Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

She greedily flipped through the pages, completely immersed in the world of words that Shen Yu had personally created.

The notebook isn't thin, but the front is mostly filled with these kinds of daily notes.

She flipped through the pages quickly, her heart filled with a warm, contented sweetness...

Until she flipped to the middle of the notebook...

The handwriting seemed to pause for a moment, and the ink was slightly darker than before.

Then, the recorded content suddenly changed.

"this...?!"

It is no longer a collection of daily trivialities or reading reflections, but has become a kind of... cold self-analysis and a summary of treatment plans.

The header, in slightly larger font, reads: "Emotional Management and Status Recording"...

Below are records categorized by type...

[I dreamt of my mother's death, experiencing intense grief accompanied by a feeling of suffocation. A cold shower (ineffective), high-intensity running to exhaustion (provided temporary relief for 30 minutes), and listening to white noise (ineffective). Conclusion: Physical exertion can temporarily divert attention.]

[Receiving a verbally abusive phone call from my aunt caused me a dull ache and resentment. I wrote it down to concretize my feelings. Conclusion: Writing can have a certain cathartic effect, but the duration needs to be controlled.]

Regular sleep schedule and sufficient sleep (the foundation for stable results).

Immersive reading/movie watching (temporary detachment; effectiveness depends on the content).

...

The further you flip through the pages, the more similar records you find, spanning a long period of time, with some dates even dating back two years.

Shen Yu used the most concise and objective language to record each of her emotional lows...

For each solution method tried, note its effectiveness, duration, and areas for improvement...

He treated himself as a research subject, attempting to use reason and methodology to combat the immense and invisible trauma left behind by the loss of loved ones...

There wasn't a single direct complaint, not a single lament.

Only cold, hard records and countless failed or partially successful attempts.

But it is precisely this extreme calmness and restraint that reveals a deep-seated loneliness and a heartbreaking struggle.

The excitement and smile on Lin Anran's face had vanished without a trace...

She sat blankly in the chair, staring unblinkingly at the densely packed words, her fingertips icy cold.

She turned to the next page, and the style had completely changed.

"?!"

The rational Shen Yu seemed to have instantly transformed into his emotional self...

There are no rigid, cold words, only some... emotional records.

Mom, I miss you.

When I was little, I said I would make something of myself and make you proud.

Now I've lost my goal.

I have no more hopes.

Anyway, even if I die now, no one will care or even notice.

Why not...?

That's it, let's just leave it at that.

I'm a little tired.

She looked at those words and imagined Shen Yu back then...

A drop of warm liquid fell without warning, landing on the paper and spreading a small, dark stain.

"Huh?"

Lin Anran blinked sharply, reached out and touched herself, only then realizing that she was crying.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, sliding down her cheeks, one drop after another, quickly forming a continuous stream...

She didn't make a sound, she just silently shed tears.

It felt as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping my chest, causing a dull pain that made it hard to breathe.

it hurts...

A sharp pain shot through my heart.

She raised her hand and pressed it hard against her aching chest, as if this could relieve the heartache that was almost overwhelming her.

She slowly closed the notebook, she...

I don't want to watch anymore.

That's enough...

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In the living room, Shen Yu sat alone on the sofa.

He read it rather slowly, his brows unconsciously furrowing slightly.

The contents of this notebook were more chaotic and heavier than he had anticipated.

The handwriting was sometimes messy and chaotic, the pressure penetrating the paper and tearing it...

Sometimes it curls up small and huddled in a corner, exuding a gloomy self-loathing.

It was filled with anger, despair, self-doubt, and even a destructive outpouring.

Why me? Why should I have to go through all this?

Everyone was laughing, it was so noisy, I wanted to sew their mouths shut.

The face in the mirror is disgusting.

Shen Yu's gaze swept over the words and pictures.

He could clearly feel the pain, struggle, and madness that almost overflowed between the lines.

This was very different from the Lin Anran he usually saw.

He knew she had inner wounds and shadows, but facing these words still had a greater impact than he expected.

Shen Yu watched in silence, feeling a heavy weight pressing on his heart.

