Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"I'm happy no matter what it is, as long as it's given to me obediently."

She took the fried dough from Yang An's hand.

Yang Anke was somewhat stunned.

No.

It was just a few polite words, why did Jiang Nianxi actually accept them?

He certainly wouldn't care about this little bit of food.

The problem is, he's already taken a bite out of this fried dough...

Jiang Nianxi looked at the bite mark on the surface, a slight smile playing on her lips, and nonchalantly took a bite.

It's right across from where Yang An just ate.

It looks like... he's enjoying his meal.

"..."

Fine, as long as I'm not forced to eat what she's eaten, I'll let her do whatever she wants.

Yang An withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but sigh.

Soon it was time to pay the bill.

Jiang Nianxi and Yang An got up almost at the same time.

"I'll pay, go outside and get some fresh air."

The woman, holding her phone, walked towards the front desk.

Yang An looked at the lonely figure, but instead of going out, he followed.

He and Jiang Nianxi walked to the front desk at the same time.

"I……"

Jiang Nianxi was still entering her payment password; the old phone was making the response very slow.

She glanced at the receptionist sheepishly.

However, at that very moment, a payment notification reached her ears.

"Xiaoxin has received payment..."

She hadn't pressed the last digit of her payment password yet; her fingertip hovered over the screen.

Yang An, who was standing to the side, put away his phone and said calmly, "You treated me before, back in high school, so consider this my treat to you."

"I have money...you don't need it..."

"We're even now." He reached out and interrupted Jiang Nianxi, "From now on, I won't owe you that favor from high school."

Yang An has always been very clear-headed about this matter.

One yard owned by a yard.

Moreover... no matter how big the conflict was with the other party before, now is not the time to make trouble.

If he could gain Jiang Nianxi's trust a little more, the cost of a meal wouldn't matter.

"...I'll transfer it to you later." Jiang Nianxi silently put away her old phone.

Yang An simply smiled.

Just like what Jiang Nianxi said the first time she cooked for him.

Even if it were turned around, he wouldn't accept it.

"..."

This scene feels so real, it's like a replica of the original.

For some reason, he suddenly shivered.

strangeness……

The two walked out of the dumpling restaurant hand in hand.

Jiang Nianxi pressed herself against Yang An, slipping through his arm and pressing tightly against him.

From other people's perspective, they are undoubtedly just a normal couple who are very close.

As darkness fell, the moon's silhouette was shrouded in heavy clouds.

There were still many people on the street.

Or rather, after eating, the flow of people outside seems to only increase.

It seems that after get off work, many people are willing to stroll around the city with their family and friends.

However, there were also some foreigners.

Yang An had never seen a foreigner in the real sense while in Xun City.

The first time I saw it was at Xuancheng University, where I often saw foreign teachers or international students.

There are people with white skin and people with black skin.

Of course, the majority of the foreigners are of yellow skin, a large portion of whom come from Southeast Asia, and occasionally you can also see students from Japan.

Women make up the majority, while men are a very small minority.

Yang An lowered his head slightly, sighing inwardly.

Besides its economy and cultural heritage, the only unique thing about big cities is probably the large number of foreigners.

"ah!!"

Suddenly, a scream erupted beside me.

Then, a hooded Black man, clutching his wrist, stumbled back a few steps, nearly knocking over the person behind him.

"Um?"

Yang An's arm was tugged. He looked over and saw Jiang Nianxi letting go of him, her gaze coldly fixed on the person who had just fallen.

They remained motionless, and a subtly oppressive atmosphere spread through them.

Curious passersby gradually gathered around.

"What's wrong, Jiang Nianxi?"

He asked, puzzled.

Jiang Nianxi didn't speak, but just stared intently at the person who stood up again.

"What the hell are you doing?"

When the hooded man flicked his wrist and looked up, Yang An could see clearly that he was a foreigner.

It's still black.

Before anyone could react, the black man spat on the ground and walked closer to Jiang Nianxi.

"..."

Yang An frowned, reached out and placed his hand across Jiang Nianxi's chest, pushing her back a little.

He watched the approaching Black man and asked, "What are you trying to do?"

To everyone's surprise, Lao Hei smacked his thick lips a few times, first smiling as he looked at Jiang Nianxi behind him, then shifting his gaze to Yang An's face.

"Your girl?"

"..."

Yang An didn't respond, but just cautiously looked at the hooded black man with a roguish air.

The two men were about the same height, but Old Black didn't seem afraid at all; instead, he took another step closer.

His gaze kept drifting towards Jiang Nianxi.

At this moment, Jiang Nianxi, who had been silent all along, spoke up. She tugged at Yang An's sleeve and whispered, "He tried to touch me just now. As soon as he reached out, I twisted his wrist..."

No, what's going on here?

Yang An's face darkened.

Jiang Nianxi, you really know how to attract attention.

Of course, I just muttered a complaint to myself.

The crazy woman is definitely not wrong.

He had long heard that some foreigners who came to the country had dirty hands and feet.

Especially some Black people.

After hearing comments about "easy girls" on foreign websites, he likes to target women in China.

Having learned the whole story, Yang An began to seriously examine the hooded black man with a short mustache in front of him.

He doesn't look fat, but he's quite fit.

Even at this not-so-close distance, he couldn't help but pull Jiang Nianxi back a step.

There is no other reason.

It's just...it smells awful.

Yes, it smells awful.

The body odor was mixed with the smell of cheap perfume.

I didn't realize it at first, but now that I do, I almost got suffocated by Yang An's smoke.

What's going on?

When you're stuck on the stairs at school, you have to endure unpleasant body odor. How can you eat a meal while inhaling that smell?

This body odor... is not only unpleasant, but it also travels far.

Yang An had no idea how those "esay girls" in China could bring themselves to do such a thing.

"Heheh...Your girl's tender, Real nice."

Old Hei licked his thick lips, his aggressive gaze fixed on Jiang Nianxi.

He spread his hands and shrugged.

"Tiny yellow monkey...small in every way, huh? No wonder she looks elsewhere. (Tiny yellow monkey, someone as short as you can't satisfy your woman, can you?)"

Neuropathy.

Yang An stared at the muttering Black man like he was an idiot, and blurted out, "Shit you, nigger. Hard and ugly as a shit house rock."