Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

In the early morning, the two of them went out together as usual, holding hands as they went to school.

The days seemed to be the same as usual, yet a subtle tension was added because of some unspoken agreements.

The morning classes passed quickly. Lin Anran would often steal glances at Shen Yu to see what he was doing before turning back with satisfaction.

Shen Yu was no different from usual, listening to lectures, taking notes, and reading books. At school, he was very calm and composed, and almost nothing unexpected happened throughout the day.

The two went to the cafeteria together during their lunch break.

Even when Lin Anran was eating, she would still pick out the best food from her plate for Shen Yu, and would even secretly feed him when no one was looking...

The afternoon classes went smoothly until the evening, when the homeroom teacher announced from the podium:

"Everyone, bring your pens and head to the auditorium. This afternoon is a pre-exam psychological adjustment lecture, which will be arranged by the entire grade."

The students gradually got up, feeling a sense of temporary relief, and flocked to the auditorium. Anyway, it was nice not to have to attend class.

Inside the auditorium, senior high school students were seated according to their class assignments. Standing on the stage was Chen, a senior psychology teacher hired by the school.

The auditorium was a bit stuffy. The seats were arranged according to the seating arrangement in the classroom, so Shen Yu and Lin Anran couldn't sit together.

Teacher Chen spoke at length on stage.

He also shared some seemingly inspirational but actually quite practical advice regarding sleep, diet, and how to adjust your study rhythm in the last month.

For example, "The college entrance examination is an important step, but not the end of life" and "Do your best and accept the result."

His voice, amplified through the microphone, was steady and soothing.

But most students probably only see this time as a chance to catch their breath, and some have even closed their eyes to catch up on sleep.

As the lecture drew to a close, Professor Chen clapped his hands to signal everyone to be quiet...

"Okay, we've covered a lot of theories and methods, but I know that everyone's worries and stress come from different sources. Finally, let's do a little activity."

Then he brought out an opaque cardboard box and gave each student a uniform little card.

"Please write down anonymously on the card what is currently causing you the most genuine pressure, worry, or concern—anything is fine, as long as it's real. You don't need to write your name. Fold it in half after you've finished writing. I'll collect them later and randomly select some to share and see if we can offer each other some inspiration."

A rustling sound filled the auditorium as students lowered their heads and began to ponder and write on the small card.

Some people wrote quickly, while others hesitated, biting their pens.

Shen Yu took the card and pen, his gaze lingering on the blank paper for two seconds...

Worries? Stress?

He didn't know what he had to write about, because for him, everything would probably become a source of pressure, but if his mindset was different, he might experience almost no pressure.

He doesn't need to worry about things that ordinary people worry about, like grades, family...

However, the things he has to worry about are things that most people don't have access to.

In the distance, Lin Anran also received the card. She looked down at it, her fingers gripping the pencil, and didn't move for a long time.

Shen Yu lowered his eyelids, didn't think much, and quickly wrote a few words on the paper.

After writing, he folded the card in half, placed it on the back of the chair in front of him, and then raised his head again, looking calmly ahead.

A few rows later, Lin Anran quickly wrote a line of text. After finishing, she folded the card in half and put it in the cardboard box when someone came to collect it.

The slips of paper were collected one by one, and the box was moved to the side of the podium. Teacher Chen casually stirred the cards inside, then reached in and pulled one out.

He unfolded the cards and read aloud, "Okay, let's take a look now and see what kind of stress or worries everyone generally has."

"I didn't do well on the second mock math exam, and I feel like I can't make up for it in the last month. I'm so desperate..."

"It's a very real and common worry," Teacher Chen nodded, put down the card, and began to analyze the source of this sense of despair in plain language.

The suggestion is to break down the goals and focus on the controllable analysis of wrong answers, rather than getting bogged down in the uncontrollable scores and comparisons.

Next is the second one:

"My parents ask me every day how my studies are going and if I'm eating well. I know they care, but the pressure is really immense, and I feel like I can't breathe."

"Okay, this time it's pressure from family, which is also the source of most of the pressure we face now. Many students want to get good grades actually to repay their parents..."

Teacher Chen expressed her understanding, analyzed the subtle tension between family love and personal space, and offered some specific suggestions on how to communicate with parents.

For example, "proactively reporting progress and reducing passive inquiries" can give you a lot of leeway.

The third one: "My best friend seems to have distanced herself from me lately. I always sit next to her, and thinking about it makes me feel really bad when I'm studying. I can't concentrate."

This caused a slight commotion in the audience, as some people seemed to be guessing who wrote it.

Teacher Chen emphasized the supportive nature of friendship before the exam and suggested open communication, or temporarily shifting focus back to one's own goals.

One after another, the worries were varied yet strikingly similar, all revolving around the inescapable themes of academics, family, and peer relationships for high school seniors.

Teacher Chen's answers were practical and gentle, without empty talk, and he tried his best to provide actionable ideas.

The atmosphere in the auditorium became more relaxed than before, with a few soft laughs occasionally breaking the silence, thanks to this collective sharing and listening.

Finally, Teacher Chen reached into the box again, rummaged around for a bit, and pulled out a folded card.

He unfolded it, his gaze falling on it, and he seemed to pause slightly.

This time, he didn't read it aloud immediately, and even seemed to be considering putting the card back...

But after hesitating for a few seconds, he finally looked up and glanced around at the sea of ​​people below the stage.

With his steady, microphone-amplified voice, he clearly read the words on the card:

"This one is quite interesting. I wonder if this student is serious or joking."

"I'm afraid he'll leave me, and I want to keep him by my side forever, no matter what."