Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"What's wrong? Why aren't you eating?"

Jiang Nianxi, who hadn't touched her chopsticks, turned her head and asked softly.

"No, it's nothing."

Yang An came to his senses and obediently picked up the chopsticks that were placed on the side of the bowl.

The food this morning was just as delicious as yesterday's.

There was no meat, but that didn't diminish its appealing color.

Seeing Yang An pick up his chopsticks, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Jiang Nianxi's eyes, and she then picked up her chopsticks as well.

Time passes slowly.

One of the living room windows was open, and the occasional chirping of birds could be faintly heard outside.

The two remained silent.

Jiang Nianxi also ate very slowly.

It was as if it were intentional.

Every now and then, they would put some food into Yang An's bowl.

She only took a few symbolic bites of the dish that the other person picked up the most, and then never ate any more.

Yang An was already quite nervous because Jiang Nianxi was crowding around him, and his hand holding the chopsticks was trembling slightly.

Where can you notice a girl's clever little touches?

This meal was undoubtedly quite painful for him.

It wasn't exactly agonizing.

It's just... awkward, yes, extremely awkward.

He had never been in a relationship and rarely had close contact with girls before meeting Jiang Nianxi.

Eating together side by side was indeed a bit beyond his capabilities.

As for yesterday.

The two people were sitting completely separately.

Although there was a slight awkwardness, it didn't affect normal communication or eating.

Silence became the dominant theme of the meal.

Jiang Nianxi served herself a small portion of rice, so she ate it quickly.

He put down his chopsticks early, put his hands on his lap, and quietly watched the young man eat.

As I looked at it, a slight smile crept onto my lips.

It seems that such a scene provides her with a certain kind of satisfaction.

"I...I'm full, thank you."

After finishing the last bite of rice in his bowl, Yang An stood up somewhat flusteredly before he could even chew it, wanting to take the initiative to clear away the bowl and chopsticks.

"Now that you've eaten, go lie in bed and play. I'll wash the dishes."

Jiang Nianxi, on the other hand, was more composed. She then stood up, holding her bowl, and extended her hand to Yang An.

He gestured for the bowl and chopsticks to be handed over.

Yang An looked at the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, then at Jiang Nianxi, who had a calm expression, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Give it to me."

However, Jiang Nianxi had no interest in standing there idly.

She took the other person's bowl and began clearing the plates off the table.

"Well... thank you for your trouble." Yang Anqian chuckled a few times.

"It's no trouble at all."

Jiang Nianxi, carrying the gifts, suddenly smiled as her eyes met his, saying, "Otherwise, how could I possibly accept your red envelope?"

Then, without paying attention to what Yang An was doing, she went to the kitchen.

This time, the kitchen door was closed.

Soon, the sound of rushing water came from inside.

Yang An was still standing by the table, feeling unsure whether to leave or stay.

I was at a loss.

……

Jiang Nianxi finally left his home.

The two hundred yuan transfer was sent, but no confirmation of receipt was received.

Instead, it was returned.

After washing the dishes, Yang An thought she would stay a little longer.

After all, given her previous actions—shamelessly insisting on spending the night at my house—she's now left without a word.

This was indeed somewhat beyond Yang An's expectations.

But that's alright.

He breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced.

If Jiang Nianxi continues to act shamelessly and insists on staying at his house for a few more days, then he really has no way to retaliate.

But the fact that his transfer was not confiscated actually made him feel somewhat guilty.

It has to be said that leaving so decisively improved the other party's image in Yang An's mind.

For the next two weeks, Jiang Nianxi did not find any other reason to visit his home.

However, communication via mobile phones has become increasingly frequent and close.

Basically, every morning when I wake up and open my phone, the first thing I see isn't some sensational news pushed by Baidu, but several greetings in a row.

Good morning, Yang An.

"Still not up, you lazybones."

"What are you doing?"

"..."

That gray-white profile picture looked like it had been infected with some kind of virus.

Every single day, without fail, on time.

Out of consideration for his previous help and friendship, he typed a reply.

But later, gradually, these kinds of messages became somewhat overwhelming.

Too dense.

...They're meddling too much.

When she eats, I ask her what she ate, whether it was nutritious, and I also take a picture of it for her.

When he was sleeping, she would bombard him relentlessly, asking him what he had done that day, who he had played with, and whether he had changed his mind about her confession.

What annoyed Yang An the most was that every time he played games, Jiang Nianxi would send him a "check-up" video.

In the end, even Pan Zhufa expressed his dissatisfaction with Yang An's frequent disconnections.

However, if they show impatience or indifference...

The other party immediately conveyed a deep sense of grievance in their words.

Just like Yang An really yelled at her to her face.

In reality, after witnessing the other party's madness and power, Yang An wouldn't dare to be fierce towards her even if he had ten times the courage.

So, Yang An couldn't stand it anymore and simply set that profile picture to Do Not Disturb mode.

It has to be said that with just a light tap of the fingertip, the whole world fell silent.

He also only gave a few words about Jiang Nianxi's news.

Sometimes, to avoid being contacted directly, I would occasionally choose a time to reply to them.

Yang An dared not gamble.

Now, Jiang Nianxi has memorized his home and several familiar roads.

He believed that Jiang Nianxi was absolutely capable of personally going to their door to confront them.

However, as news of Yang An became increasingly scarce, Jiang Nianxi seemed to realize his coldness.

So, as time crawled past the middle of July...

She also sent fewer and fewer messages.

Previously, I could reach 99+ in half an hour.

Now, they are like passersby.

Besides the morning and evening greetings, there are also frequent video calls.

"Hey classmate, what major did you choose?"

At this moment, Yang An was lying on the bed with a dark expression on his face.

Jiang Nianxi asked with great interest on the phone.

The background of the screen features a line of eye-catching text.

The evacuation failed.

It was another crucial moment for stealing kills, and another moment for coordinating with teammates.

Jiang Nianxi called me via video.

In the video, Jiang Nianxi appears to still be lying in bed, with the background still gray.

The curtains must have been drawn tight, and the lights weren't on.

You can clearly see her hair casually falling around her face, curling slightly on her fair neck.

She propped her head up with one hand and twirled a strand of hair between her fingers with the other.

It looks casual, yet possesses a... languid beauty.