Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

On what grounds?

Why should Jiang Nianxi get what she wants?

Must one's love be trampled on in the name of another's happiness?

She has already paid the price for her weakness during high school.

She lost all of Yang An's first experiences.

She was willing to accept the punishment.

But when will I finally be able to grasp that illusory love...?

Her love was never cheap.

Never!

Jiang Nianxi...

Su Lingyi slowly sat up, still trembling.

Her eyes gradually revealed an indescribable determination.

A bitter smile.

Jiang Nianxi.

If you have truly attracted Yang An, I will not give up and will compete with you fairly.

Even if... we ultimately suffer a crushing defeat.

I accept it.

But what if... you use force to coerce Yang An?

I will never let you get away with this.

Whether it's because of Yang An, or because of...

The girl from Xunshi No.1 Middle School who was forced to leave the stage.

……

"hug."

Jiang Nianxi stretched out her hands, a faint smile appearing on her face.

Why do you want a hug as soon as you come back...?

After changing into slippers, Yang An sighed.

"No hugs allowed."

He coldly refused.

"No, I want a hug even if you don't want one."

That's the advantage of being unreasonable: when someone tries to refuse you, you can resort to being a rogue.

If the other party is a reasonable person, they are often unable to resist.

Two small hands pressed tightly against Yang An's back, passing through his arms.

Two soft mounds were simultaneously pressed against my chest, along with an exceptionally rich jasmine fragrance.

Jiang Nianxi buried her face in the crook of his neck and took a few deep sniffs.

"Um……"

"Jiang Nianxi, how many times have I told you, don't act like a pervert."

"What you said before, I am a pervert, so what if I smell you? It's not like I bit you. You can smell me too."

"Anyone interested... Okay, hold on tight and let go."

"Well……"

Despite Yang An's attempts to stop her, the woman lingered for over ten minutes before reluctantly letting go.

His legs went numb from standing all the time.

Squatting is not an option, and walking is also impossible.

I seriously doubt whether Jiang Nianxi's legs are made of iron.

"Oh, right."

Jiang Nianxi was about to go to the bedroom when Yang An called her back.

"Um... Auntie said she'll come see you again in a few days..."

She stopped in her tracks.

The woman remained completely still despite not being in a static state.

Thinking? Hesitating?

Or is it a memory?

Seeing this, Yang An called out again, "Jiang Nianxi?"

This time, Jiang Nianxi seemed to have returned to her previous state.

"……I see."

"..."

to be frank.

The more unusual this situation was, the more Yang An wanted to understand the connection between the mother and daughter.

During the year he spent with Jiang Nianxi.

Jiang Nianxi had always been very good at disguising her true feelings, and had almost never revealed them to him.

He knew that she was pretending to be a virtuous wife and loving mother, acting like the perfect wife.

Deceive him, please him.

However, easily venting emotions is not the kind of persona these two characters should have.

Therefore, it is hidden and unknown to others.

However, what could make Jiang Nianxi tear through her disguise was her mother…

Perhaps Jiang Nianxi's current morbid thoughts are inextricably linked to Qin Heyue.

Thinking this way, Yang An suddenly felt that the things that had puzzled him for a long time had become clearer.

A distorted view of love, an inability to distinguish between friendship and romance, a willingness to use any means to achieve one's goals, an almost insane form of "compensation," even at the cost of self-destruction...

trauma?

Or is it... a subtle, gradual psychological distortion?

or.

Jiang Nianxi set up a mind control field specifically for him.

She herself was already in a larger field of mental control.

……

"Hello, I don't need insurance..."

"I am Su Lingyi."

"..."

Yang An turned around and glanced at Jiang Nianxi, who was curled up on the bed like a kitten, sleeping soundly.

He gave a soft "hmm".

Then she tiptoed out of the bedroom and closed the door.

I went out onto the balcony and opened the window.

A gentle breeze swept by, and I felt much more awake.

"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? I can help you eliminate all the negative factors..."

"..."

"Or are you saying you're unwilling?"

"..."

Wealth and glory, reaching the top in one step.

Su Lingyi has really put in a lot of effort these past few days.

Various kinds of inducements.

Yang An lowered his head and hung up the phone as usual.

If he were really asked to give an evaluation of this former crush...

I wouldn't say I dislike it.

But he always felt that this person... had changed too much.

It was so big that it was contradictory and unfamiliar.

The Su Lingyi of the past was so kind and shy.

He will help classmates with their problems and will proactively help them out of difficult situations...

But now.

Can a person's life really change so drastically in less than a year?

Moreover...

He put away his phone and looked out the window.

The windows were clean and sparkling, and the curtains were neatly tied and hung on both sides.

You can clearly see the sky outside from here.

No matter how tall a building is, it can never reach the height of a bird in flight.

If given the chance, even if it was only a one in ten thousand chance, he would never throw himself into Su Lingyi's arms if he left Jiang Nianxi.

Besides, Jiang Nianxi doesn't pose much of a threat to him right now, does she?

Of course, he also didn't want to antagonize Su Lingyi.

This woman can no longer be viewed through the lens of high school.

Power, status, and wealth.

Before graduation, everyone seemed pretty much the same.

But once they graduate, can the gap really widen so much?

He doesn't want to create any more trouble for himself lately.

Let's just leave it like this.

What better way is there than to procrastinate and drift through life aimlessly?

He was just an ordinary person...

……

Qin Heyue ultimately did not come.

After waiting for several days, all I received was a message from Jiang Nianxi's phone.

Mom: [I'm going home.]

Four simple words, yet they kept Jiang Nianxi sitting on the edge of the bed with her head down for an entire afternoon.

By this time, several hours had passed since dinner.

Seeing that the woman didn't come out, Yang An deliberately left some food behind, but the steaming hot food quickly cooled down over time.

He pushed open the bedroom door and saw that lonely figure as soon as he entered.

I sat on the edge of the bed, facing the window.

Her smooth, flowing hair cascaded down her shoulders and spread across the bed.

Because everything was unusually quiet, he quietly stepped forward.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

He asked tentatively.

The air remained silent for a long time.

Jiang Nianxi slowly said, "I'm not hungry... Is the food cold? If it is, I'll heat it up for you..."

After saying that, she stood up stiffly and moved her numb hands slightly.

When everyone had completely turned around, Yang An was stunned.

A few strands of hair clung to her cheeks, the interplay of light and shadow revealing clear tear stains.

Her eyes weren't as red as I'd imagined.

Seeing this, he denied it, saying, "No, I've already eaten... I just reheated it and was asking for your opinion."

"You've eaten here?" Jiang Nianxi paused.

"Um."

"..."

She sat down again and forced a smile: "You've eaten, that's good. Don't worry about me."