Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

He ultimately remained silent.

Jiang Nianxi's stiff expression finally eased a lot. She placed the basin of water under Yang An's feet and then began to wash his feet.

The whole process was undoubtedly extremely agonizing.

Every minute, every second, Yang An felt as if he were being roasted on a fire.

It was a long and difficult process to get all of this done.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Jiang Nianxi carry the basin of water out of the ward.

At the same time, a faint sense of loss welled up in my heart.

Jiang is so outstanding, and also very considerate and gentle...

Unfortunately, it's not the scenery you want, so it's best not to have any expectations.

He let out a big yawn.

We should cut off these unrealistic fantasies as soon as possible.

Knowing full well that someone like themselves is not good enough for someone else, yet still shamelessly trying to curry favor with them, can only be described in one word.

Yang An has no desire to become the top dog in Gotham City.

……

Time flies, and the days pass in the blink of an eye.

Yang An, who had been in the hospital for a week, was finally discharged.

Under the curious gazes of the teachers, he smiled awkwardly and walked to the desk of his homeroom teacher, Ms. Liu.

"Are you feeling better?"

Mr. Liu is a young male teacher who teaches chemistry. Although he is young, he is very kind to his students.

They can go on a study tour to another school and secretly bring back a big bag of snacks.

She's not pretentious at all, and sometimes she even plays basketball with the boys in her class during PE class.

"Hehe, it's nothing, just a minor injury." Yang An scratched his head.

Teacher Liu wrote the last comment on the test paper, then turned her chair to face him.

After examining him for a while, he suddenly laughed and said, "I didn't realize that you were so weak and had a cold not long ago, yet you dared to go up and take a knife for someone."

Yang An's smile became somewhat stiff, and his eyes involuntarily darted away.

"How...how would I have known that what fell was a knife? If I had known, I wouldn't have rushed at it so recklessly."

Upon hearing this, the other female teachers in the office who were watching the drama exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

Teacher Liu sighed and rubbed her forehead: "Yang An, whether it's an accidental rescue or an act of heroism, your own safety should always come first. You can't risk your life to save others."

Yang An lowered his head and clasped his hands together.

"Alright, this is a crucial stage of senior year. You haven't been here for a week, and you've fallen behind in all subjects. If you feel better, go back to the classroom and catch up on all the subjects. Ask the other students for help."

"If there's anything you don't understand, you can come directly to the office to find a teacher, and we'll make time to answer your questions."

He gave a few scattered instructions.

With a wave from Teacher Liu, Yang An felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly fled the office.

"call……"

Even though the office is warm in the dead of winter, it has a low-pressure atmosphere.

Staying there for too long really makes you feel inexplicably suffocated.

Opening the tightly closed office door, what greeted my eyes was not the familiar desk I had seen countless times, but... a gray and white scarf that I knew all too well.

There's also a faint jasmine scent.

Jiang Nianxi was just about to enter when she came in.

Yang An stepped back, clearing the doorway for the other party to enter first.

Jiang Nianxi glanced at him silently, then walked towards Teacher Liu's desk.

It seems they're here to cancel their fake documents.

Yang An dared not linger any longer. He pulled his somewhat thin, oversized school uniform tighter, closed the office door, and hurried toward the classroom of Class 4.

It was during the morning exercise break.

Morning exercises were cancelled because the playground was blocked by heavy snow.

Many people took advantage of the long thirty minutes to laugh and joke around in the hallway.

Some people simply came out for some fresh air, leaning against the cold ledge, their eyes glazed over, seemingly lost in thought.

Just as Yang An reached the back door of the classroom, before his right foot had even stepped across the threshold, a gruff male voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Hey, Yang An, when did you get discharged from the hospital?"

That sound...

He sighed and slowly turned around.

Standing before me was a burly, imposing man.

He was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with dark skin and fine hair on his chin.

However, they were tightly wrapped in school uniforms, and had that adorable, blank expression.

It feels somewhat out of place.

This is Pan Zhufa, an old friend who moved up from another class to Class 4 with him.

"The wound is a bit deep and hasn't fully healed." Yang An turned his back, revealing a corner of the bandage on his back.

"hiss……"

Pan Zhufa gasped.

"Hey, no, it's me who's in pain, not you, why are you hissing like that?" Yang An looked at this big, silly guy and was speechless.

"Isn't this just empathizing with you? By the way, I heard you got into this state because you took a knife for Jiang Nianxi?"

"What nonsense! That didn't happen. I was hit on the way here."

"Uh... could the rumors be inaccurate?"

"You said it's just a rumor, so do you believe it or do you believe me, the person involved?"

Yang An would definitely not admit it.

If he admits it, then the fact that he traveled alone with Jiang Nianxi will be confirmed.

There will definitely be a lot of Jiang Nianxi's brainless simps chasing after him.

The two of them entered the classroom, laughing and joking.

During the senior year of high school, most people who stay in the classroom want to catch up on sleep.

A very small number of people donned long coats and silently worked on their assignments.

When he came in, apart from a few people who cast strange glances at him, the others simply gave him a quick look and then continued with what they were doing.

Sitting in his long-unused seat, Yang An looked at the mountain of test papers piled up on the table and felt momentarily dazed.

These……

Are these all things he needs to catch up on next?

This can't be a dream, can it?

He pinched his thigh hard.

The pain shot through his nerves like an electric current, telling him that these mountains of blank exam papers were real.

After glancing once more at the dimly lit classroom, Yang An had the illusion that he was no longer in the mortal world.

After the morning exercise break ended, students gradually returned to their classrooms from the corridor outside.

The first Chinese language class.

The Chinese teacher leaned on the podium, holding review materials, and repeatedly emphasized the key points of the first round of review.

Most of the students in the audience had their heads down.

It was clear that the teacher was also somewhat exhausted.

He spoke in a flat, even slightly weary tone.

As someone who has been teaching senior high school students for five years, I imagine even he would get bored and tired of this kind of life.

For the entire class, the seat next to Yang An was empty.

Jiang Nianxi hasn't returned; she's probably still in her office.

Yang An managed to take some notes, but by the end of get out of class, he was overcome by intense drowsiness and soon collapsed onto the desk.

My upper and lower eyelids are no longer drooping.

As my eyes closed, my tense consciousness gradually sank into endless darkness.

Those sitting near the back door naturally become the primary victims of the winter's cold wind.

In addition, the clothes worn under the school uniform were also very thin.

As he slept, Yang An felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave underground.