Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

early morning.

When Yang An woke up from his deep sleep, he felt as if all his strength had been forcibly drained from his body, leaving him weak and sore.

He barely opened his eyes, noticing the numbness in his right arm, and tried to move it slightly.

"No, you are not allowed to move."

A faint command suddenly entered his ear from the right, and a warm little hand climbed onto his waist.

Yang An turned his head away. Jiang Nianxi was curled up in the quilt, with only her head showing, and was resting on his right arm.

No wonder I always felt like something was pressing down on my right arm; the culprit was right next to me.

Over the next few days, Yang An understood what true hell really meant.

To punish him for his unauthorized escape, Jiang Nianxi abandoned her previous gentleness.

Torture, demands.

This is not an intertwining of desires.

It was pure revenge, done in the name of pleasure, and branded with her own personal label.

Without material constraints, the sheer daily frenzy is enough to render a young person incapable of action.

"You won't be able to live without me..."

Jiang Nianxi gently inhaled the youth's alluring scent and chuckled softly.

It was as if countless withered hands were reaching out from the abyss, trying to drag Yang An, who was about to dangle in mid-air, down completely.

……

The scenery outside the window rushed past in the howling wind, leaving behind fleeting afterimages that could not be captured.

Stepping out of his memories, Yang An leaned against the window and closed his eyes.

Only the slight undulation of his chest proved that he was still alive.

His complexion had lost the vigor and vitality that a young person should have, and he looked rather pale.

He escaped.

There was no joy as I had expected.

Perhaps... the only thought in my mind right now is melancholy.

No one knows how much effort he put into this escape, or what price he paid.

When he turned off the water and electricity at home, picked up his carefully packed suitcase, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and prepared to step out of the house.

Jiang Nianxi is back.

With the knife against her neck, drawing a shallow line of blood, only then did a look of panic appear on the woman's face for the first time.

That was an expression Yang An had never seen before.

He said, "Move aside."

Jiang Nianxi's slender figure stood stubbornly and unwillingly in the empty corridor.

She knew, of course, that the young man wouldn't actually cut it.

However, she eventually moved aside and made room for the doorway.

Thinking back on all this, Yang An couldn't help but sigh.

Fortunately, he won his gamble.

At the time, I didn't expect Jiang Nianxi to come back suddenly, as if there were surveillance cameras in the house monitoring me around the clock.

Fortunately, he had been careful and had a fruit knife in his pocket, which he used to coerce the other party.

Now, sitting on the train to Xuancheng, listening to the snoring of an uncle not far from the carriage, Yang An had a feeling that was hard to describe.

Well...

Escaping death? That's a bit of an exaggeration.

After all, Jiang Nianxi did not actually threaten his life.

Perhaps... it's the feeling of escaping the abyss and seeing the light of day again.

My parents aren't home either; except for Chinese New Year, I probably won't be back for a long time.

Jiang Nianxi is not someone who is easily blinded by reason.

The more time Yang An spent with her, the more he realized this.

Moreover, the other party's family is not well-off.

Therefore, he was certain that the other party would not give up their promising future in the capital just to capture him.

Suddenly remembering something, he picked up his backpack from under the table, unzipped it, and took out the admission notice.

Looking at the golden lettering, he gently touched it, his gaze fixed on the first line of names.

Yang An.

It's okay...it's all over...

He closed the admission notice, leaned back in his seat, and steadied his breathing.

Once you get to Xuancheng University, everything will be alright.

Those nightmarish memories... will one day fade away into the corners of time.

……

"Dad, take a picture of me."

"Damn, we're in the same dorm! That's awesome!"

"Senior, I really don't want to get a card, so please don't help me with my luggage. I can manage on my own."

Xuancheng University, North Gate.

(This is truly fictional ๑ᵒᯅᵒ๑, I didn't know it existed before writing this)

People came and went, mostly parents with their children, and there were also a dozen or so senior students wearing volunteer clothes helping out everywhere.

Despite the large number of people, it surprisingly didn't feel crowded.

Yang An, carrying his schoolbag, took his suitcase out of the taxi's trunk.

"Thank you, Master."

He closed the trunk and shouted towards the front window.

The driver waved his hand, then the engine roared and the car sped away.

The transportation costs here are so expensive...

Seeing that his phone was still stuck on the payment page, Yang An couldn't help but gasp.

This distance would only cost about ten yuan in his hometown of Xunshi.

But the driver charged him a full twenty-five.

It depends on the price after he registers at the university, which is reduced by five yuan.

Indeed, there are differences between cities...

Stopping thinking about these things, Yang An shook his head, dragged his suitcase, looked at the magnificent yet simple school gate in the distance, and slowly walked over.

There were so many people.

Moreover, a bunch of people were taking pictures at the school gate.

Some of the senior students who wore volunteer uniforms were even pulled in to be photographers.

However, most of the parents were in groups of two or three.

Some children are traveling far from home for the first time, and it's understandable that they're worried and come along.

"Hello?"

Just as Yang An was about to go in, someone suddenly called out beside him.

He turned around in confusion, only to find that a girl had called out to him.

The girl had waist-length hair, exquisite makeup, and a generous smile on her face.

Hmm... wearing a green volunteer uniform?

"Hello." Yang An nodded and tugged at the shoulder strap of his backpack.

"Are you... a freshman?"

The girl glanced at his suitcase, somewhat cautiously.

It seems she's a senior student who's helping out, just like the others.

However, since it was already quite an achievement to pack my suitcase properly, I didn't pack much inside.

It was lightweight enough that Yang An felt he could manage it on his own.

Asking a senior student for help is a bit inappropriate.

So he gave an awkward laugh and said, "Um, senior, why don't you go help the other freshmen?"

"Oh, it's alright, junior. Putting aside the second course credits, helping the new juniors is our duty."

The girl smiled and took the suitcase from his hand, her every move exuding youthful energy.

The invisible radiance of confidence almost blinded Yang An.

He quickly grabbed the other end of the suitcase: "Really, you don't need to, senior. I can manage on my own."

"I haven't been here long and I don't have much work to do yet. It's nothing. I can even introduce you to the school. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if you came to the wrong place since you've just arrived."

"...Senior, I don't need a membership card either, I have a package deal."

"What kind of person do you think I am? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"

These words seemed to have crossed the girl's line. She immediately stood up straight, puffed out her proud chest, and looked unhappy.