Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"good……"

The girl responded softly and picked up the instrument in her hand.

"drop!"

"drop!"

She tapped the keyboard twice more: "Fifteen..."

Yang An took out his phone and displayed his payment QR code.

After paying, he was about to leave with his things when someone suddenly called out to him from behind.

"I am Su Lingyi."

Su Lingyi.

Su Lingyi...

Yang An stopped in his tracks and turned around in disbelief.

Although, nowadays, this name always feels both near and far, fading from my memory.

But as I tried to recall my senior year of high school, the image of that person with gold-rimmed glasses and long bangs gradually came to mind.

Su Lingyi.

He remembered.

She is the Chinese language class representative in the same class as Jiang Nianxi.

Back then... I think I even had a crush on myself back then.

Yang An's mind went blank for a moment.

Is this beautiful girl with flawless skin really the timid and submissive Su Lingyi from before?

"Su Lingyi... what are you doing in Xuancheng?"

After calming his chaotic emotions, he put the things he bought aside and walked forward.

For some reason, Su Lingyi subconsciously took a step back and avoided eye contact when she saw the young man approaching.

"I...I also study here, and I work part-time here."

"Oh... haha, that's good, that's good..."

Perhaps because he suddenly ran into an old classmate, Yang An was more or less embarrassed.

After all, he didn't recognize the other person at first.

Before this, the last time I saw Su Lingyi was... about five or six months ago.

Upon hearing this, a faint look of disappointment flashed across Su Lingyi's face, and she gave a self-deprecating laugh.

She had already taken off her gold-rimmed glasses, and her bangs had been replaced by long, flowing hair.

There's a saying that's true: glasses often conceal a person's good looks.

This is especially true for Su Lingyi.

She's completely different from the little class representative she used to be.

However, aside from his appearance, his inherent timidity was still quite noticeable.

Just as the two of them felt the atmosphere was getting a little awkward, Su Lingyi spoke first: "I... I'm at Xuancheng University of Science and Technology, which isn't far from your school."

"Um……"

Suddenly I realized something was wrong.

Yang An looked at the timid girl in front of him, frowned, and asked, "How did you know which school I went to?"

"...Why are you asking that all of a sudden?"

Su Lingyi was clearly taken aback.

"Nothing, I'm just a little curious."

"I...I saw you on the school's admissions list."

Admissions list?

Yang An recalled that his school did indeed post this thing every year.

He replied politely, "That's quite a coincidence, we went to university in the same city."

"but……"

He glanced at the time on his phone, looking somewhat anxious: "I have something to do, I have to go back right away."

"Okay...you go first..."

Before the last interjection could be uttered, the young man's figure hurriedly disappeared at the supermarket entrance.

Su Lingyi's hand froze in mid-air, her gaze fixed on the automatic door at the entrance, remaining silent for a long time.

Then some more customers arrived, carrying things and urging us on.

She was patted on the shoulder.

"Girl? Girl?"

"Ah, ah?" Su Lingyi came to her senses and realized that it was an old lady carrying a large bag of vegetables.

"Excuse me, Auntie, I'll scan it for you right away."

……

"Knock knock knock".

Standing in front of the door, Yang An felt an indescribable sense of unfamiliarity wash over him.

"Who is it?"

"I am Yang An."

With a "click," the door opened from the inside.

The first thing revealed was a light blue nightgown; looking up, you could see Jiang Nianxi's smiling face.

She smiled and asked, "Why are you back so late?"

"It's not too late, really..."

"..."

Jiang Nianxi took her phone out of her pocket and held the screen up to Yang An: "Here."

Yang An glanced at him: "What's wrong?"

"When I messaged you, it was 10:12. You should have just left the teaching building, right?"

"And now, it's 11:09, a full 57 minutes have passed."

"..."

Yang An was speechless, and goosebumps seemed to spring up all over his body at that moment.

Cold, as cold as falling into an ice cave.

This precise control enveloped him from head to toe in an indescribable feeling of suffocation.

"Goodness...where did you go on the way?"

Jiang Nianxi habitually rubbed his head and spoke softly.

"..."

Seeing that the other party remained silent and did not say a word, she simply smiled.

"Come in, breakfast's all cold, don't eat it, I'll make you some fish."

Lunch was sumptuous.

Yang An didn't eat much before he couldn't eat anymore and put his chopsticks down on the side of the bowl.

"Is the taste not good?" The woman put down her chopsticks and asked softly.

He shook his head: "No, I... I don't have much of an appetite today."

"..."

"It's okay, if you don't want to eat, we won't. We'll make you something delicious this afternoon."

The woman's reaction was unusually calm, with a gentle smile always on her face.

For some reason, this smile always looks a little creepy.

After hesitating for a while, Yang An coughed lightly and decided to change the subject: "What kind of job did you find? Lately... I haven't seen you go out at all."

This is also the place that has puzzled him the most since he moved here.

If you're looking for a part-time job like Su Lingyi's, you should spend very little time at home each day.

In addition, there's academic work and all that.

But Jiang Nianxi, it seems he sees the other person every day.

Very strange.

"...I don't have a job outside."

Jiang Nianxi picked up a pinch of fish with her chopsticks and slowly put it into her mouth.

His movements were unusually elegant.

"What?" Yang An frowned. "Didn't you say you found it? Then...where did you get the money to pay the rent and buy groceries...?"

"My royalties."

"Um?"

"The royalties I earn from writing novels."

"..."

Yang An only snapped out of his daze when the woman stood up and started clearing the table.

She, she...

Writing novels?

What kind of novel should I write?

She can even write novels?!

To be honest, Yang An had thought of many, many possible answers.

It might be about doing some marketing and promotion for others online.

It could also be related to the customer service industry.

But to his utter surprise, Jiang Nianxi's source of income was actually... royalties??

"Now that you've finished eating, go out onto the balcony and soak up some sun."

Jiang Nianxi picked up the tray, and the bowls, chopsticks and plates inside overlapped each other, making a crisp tinkling sound.

"If you don't want to sunbathe anymore, go to the bedroom and take a nap, read a book... I'll come to the bedroom to keep you company after I've finished washing these."

The footsteps faded into the distance, and as the kitchen door closed gently, the sounds of running water and clattering soon came from inside.

Yang An was left sitting alone in the chair, bewildered and at a loss.