in his heart.

Another point is that it was simply a friendship between classmates who sat at the same desk.

He didn't want to get too close to Jiang Nianxi, because he didn't want the two of them to get involved in anything else.

result……

Ultimately, this relationship deteriorated unexpectedly and in a way that caught everyone off guard.

Yang An is in great pain right now.

Every morning when he arrived at the classroom, Jiang Nianxi seemed to be able to predict which door he would come in through.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he could feel that calm gaze steadily fixed on him.

Until I sat back down in my seat.

"Good morning, little deskmate?"

Jiang Nianxi seemed to be in a good mood today, with a faint smile on her face.

Yang An nodded silently.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the books that had been blocking the two of them had disappeared.

That was when he first became deskmates with Jiang Nianxi. In order to avoid awkwardness in the future, and also to leave a buffer zone between the two of them, he deliberately built that boundary.

Jiang Nianxi's desk was always spotless, with only a pencil case and the books she used in class.

At first, Jiang Nianxi was puzzled by Yang An's actions, but she did not express any dissatisfaction.

But now...

Even this last barrier vanished without a trace.

He stared silently at the empty corner of the table, feeling a profound emptiness in his heart.

Jiang Nianxi saw through his thoughts and smiled, "I've already tidied up the books on your desk, and everything else in the desk."

"I don't think our current relationship needs to be covered up with these annoying things."

"You mean...is that right?"

The slightly teasing question reached Yang An's ears.

At the same time, hot, sticky moisture slapped against his earlobes.

Yang An was startled, and Jiang Nianxi's magnified face was immediately reflected in his eyes.

"You, just talk, don't stand so close."

He turned his head away, his face flushing red instantly.

It was the dead of winter, and the weather was chilly.

Upon closer inspection, one can even clearly see wisps of heat slowly rising from the top of his head, merging with the air.

Why are you blushing?

Jiang Nianxi, however, acted as if it were none of her business, feigning confusion.

Seeing that Yang An remained silent, she felt even more that her little deskmate was really cute.

Just teasing it caused this to happen.

It's really clean.

She chuckled twice and straightened her posture.

"Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore."

Jiang Nianxi took out a familiar breakfast set from the table drawer and gently placed it on Yang An's table.

"I came early today and cleared the table for you. I almost forgot to give you breakfast."

Yang An's complexion returned to normal slightly. He looked at the black plastic bag on the table and mumbled a few words.

"I actually already ate at home today..."

That's the truth.

Even though the relationship has developed to this uncontrollable state, he still feels it's wrong to keep eating other people's food.

So this morning, he hurriedly boiled two eggs and drank a bottle of milk at home before coming to school.

In the past, he had never eaten breakfast at all.

This could be considered as Jiang Nianxi indirectly helping him develop the good habit of eating breakfast.

"...I've already eaten."

Jiang Nianxi nodded slightly as if she suddenly understood.

Just when Yang An thought he had escaped a disaster, she suddenly changed the subject.

"Then let's have another one."

She rested her chin on one hand, while the other hand casually played with the strands of hair that were hanging down.

He said with a smile.

"I got up at five o'clock sharp to make all of these at home myself. It would be such a waste if you didn't eat them."

His words seemed casual, but upon closer examination, they left absolutely no room for negotiation.

They were determined to make Yang An eat these.

Upon hearing this news, Yang An felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

What does it mean to have perfect attendance for two consecutive months, with a constant stream of egg pancakes and soy milk?

All...made by hand?

Even though they are all Chinese characters, why can't he understand them when they are put together into a sentence?

"If you don't eat it, I might do something else that crosses the line."

Seeing that he still hadn't made a move, Jiang Nianxi's smile faded a bit.

She tapped her slender fingers on the desk.

"I'll count to three."

"three."

"two."

"No, I'll eat it."

Yang An grew anxious; he knew this woman was truly a woman of her word.

They kissed without warning last time, and it was even their first kiss.

If we don't go along with her this time, she's sure to do something even more terrifying!

There were few people around when the two kissed before, so no one noticed.

But what about next time?

It's still the crucial final stage of senior year, and if other envious students see this, it might get back to the head of the grade...

It would probably be refined on the spot.

"hiss……"

An overwhelming chill ran down my spine.

He tore open the black plastic bag with almost no hesitation.

The boy wolfed down his soy milk, almost choking on it, which amused Jiang Nianxi, who was quietly watching from the side.

"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you."

She covered her mouth and chuckled, moving a little closer to Yang An and patting his back reassuringly.

The moment the hand touched his back, Yang An's swallowing motion visibly paused.

However, the effect was immediate.

He immediately slowed down his eating speed considerably.

So cute...

As Jiang Nianxi took the photos, a few indescribable feelings gradually arose in her heart.

Her eyes were lowered, and she buried half of her face in her thick scarf.

This kind of coercion only works on boys like my deskmate, who are both simple-minded and clean-cut.

Put it in the hands of those disgusting people, ha...

They probably wish she were like that.

But that's alright.

In this way, your deskmate can only get closer and closer to you.

Thinking of this, Jiang Nianxi's lips curled up slightly.

At least for now, there's no way to get rid of her.

……

"Wake up, wake up! You're already like this after your afternoon nap. What are you going to do when you're taking the exam in June? You guys can just keep sleeping!"

The English teacher, carrying a large stack of test papers, strode into the classroom.

Menopausal women are like this: they may not have much else to offer, but their temper and voice are enough to rival a dynamite.

The dimly lit classroom had its tightly drawn curtains forcibly pulled open.

The glaring midday sun forced many people to open their eyes from the lingering effects of their afternoon nap.

"Hey classmate, wake up! You have an exam coming up."

Jiang Nianxi stretched out her finger and quietly poked the arm of the boy next to her.

When Yang An finally woke up from his drowsy state, the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of extremely delicate dark eyes.

Her long, thick, curved eyelashes trembled slightly, seemingly damp with tiny water droplets.

Looking further down, his amber pupils reflected his hazy appearance, but with a hint of worry amidst his gentleness.