Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Jiang Nianxi...

She pursed her thin lips and stared intently in the direction the two had left.

It was still early; we had just passed the 9 o'clock checkpoint.

Following procedure, Yang and An first went to the Academic Affairs Office.

Because of the previous return-to-school group at No. 1 Middle School, we had already informed the leaders of the Academic Affairs Office in advance.

"Jiang Nianxi, sigh... she's at Xuancheng University now, which should be pretty good."

The vice principal touched his bald head and sighed softly.

He smoothed out the internship form and placed it on his desk, then quickly signed his name in the bottom school-issued space with a pen.

He then took out the key and fiddled with it under the cabinet, retrieving the sealed seal.

As he stamped the document, he kept muttering, "You silly boy, we old folks tried to persuade you to go to Beijing, but you were so stubborn, sigh..."

"A person with ability will shine wherever they are." Jiang Nianxi said, her hands behind her back, her eyes unfathomable.

"Forget it, Xuancheng University is not bad either. You are indeed hardworking. Everyone has their own ambitions."

The vice principal handed her the stamped internship form and sighed.

Jiang Nianxi accepted the form: "Thank you, Principal."

"It's alright, it's alright. That boy, his name is Yang... Yang An, right?"

"Uh, yes, yes."

Yang An, who was pretending to be dead, was suddenly called on and quickly nodded in agreement.

Compared to Jiang Nianxi's composure, he was genuinely afraid of his former school leaders.

I remember he was in Class 1 when I was in my second year of high school.

The Mediterranean-looking principal once came to their class during evening self-study and dragged a troublemaker student into the aisle, kicking him five or six times.

The sound of someone being kicked was very loud, causing panic among the students still in the classroom.

That thug student was stubborn; he endured so many kicks but didn't utter a single sound.

Since the kicking incident, the vice principal has been known as "One-Kick Superman."

"You're really lucky, kid. You got one of the rare talents from our school who's going to be snatched up by Peking University."

"Do you know that because of you, we've all lost a lot of our bonuses?"

The joking tone actually made Yang An feel genuinely ashamed.

With his head down and a dry laugh, he was reminded of the time he was punished by being made to stand in the corner at school.

He gritted his teeth.

Damn it, Jiang Nianxi enrolled in the same school without anyone knowing, it wasn't his request.

How did it become, in other people's mouths, that he made Jiang Nianxi give up Beijing University?

After completing the formalities, the two bowed and said goodbye.

As I stepped out of the academic affairs office, the morning light was just right.

Although it wasn't very cold, the winter wind was still sharp and painful against the skin.

Jiang Nianxi rummaged in her handbag and took out a scarf.

She smiled gently: "Wrap it up. If the wind blows for too long, your neck will get cold, which is bad for your throat."

The scarf is gray and white, divided into countless small squares.

This is……

Yang An stared at the scarf, momentarily lost in a hazy memory.

If we need to prove that Jiang Nianxi entangled him throughout his senior year of high school.

That scarf must be the most conclusive evidence.

The first time he met Jiang Nianxi, they were in different classes. He only glanced at her from afar, listening to his classmates' fantasies, and inwardly envying her dazzling brilliance.

He thought, how could someone be so outstanding?

She was stunningly beautiful, ranked first in her grade, and first in the school sports competition.

These accolades can actually be concentrated on one person.

At that time, he even fantasized about some scenarios that shouldn't have happened.

However, fantasy is fantasy. When you actually meet the real person, cowardice and inferiority complex naturally take over.

By a twist of fate, they became deskmates, and Jiang Nianxi was wearing this scarf.

After that, they somehow ended up surrounding me.

It was as if the other's pain and honor were shared by both of them as the scarf was transferred.

"...What's wrong, spacing out?"

Jiang Nianxi raised her eyebrows when she saw that he hadn't made a move to surround her.

"Or do you not want it?"

"No." Yang An shook his head, stiffly putting on the scarf. "How long has it been? You still keep this scarf...?"

"Hehe, I saved up money to buy it in junior high school, and it's been about four years now, not too long."

"So, will you still surround it in the future?"

"We're not going to surround it anymore."

Why?

"From now on, it's yours."

"..."

...It's really baffling.

Yang An lowered his head, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside him.

This scarf has been worn by the woman for so long.

Despite having such poor physical condition, she couldn't bear to replace even a single scarf.

Why keep him by your side and waste our already limited resources?

If she had given up earlier, perhaps... Jiang Nianxi could have lived a decent life with the hard-earned royalties.

Ha ha……

This woman, in the choice between enriching herself and striving for a bright future, chose the worst path.

They neither forgive others nor themselves, forcing themselves to suffer unnecessary pain.

Neither of them is having a good time.

Stupid woman, so incredibly stupid...

"The academic affairs office arranged for us to give a presentation in Class 12 of the third year of high school."

Walking along the campus avenue, Jiang Nianxi scrolled through the group messages on her phone, speaking softly.

"Class 12?"

Yang An frowned slightly, looking somewhat puzzled.

"But I remember the school's class division; Class 12 was the top class for humanities."

"Silly girl, this is no longer the old college entrance exam."

The woman's laughter was melodious and pleasant: "This year it's been reformed; the new college entrance examination doesn't differentiate between arts and sciences."

"As for Class 12... it's a top-tier class that leans towards science... just treat it like our Class 4."

She paused.

"However, as far as I know, the names of 'rocket class' and 'elite class' have been abolished. Class 12 is usually called... well, the online class."

"Online classes?" Yang An was puzzled.

"It's about collaborating with other top high schools, where their senior teachers teach them online, but our teachers also participate... It's kind of a dual-teacher classroom."

"So...advanced?"

I never expected that the new administration would carry out such a major reform in just six months.

Online classes... dual-teacher...

Back then, where did they get such good resources?

Forget about watching online classes, even logging into chat software on a whiteboard will get you punished.

Yang An couldn't help but sigh.

Although the class system was abolished and reorganized, the dedicated buildings for the first, second, and third years of high school remained unchanged.

The first-year high school building is the one at the very front.

The person in the middle is a second-year high school student.

The most difficult senior year students were assigned to the building closest to the cafeteria.

Starting with their year, the cafeteria opened up a separate floor for senior students, who enjoyed priority dining privileges.

Class 12 is still in the same spot as the previous Class 12; you need to climb to the fourth floor.

After Yang An and Jiang Nianxi climbed up, a variety of people had already gathered on the outer platform.