Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

seriously.

Once he was certain that the person behind him was indeed following him, he went through a list of everyone he had ever offended in his life.

He believed he hadn't done anything immoral or immoral, so no one should bother him.

Could it be... that Jiang Nianxi's suitors have caught up with her again?

Yang An glanced back again.

The person stopped almost simultaneously and stood at the corner of the alley not far away.

There was no eye contact between them, yet a chill ran down their spines without warning.

A strong sense of reason told him that he had to get away from this unidentified follower immediately!

He turned around without hesitation.

The alley was empty and dark, with only the sound of trash being trampled and two hurried footsteps making a slightly noisy noise.

Yang An's strides grew longer and faster.

Who knew that the people behind them would follow them as if possessed by a demon.

After turning several corners, he was practically running.

The people behind them were not to be outdone, and judging from the sound, the distance between the two was still decreasing.

The wind whistled past my ears.

Yang An felt like his lungs were about to explode from running, but he still couldn't shake off his opponent.

He got a little carried away for a moment.

"Depend on."

He cursed under his breath, then stopped decisively as he passed another corner.

He casually pulled a compass from his pencil case and gripped its sharp side.

That person was clearly physically strong, but seemed a bit slow.

We were already very close.

When the other party saw Yang An suddenly turn the corner and disappear, they were caught off guard and couldn't stop in time.

At the same time, Yang An gritted his teeth, leaned out half a body, and was about to raise the compass high.

As luck would have it, the two of them collided violently.

"what!"

"Uh-huh!"

Two shouts, each with a completely different tone, rang out simultaneously.

One screamed in agony, the other groaned softly.

However, it wasn't the follower who screamed.

It was Yang An who was preparing to strike first.

He was slammed to the ground by the force, and the compass in his hand flew away without him even knowing where.

The next second, his eyes were filled with horror.

"Jiang, Jiang Nianxi?"

The distance was close enough that he could clearly see the other person's face.

A familiar face, black hair falling to the temples.

Isn't that Jiang Nianxi?

He never expected that the person following him all the way would be his cheap deskmate.

On the other side, Jiang Nianxi was also badly hit, but she quickly regained her balance by holding onto the wall.

She was still wearing her school uniform, but even though it was the hot summer, she was still wearing a school uniform jacket.

Why are you following me??

After recovering, Yang An asked a question in confusion.

Although he recognized the man as an acquaintance, Yang An's subordinate was still quite frightened.

It's already good enough that he didn't immediately get up and throw two punches.

Jiang Nianxi did not answer him, but instead turned her gaze to the compass that had fallen to the side.

Its sharp end gleamed with a cold, icy light in the dim light.

Her breath hitched.

"You...you tried to stab me just now?"

Yang An grinned as he got up from the ground, patting his butt: "I didn't know it was you. Besides, who knew you were following me like a pervert? Of course I had to retaliate first."

"What are you following me for?"

However, Jiang Nianxi only gave him a deep look before lowering her head and brushing past him.

"I just wanted to tell you."

"You...can't get rid of me."

Yang An could even hear a very faint laugh as those words were left in the alleyway.

Until there was no trace of that person left in sight.

Even though the other person was just a girl, Yang An couldn't help but feel a chill.

That's insane, it's utterly baffling.

He couldn't help but curse inwardly.

……

"Happy birthday."

Yang An sat on the sofa, looking at the blessings coming from his phone screen, a slight smile playing on his lips.

My heart felt as if it were enveloped in warm sunshine.

He said softly, "Thank you."

On the screen, Mr. and Mrs. Yang were squeezed into the camera, their exhaustion evident despite their work commitments.

But that heartfelt blessing truly dispelled the chill in the room.

Today is the seventh day after the end of the college entrance examination.

It was also Yang An's eighteenth birthday.

After tonight, he will be a responsible adult.

"Son, we'll hang up now, remember to collect your red envelope!"

"Okay, take care of yourselves over there."

beep - beep -

The phone hangs up.

Yang An put down his phone, his gaze wandering aimlessly.

In the center of the table was a small cake he had bought himself.

Only one candle was lit, yet the flame was exceptionally bright.

A yellow halo was carefully cast across the tabletop.

"Then... happy birthday to myself?"

Although it was just a birthday for one person, I wasn't lonely.

Yang An smiled and leaned forward slightly.

"call."

A gust of air blew out, and the flickering candlelight went out instantly.

The faint, pungent smell of smoke slowly dissipated in the air.

"Thump, thump, thump."

Suddenly, a slow, muffled knocking sound came from the direction of the door.

Yang An, who was about to move the small cake, stopped and looked over curiously.

Strangely, the knocking sound only lasted twice before it stopped abruptly.

He straightened up and scratched his head.

It's almost 11 o'clock now, who would be knocking on his door at this hour?

Puzzled, Yang An tiptoed to the door.

He pried open the peephole and cautiously peered out.

The long-neglected hallway lights flickered occasionally.

The corridor was quiet.

Where is anyone?

He rubbed his eyes and looked through the cat's eyes again.

This time he observed more carefully, even trying to discern the dim corners that were not clearly visible at the edges.

No matter how hard Yang An searched, there was no trace of anyone.

Could it be... that I knocked on the wrong door?

That was his guess.

Driven by curiosity, he still couldn't resist pressing the doorknob, ready to find out for himself.

"Click."

The door opened a crack.

The dim light from outside quietly spilled onto the insoles.

"..."

After confirming several times that no one was there, Yang An relaxed his guard and left the door wide open.

"Um?"

Suddenly, the door seemed to bump into something lightly and paused for a moment.

Yang An immediately looked down.

A beautifully packaged box lay quietly on the cold ground.

The gift box was square and tied with a ribbon, and even had two overlapping bows tied at the very top center.

He leaned out again, looking around.

Is anyone there?

The sound echoed back and forth in the hallway, but no one answered.

Seeing no reaction, Yang An loosened the doorknob, moved a little further out, and squatted down next to the gift box.

I couldn't see much because of the lighting.

Now that he was closer, he noticed a white sticky note pressed under the pretty bow.

It is impolite to touch someone else's things without knowing whether they are for you or not.

However, he still gently untied the bow and pulled out the note.

The note contained only one line of very neat handwriting.

"Happy birthday."