Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Jiang Nianxi's shadow haunted Yang An for several nights after the start of the new semester.

Lying on my dorm bed, as soon as I closed my eyes, that familiar figure seemed to automatically lie down beside me, reaching out to hug me tightly.

It was so oppressive that I couldn't breathe.

Each time I finally managed to break free and sit up in bed with a start, my forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.

It was still dark outside, and when I checked my phone, it was only a little past five o'clock.

They had clearly escaped that person...

But why do I always feel like I've never left that person's side?

He comforted himself, telling himself that it was all over.

How can you face real life if you keep those disgusting experiences in your mind?

"Huh? Yang An, why are you awake so early? Did you have another nightmare?"

On the opposite bed, Guo Ji's faint snoring was still going on.

Under the bed, Deng Qianwan had already climbed down the ladder and was asking in confusion.

Yang An wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and responded softly, "Mmm..."

He gestured with his chin towards Deng Qianwan: "What about you? You were waking up at nine or ten o'clock the past few days, why are you up at five today?"

Guo Ji and Deng Qianwan are both professional night owls.

They absolutely refuse to give up until three or four in the morning.

He sleeps incredibly soundly, like a rock.

So sometimes getting up at 11 a.m. is the norm.

"You forgot, there's a meeting in the courtyard today." Deng Qianwan turned on the desk lamp and dimmed the light to its lowest setting.

"What?"

"It's the freshman orientation; we even have to introduce ourselves."

"what?"

"Besides, there are only a little over a hundred freshmen in our department. If they all come forward one by one, who knows when it will take. I'm speechless..."

Freshman orientation, self-introduction.

The combination of these two words made Yang An's head spin.

There were over a hundred people, and they still had to stand at the very front to speak.

For someone with social anxiety like him, that would be a complete nightmare.

Deng Qianwan didn't seem very scared; on the contrary... he seemed a little excited.

"So, I need to get to that lecture hall by 8:30, so I'd better hurry up and get myself ready. I heard there are quite a few pretty girls in our year!"

"..."

Yang An merely forced a smile, offering no comment.

The location of the freshman orientation is not far from the dormitory building; it should only take about ten minutes to walk there.

Unfortunately, there was a sleeping god in the dormitory. By the time Yang An and the Deng brothers were ready to leave, Guo Ji hadn't even put on his clothes yet.

"Wake up."

The Deng brothers walked out of the dormitory chatting and laughing. Yang An then walked to Guo Ji's bed and patted the bed railing.

"Huh?!?!" Guo Ji was snoring when he was startled and sat up abruptly, his eyes still sleepy.

Yang An pointed to the door and said helplessly, "Let's go, the meeting starts in half an hour."

"What? I don't know anything about this." Guo Ji looked bewildered.

"Everyone must attend the freshman orientation."

"Holy crap, when did you get the notification? My clothes..."

After dawdling for a while, he and Guo Ji finally walked out of the dormitory building.

When the two of them arrived at the lecture hall, there were already quite a few people sitting there.

The moment the door opened, all the counselors present and on the stage looked over.

"...Hehe, sorry."

Yang An's face still had the rosy glow left from the strenuous exercise as he bowed slightly.

Guo Ji was a beat slow to react, but he also started to imitate her in a similar manner.

The counselor was a kind young woman. She didn't say anything, but simply nodded, signaling us to enter.

And so, Yang An and Guo Ji, the two conspicuous figures, awkwardly sat down in the back row under everyone's gaze.

Isn't this a kind of embarrassment?

"Sorry, bro, I shouldn't have gotten so caught up in the game that I didn't know anything and now you're late with me..."

"We're already brothers, don't take it to heart," Yang An waved his hand.

The freshman orientation organized by the college itself wasn't complicated, but the process was no different from that of the university-wide orientation.

Even the white-haired dean rushed over and sat down with a smile.

The old man always evokes a strange sense of goodwill in people.

This applies to most students as well.

Even before the introduction, no one knew that the little old man sitting on the small stool was the dean.

After going through the previous procedures, it was finally time for self-introductions.

This was also the most nerve-wracking part for Yang An.

Fortunately, the people who came up were not from the list.

Instead, they proceed one by one from left to right and from bottom to top.

Yang An and Guo Ji were seated in the last two seats.

But as the saying goes, sometimes waiting is more agonizing than going straight for it.

Because that tension and trembling hands will only become more pronounced over time.

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Zhi, and I come from Fufeng City..."

"My name is Zhao Wuming, and I'm a local from Xuancheng..."

One person came up, and one person came down.

Clearly, Yang An wasn't the only one who was nervous.

Some people did their homework in advance, like my roommate Deng Qianwan.

Their language is clear, fluent, concise, and they can accurately express their hobbies.

Some people, like Yang An, only found out about this segment when they woke up in the morning. Once on stage, they seemed at a loss and stammered.

Basically, I just gave my name and location, casually mentioned a new interest, and then quickly ended the session.

Some boys even talk incoherently, and their heads always seem pointed.

However, the embarrassment of these people did not make Yang An feel relaxed in the slightest.

However, Deng Qianwan was right; there were a lot of girls in his class.

Even a rough estimate suggests a ratio of approximately one to one.

There are quite a few good-looking ones too.

Isn't it said that there are very few girls in this major?

He frowned slightly.

Guo Ji, who was standing to the side, proved that his ability to withstand pressure, honed through playing CS:GO, was remarkable. He was still able to watch the video with great interest in this situation.

Yang An couldn't help but give him a big thumbs up.

During the wait, his gaze was fixed on the podium the entire time.

But as he watched, his inner tension and fear compelled him to look around and observe the reactions of others.

Suddenly, my gaze fixed on the second left position directly in front of me.

Yang An paused for a moment, stunned.

There was a girl sitting there.

Her hair was not tied up at all, but rather draped lazily over her shoulders.

He rested his chin on his hand, looking down at something.

He seemed uninterested in everything around him.

The reason his gaze lingered on this girl was because... he felt a strange sense of familiarity towards her.

Yes, although you can't judge anything just by looking at someone's back.

But that indescribable aura...

It really looks like someone.

A person whose name he did not wish to mention.