Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

One hundred days until the college entrance examination.

The playground was packed with people.

Several bald school leaders sat on the platform, looking energetic and serious.

It's like a facial recognition machine with a pre-programmed sequence.

The host, dressed in a suit, delivered a passionate and eloquent speech on the stage.

After a hundred days of arduous preparation, victory was finally achieved, and in June, horses galloped past banners in celebration.

The fourteen characters on the backdrop were enlarged and looked quite intimidating.

However, the students packed below were not so keen on buying it.

The stage was filled with passion, while the audience laughed and joked around.

Yang An sat at the back of the classroom, feeling utterly bored.

As I listened, I started to feel sleepy.

But in this situation, he knew that it wouldn't be good if he actually fell asleep.

I simply twisted the vocabulary book in my hand a few times and rolled it into a cylinder.

Silently paddling the ground, trying to dispel drowsiness.

The plastic lawn, mixed with countless rubber granules, flew everywhere under Yang An's skillful manipulation.

A few even fell into my shoes.

Soon, the male voice echoing across the playground came to an abrupt end. After a few students started, there was some sporadic applause, which gradually became more enthusiastic.

A few seconds later, a very familiar voice took its place.

Yang An looked up and saw that the person on the stage had changed.

Even with the oversized school uniform covering her, Jiang Nianxi's tall figure couldn't be hidden.

As the top student in the grade, he was an absolute force to be reckoned with.

On such an important day as the 100-day countdown rally, it would be strange for Yang An if she didn't go on stage.

As always, Jiang Nianxi looked at the manuscript she had already written in her hand, word by word, without a trace of emotion.

Jiang Nianxi dislikes showing her face in public.

If the school leaders hadn't already made the final decision, she would have preferred to quit right now.

"...Thank you everyone."

After finishing her closing remarks, she put down the paper in her hand, bowed slightly towards the crowd on the playground.

A thunderous round of applause erupted from all around.

Compared to the previous host, it's like comparing heaven and earth.

Its popularity is obvious to anyone.

Whether it was Yang An's imagination or not, when Jiang Nianxi walked down the steps of the podium, that person's gaze seemed to sweep slightly in his direction.

But when he actually looked over, all he saw was an expressionless figure walking backstage.

"..."

Perhaps it really is just my imagination.

Yang An patted his head, not too hard, as if that would help him clear his head.

As the oath-taker raised his right fist, he led all the senior students in taking the final oath.

The loud sound continued to amplify in the mountains.

Most of the senior high school students were listless and exhausted.

The combined effect is quite stunning.

Time flies... It's already the 100-day countdown to the pep rally.

After taking the oath, Yang An slowly lowered his right fist, feeling a mix of emotions.

In short...

High school lasts only three short years.

Time still passed in the blink of an eye.

My memory seems to be stuck on that afternoon when I first entered school.

A youthful face pushes open the front door of the classroom.

He was greeted by rows of curious, scrutinizing gazes.

And very enthusiastic young teachers.

Spring goes and winter comes; time flies.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the final rest stop at the terminal.

Yang An knew the answer.

Today's 100-day countdown rally, in addition to boosting morale, will also include an extra day off.

For three consecutive weeks, we've been studying and taking exams at a high intensity.

So today, the entire day is left to the students themselves.

He also plans to have a good time today.

Don't touch the test papers or the exercises.

And don't think about those knowledge points that make people feel nauseous just by looking at them.

Enjoy a day of indulgence.

After the school leaders announced the disbandment, the previously neatly arranged formation immediately scattered.

Holding a stool, they put their arms around each other's shoulders.

There were even two or three daring couples who brazenly held hands right under the noses of the school leaders.

"That one over there... um?"

The head of the grade saw the young couple passing by, his eyes widened, and he was about to raise his arm and point at them.

However, another hand pressed down on his arm.

He turned his head, looking very puzzled.

What came into view was another middle-aged man with a shiny bald head.

However, he is a bit older in comparison.

It was the vice principal who had just been on the podium with that perfunctory expression.

The vice principal shook his head: "Let the children be."

"But……"

"There's no 'but' about it."

He raised his hand, interrupting the head of the grade who was about to argue.

He sighed as he watched the young couple leave in a hurry.

"There are still three months left. Even if you really want to arrest them, it won't make a difference."

Society will teach them in the future that flowers that bloom too early will also wither too early. Let them be.

The head of the grade hesitated for a moment, but ultimately remained silent.

At this time, it was the long break between classes for first- and second-year high school students.

A large crowd surrounded the platform, looking on with envy at the high school seniors who were able to walk on it amidst the comings and goings of people.

In their view, being able to have a wonderful day of fun on a weekday is something they would never even dare to dream of.

"Little classmate, where do you want to go?"

As Yang An slung his backpack over his shoulder and prepared to leave the classroom, he nearly bumped into something soft.

The overwhelming fragrance recognized the other party even before his consciousness could process it.

Jiang Nianxi stood with her hands behind her back, using her body to block the back door.

A calm gaze lingered on the boy's face.

"go home."

Yang An glanced at her, trying to find an opening to slip away.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi clearly wouldn't let him get what he wanted.

Wherever Yang An moved, she blocked him.

Seeing that there was no hope of getting out of here.

He was a little unhappy, so he simply stood up straight.

The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.

"Why aren't you with me?"

Jiang Nianxi suddenly smiled.

But that smile seemed a little unnatural.

Yang An knew that his cheap deskmate probably hadn't taken what they had said the night before to heart.

It had absolutely no effect.

I realized that I had been speaking my mind that day, and everything I said was from the bottom of my heart.

And what about them?

In with the left ear, out with the right.

How come I never realized before that being with this person is so tiring...?

Thinking of this, Yang An finally shook his head.

He started walking, but turned around and headed towards the front door.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed in the hallway outside.

As he walked to the front door, Jiang Nianxi's figure was once again blocking the entrance.

"..."

He decisively turned around and ran towards the back door.

Almost simultaneously, hurried footsteps sounded outside.

then……

A familiar face.

Turn it around again.

I don't know how many times I went back and forth.

When Yang An pressed down on the door frame, panting, he found that the figure was still stubbornly blocking his way.

A surge of anger welled up inside him.