He gently closed the black notebook.

My gaze shifted to the notebook next to me, which looked newer and had a light mauve cover.

Compared to the worn and heavy black notebook, this one looks much cleaner and tidier.

Shen Yu picked it up and opened it.

The handwriting that caught his eye startled him slightly.

"Um?"

In stark contrast to the frenzied gloom in the black notebook, the handwriting in this notebook is neat and even has a touch of careful delicacy.

The writing is fluent, the strokes are clear, and it conveys a sense of tranquility and gentleness.

He quickly glanced through a few lines, and then a clear look of surprise flashed across his deep eyes...

This entire book is almost entirely a record of him...

Shen Yu wore a light gray short-sleeved shirt today, which made his skin look so fair! He doesn't seem to like being in the sun... His eyelashes were so long when he was looking down at his book!

I secretly glanced back at Shen Yu three times. He was listening so attentively in class. He seemed to have noticed me and glanced in my direction! Yay!

Shen Yu seems a little sleepy. He's propping his head up with his hand, eyes closed. He looks so cute sleeping! I want to poke his cheek, but I don't dare! Hahaha!

[Thunderstorm...I'm so scared, but I can sleep with Shen Yu! Shen Yu covered my ears, and he smells so good! When I accidentally bit him, I bit too hard; I didn't mean to...I just...couldn't control myself. Will he hate me? But he kept holding me afterwards! His embrace felt so safe; I slept so well! I love Shen Yu the most...most ...

This line of text was written with great force, and a heart was drawn with it, with the center filled in with red ink.

Page after page, article after article, covering every detail.

From his daily clothing, subtle facial expressions, and habitual little gestures,

From their brief conversations to their chance encounters...

She even recorded her one-sided observations and imaginings.

Between the lines, there is a wealth of delicate observation, a cautious joy, a nervous anxiety, and a growing admiration...

Those phrases like "Shen Yu is so handsome," "Shen Yu is so nice," and "I like Shen Yu the most"...

It strangely isolates itself from the gloom and pain contained in that previous black notebook.

It's as if they belong to two completely different people.

It's hard to believe that both of these books were written by the same person...

Shen Yu flipped through the pages, his brows completely relaxed without him even noticing.

He noticed details he hadn't seen before.

I saw those moments, imbued with special meaning, from her perspective...

"Pfft—"

As Shen Yu watched, a smile curved upwards at the corners of his mouth, and he chuckled.

But deep within his eyes lies tenderness...

He closed the light mauve notebook very quietly.

He didn't look at any other books.

He didn't want to watch anymore.

That's enough.

Just then, Lin Anran pushed open the bedroom door, holding the dark blue hardcover notebook.

"Shen Yu".

Shen Yu raised his head almost immediately.

He was still clutching the light mauve notebook in his hand. He stood up, ready to hand the notebooks back to her.

He didn't see much; what he did see was enough.

Then he saw Lin Anran standing at the bedroom door.

Her face was covered in tears, her eyes and nose were red, and she just stared at him.

Her eyes were fixed on her, and her heartache was almost overflowing.

The smile from just moments before still lingered on Shen Yu's face...

The two of them just happened to be facing each other.

Shen Yu stared in disbelief at her tear-streaked face and blinked.

Lin Anran looked at the lingering smile on his face, her feelings complicated.

All the words were stuck in his throat.

Then, almost simultaneously—

Shen Yu and Lin Anran both opened their notebooks.

Lin Anran's tears fell in large drops, but she didn't wipe them away; she just sniffed hard.

Then, disregarding everything else, he rushed towards Shen Yu.

The moment Shen Yu moved, her body acted before her mind.

He slightly opened his arms and caught her steadily the moment she bumped into him.

He then tightened his arms, holding her tightly in his arms...

Shen Yu felt the person in his arms trembling slightly. He opened his eyes, a faint smile on his face, and whispered in Lin Anran's ear:

"Not watching anymore?"

Lin Anran, nestled in Shen Yu's arms, nodded gently, her voice thick with emotion and tinged with tears, and said:

"Hmm... I'm not watching anymore..."