Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"..."

Jiang Nianxi crouched down in bed and groped around silently.

Until, they took out a crumpled shirt.

A very faint blush slowly appeared on her cheeks.

I recall the scene from that day.

"Little girl, why are you making a copy of this key?"

The master craftsman looked at the metal key Jiang Nianxi handed him, glancing at it from left to right, and asked suspiciously.

It looks exactly like a key to a private house.

Jiang Nianxi simply lowered her head: "Uncle, I only have one key to my house, but I'm going to another city to take care of some business recently, and I'm afraid I'll lose it, so I'm thinking of getting a spare key made."

Perhaps it's because Jiang Nianxi is naturally very beautiful that she has a friendly demeanor.

The master craftsman examined the key for a few seconds, pondered for a moment, and then took on the task.

There was no doubt, nor were there any further inquiries.

Jiang Nianxi successfully obtained the spare key to Yang Anjia's house.

She secretly used a spare key to open the security door of Yang An yesterday while he was out looking for Pan Zhufa.

In Yang An's room, they found the clothes he had just changed out of, including his underwear, and quietly took them back to their own home.

The shirt wasn't originally that wrinkled; it was fairly flat.

But this morning, I couldn't suppress the loneliness and panic in my heart.

She needs a hug.

They need warmth.

She needs someone who is absolutely safe to comfort her.

But now... at least this morning.

There is no way to achieve this.

Jiang Nianxi could only tremblingly grab the shirt folded on the bedside table and pull it into the quilt.

Since we can't have it for the time being.

Then let's use a substitute.

The poor shirt, which originally belonged to Yang An, was now being tightly clutched in the girl's arms.

Jiang Nianxi buried her face in it, her red lips slightly parted.

She could smell the jasmine scent on her body, mingling with the scent of male hormones emanating from the young man's shirt.

As she inhaled it, intense excitement and guilt overwhelmed her entire nervous system.

She knew that by doing this, she was no different from those perverts on TV.

She also knew that this was a serious departure from the education she had received in the past.

Theft, spying, harassment.

But now, under the overwhelming impact, Jiang Nianxi was no longer able to think about anything else.

My mind went completely blank almost instantly.

She curled up in bed, trembling uncontrollably.

until……

As her psychological and physical symptoms gradually subsided, she was finally willing to lift her head out of her shirt.

But they still haven't let go.

The bed was filled with the combined smell of the two.

Such peace of mind.

So much so that the aftertaste lingered for a long time.

She only managed to restrain herself a little when she was on a video call with Yang An.

the other side.

"what?"

Yang An had just woken up when he suddenly remembered that he needed to wash the clothes he had changed out of yesterday, so he hurriedly rummaged through the clothes basket.

"strangeness……"

Clutching his few remaining coats, he scratched his head, looking bewildered.

"I remember, it was placed here yesterday."

"How come... there are only these two coats left?"

"Could it be that it was placed somewhere else and I remembered it wrong?"

……

There's still about a month until the start of the semester, when I can receive my acceptance letter and register for school.

Yang An sat on the edge of the bed, repeatedly stroking the tightly clutched admission notice in his hand, reluctant to put it down.

On the cover, four large, golden characters are displayed.

Xuancheng University

This was his biggest goal since he started junior high and high school, and also the one he considered the most impossible to achieve.

Unexpectedly, the admission notice is now quietly lying in my arms.

Sure enough, the senior students online were right.

There are only three happy times after the college entrance examination.

One is someone who has just finished their exams and is carefree.

One is to achieve results, to have a successful start, and to exceed expectations.

The last thing is receiving the acceptance letter.

Everything has settled down.

The accumulation of six years of junior high and high school education ultimately manifests in every stroke and dot on the admission notice.

The name preceding a student's name is more than just a symbol of admission.

It encapsulates countless bitter experiences and the torment of day and night.

"call……"

After closing the notice, Yang An carefully put it back into the envelope and placed it on the top shelf of the bookshelf.

"Knock knock knock".

Unfortunately, a knock on the door suddenly broke the atmosphere inside the room.

Yang An pondered for a moment, then casually pulled back the curtains, letting some sunlight into the bedroom.

He then quickly left the bedroom and walked towards the security door.

Who is it?

The questioning was quite loud, but it was just loud enough to penetrate the security door and reach the person knocking on the door from the outside.

Soon, a response came from outside the door.

"It's me, my deskmate."

That voice, that name.

It's definitely Jiang Nianxi.

Yang An opened the security door.

Outside the door, Jiang Nianxi was dressed in very ordinary sportswear, with a faint smile on her face.

Although it lacks the stunning beauty of wearing a skirt, and doesn't have the pure and innocent filter of school days.

But this outfit, without any makeup, actually gives it a more down-to-earth feel.

It makes it seem... quite ordinary.

It has lost some of its indescribable aggressiveness.

"Jiang Nianxi, what made you decide to come to my house?"

Yang An felt somewhat helpless. He took a step back and fully opened the security door to make room for entry.

This unexpected little detail actually increased Jiang Nianxi's goodwill towards him even more.

She walked in slowly and sat on the sofa.

Yang An went to the kitchen to pour her some water first.

"...Do you drink tea?"

He walked to the door, paused, turned around, and asked softly.

Jiang Nianxi shook her head: "I'm not used to it, plain water is fine."

He nodded silently and went straight into the kitchen.

Before figuring out Jiang Nianxi's true purpose for this trip, it is still necessary to maintain appropriate politeness and obedience.

After the two of them sat at opposite ends of the sofa, Jiang Nianxi held the warm water she had just poured in her hands and took a small sip.

He said something that almost made Yang An spit out his water.

"Yang An, what's your decision?"

"What?" He coughed a few times and looked at the girl suspiciously.

"You should be able to truly feel how good I am to you and how much I like you these past two weeks."

"..."

Jiang Nianxi smiled.

Yang An's silence was exactly what she had expected.

It's just that I don't want to be with her, but I've accepted her kindness both actively and passively, so I find it hard to express it.

She understood everything perfectly.

But she didn't expect Yang An to agree to her today.

After all, the other party still has a considerable degree of rejection and... "fear" of her.

To truly bind Yang An to her, or rather, to make him fall in love with her...

Either let time heal Yang An's wounds and erase his feelings of inferiority and the shadow cast over her.

Alternatively, we have to resort to another method.

Despite the possibility of it being illegal.

Despite the possibility of unexpected and serious risks.

Although... it might make her deskmate hate her, dislike her, and fear her even more.

But Jiang Nianxi had no time left.

She can't even bear to be without one of his clothes now.

Her longing and her loneliness tormented her spirit almost day and night, eroding her mind.

Her little deskmate was her magic cure.

A medicine that can be used for a lifetime.

Besides... as long as I can keep people by my side.

The others don't seem particularly necessary, haha?