My deskmate is actually my yandere reader.

"Teacher Yongheng, come down for breakfast."

"I...I understand..." Kurose Izumi answered, trembling.

Then, he rolled out of bed and sat dejectedly at the small round table, not daring to look at Shiraishi Chiren's face.

"Teacher Eternal, do you have any complaints about the life I've kept you under house arrest?"

Kurose Izumi lowered her head and remained silent, not daring to answer Shiraishi Chire's question.

"I won't do anything to you, as long as you can give me the ending I want, that's fine."

"Then why can't you write it yourself?" Kurose Izumi looked up and couldn't help but ask.

Since you're so clever and even have an outline, why not just write and adapt it yourself?

It's not that he disagrees.

Why do you have to go to such extremes?

12. Escape is possible (Please continue reading)

"What I wrote is not as meaningful as what you wrote."

Chire Shiraishi gave an answer that wasn't really an answer.

What she was thinking was: Kurose Izumi is the author, so only the ending written by him can be considered the ending.

If she were to come, it would be somewhat unsatisfactory.

This is a difference in writing style and technique, not in mindset.

No matter how hard you try to imitate, you can't write it exactly the same.

"What's the point...?"

Kurose Izumi gave a wry smile, unsure of what the so-called 'meaning' meant.

His initial motivation for writing novels was to make money; there wasn't much of an idealistic ambition involved.

But as he wrote more and made money, he began to let loose and write whatever he wanted.

This is a common problem among many established creators.

"By the way, judging from your voice and appearance, you must still be a student, right?" Kurose Izumi suddenly asked.

"Yeah, senior year of high school, what's up?" Shiraishi Chiren nodded and said casually.

"Nothing much... I just wanted to know, don't you need to go home?"

Looking back, it seems that Shiraishi Chiren stayed here the whole day yesterday and didn't leave.

"Please don't worry about that."

Shiraishi Chiren rested her delicate chin on her hand, watching Kurose Izumi eat her meal, as if she were observing her pet animal.

Like Izumi Kurose, she lives alone.

But it wasn't about going to Tokyo to study.

My family is also in Tokyo, but we live separately.

"Oh, I was just asking casually. It's okay if you don't want to answer..."

After that, Izumi Kurose focused on eating her breakfast without saying another word.

After he finished eating, Shiraishi Chiren picked up her plate and prepared to go to the living room for breakfast.

Before leaving, she left behind a message:

"If you're interested in writing, please finish it as soon as possible, so you can be free from this burden sooner."

After saying that, she left the bedroom, gently closing the door behind her.

"Writing..."

Kurose Izumi sat on the tatami mat, turned her head to look at the azure sky outside the window, and murmured to herself.

He then stood up, sat down at his computer desk, turned on his computer, and began creating.

The computer still has no internet connection.

He doesn't know how to do it either.

Kurose Izumi is a complete computer illiterate, otherwise her browsing history and the contents of her hard drive wouldn't have been seen.

"Ugh, what bad luck! I had to end up with this yandere, cleaver-wielding landmine girl..."

He sighed in frustration, placed his hands on the keyboard, and began typing, referring to the outline.

Time flies, and it's gone in the blink of an eye.

Kurose Izumi took a full two and a half hours to code one code!

During this time, Shiraishi Chiren did not come in again, and no one knows what she was doing.

Kurose Izumi, having finished writing, still hadn't seen Shiraishi Chiren arrive, and began to think about running away again.

He is not bound now; he is a free man.

Therefore, he stood up, went to the bedroom door, and gently turned the doorknob.

Click—it only turned half a circle before encountering an obstacle; it must have been locked from the inside.

Unfortunately, the door is too old and can only be unlocked with a key; people inside cannot unlock it themselves.

But that's fine too.

Kurose Izumi was now certain that Shiraishi Chiren must have gone out, otherwise she wouldn't have locked the door.

His spirits lifted instantly, and he felt that there was hope of escaping!

There are no doors, and no windows either?

Even though this is the third floor, I should be able to use a bed sheet as a rope to slide down, right?

With that thought in mind, Izumi Kurose opened the window without security bars and glanced down.

"...Let's forget about it."

—Izumi Kurose has a fear of heights.

Furthermore, if you make a traction rope out of a bed sheet, it would only be four or five meters long at most.

There are still six meters left, and that's just an estimate. Who knows if I'll land headfirst, break my leg, or lose my balance and roll down that slope?

In that case, he would have to lie in the hospital, which would be no different from being imprisoned.

"Hey……"

Kurose Izumi sat on the bed and sighed deeply again, wondering when this kind of life would end.

click-

A short while later, the doorknob of the bedroom door was suddenly turned, making a crisp sound.

Kurose Izumi was startled and thought to himself, "Thank goodness I didn't actually run away."

otherwise……

He shuddered, not daring to imagine what would happen next.

The door opened, and Shiraishi Chiren walked in.

She glanced at Kurose Izumi sitting on the bed, then at the computer, and asked, "Finished writing?"

"Hmm, I've written eight thousand words. I'll continue later; I want to rest for a while."

"Okay, would you like some tea? Or do you need to use the restroom?"

"Tea is fine."

After this exchange, Shiraishi Chiren left and went to the living room to prepare tea.

Kurose Izumi got up from the bed, sat down at the small round table, and waited quietly.

About ten minutes later, Shiraishi Chiren walked in carrying a cup of fragrant black tea.

"Please use it."

She pushed one of the cups towards Kurose Izumi.

"Thank you," Kurose Izumi said softly, exhaling slightly to cool the liquid before taking a small sip.

The tea was delicious; you could feel the bitterness spreading down your throat and into your chest.

But after a while, the taste lingered on the lips and teeth, leaving a sweet aftertaste.

"By the way, did you just go out?" Kurose Izumi put down her teacup and asked casually.

"Yeah, I went out and bought some soundproofing material."

"Soundproofing cotton? What do you need that for?"

Kurose Izumi looked puzzled, not expecting this to be for him!

"This is for you, in case you yell."

"what?!"

Kurose Izumi paused for a moment.

Then, he hurriedly said, "Don't you believe me? How could I possibly shout?"

"Hmph, do you think I would trust someone like you who's just trying to run away?" Shiraishi Chiren sneered.

"W-How did you know?" Kurose Izumi's eyes widened slightly, and a bold guess suddenly came to her mind.

He asked in a deep voice, "You installed a surveillance camera in my bedroom?"

"There are signs that the windowsill has been opened. Even though you closed it, there are still marks underneath."

As Shiraishi Chiren spoke softly, she stood up, walked to the window, and touched the dust on the edge of the window.