Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

They lean on each other, never to be separated.

Always needed, always embraced.

Jiang Nianxi's breathing gradually became steady.

At that moment, her thoughts seemed to be violently erased, all pretense and all strength were revealed, leaving only the little girl curled up inside.

She is very sleepy.

I just want to sleep like this forever.

To sleep in the arms of your beloved, to be loved forever, and to always be worthy of being loved.

Existence itself does not require proof.

No grades are required, no dignified demeanor is required, and there is no need to live up to other people's expectations.

Because it is loved, it exists.

Even if I'm covered in wounds, that's enough.

……

Summer, 2022.

The crowded classroom was filled with the sweaty, musty smell of the boys after exercising.

They laughed and joked around, and occasionally someone who wanted to get attention would suddenly shout out without warning.

Jiang Nianxi sat quietly in the last row by the window, holding a pen in her hand, but did not move.

Her gaze lingered on the view outside the window.

The roses, blooming in the bright sun, swayed their petals.

The light pink hue makes her look like she stepped out of an oil painting, elegant yet gorgeous.

This pink hue adorned her throughout the entire summer.

"Where's your class monitor? Where did your class monitor go?"

As get out of class was about to end, Jiang Nianxi was slowly packing her schoolbag, and most of the students in the classroom had already left.

Just then, a student peeked out from the doorway and asked a question.

The remaining people all looked up.

"Haha... Silly girl, you're not going to confess to the class monitor again, are you?"

"I'm used to it, I'm used to it. There are people like this every day. Sigh, they say you shouldn't let the good stuff go to outsiders. When are you going to take down the class monitor?"

"Get lost, you just dumped one and now you're already eyeing another one."

"..."

The boy frowned and shouted again, "I asked where your class monitor went? Teacher Li is looking for her. Are you calling for your mother? Stop barking like a dog here."

"Ha ha……"

Gradually, the laughter subsided.

Jiang Nianxi hesitated for a moment, put her schoolbag down again, and responded softly.

"I'm here."

"Teacher Li is waiting for you in her office on the second floor. I've been calling her for a while and she hasn't answered. Hurry up."

"……good."

It just so happens that it's her turn to be on duty today, so she can close the door again while she's at it.

With these thoughts in mind, Jiang Nianxi walked out of the classroom alone.

The sunlight at five or six o'clock isn't glaring, but it still stings a bit when it hits exposed skin.

For her, her favorite thing is walking in the shaded stairwell.

Listen to the echo of your own footsteps.

Step by step.

She remembered the rose bushes.

It was pink with hints of white, and it looked so beautiful.

She had seen roses in her textbooks when she was in elementary school.

But seeing it with my own eyes, it was indeed different.

"Bang, bang, bang."

"Please come in."

Knocking on the office front door, a middle-aged man's voice quickly responded from inside.

The door was ajar.

She pushed open the door and went inside.

The office is relatively small, and there are usually five or six teachers in it.

But today, there's only Teacher Li.

Teacher Li teaches mathematics. She is in her forties and is not bald.

Normally, he treats himself very well, like an elder treats his own children.

Jiang Nianxi grew up without a father and also lacked her mother's company.

She is very sensitive to all good things.

She felt that even so, she was still worthy of being loved.

Even if Heaven does not favor us.

"You did very well on this monthly exam."

Teacher Li pulled a test paper out from under the table; it was her math test paper.

"However... compared to last time, your grades have slipped slightly."

Jiang Nianxi lowered her head slightly.

It doesn't really matter.

Regardless of how many points the score drops or how many points it increases.

He has consistently ranked first in his grade.

What's the point?

"Come closer."

Suddenly, Teacher Li's trembling legs calmed down, and he turned around to face Jiang Nianxi.

I pulled the chair back a bit to make room for half of the desk.

He smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes narrowed, like the tail of a deep-sea fish.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi moved closer, but did not enter the space the other person had left for him.

Seeing this, Teacher Li didn't insist. She just scratched her head and tried her best to show a kind smile.

He laid the test paper flat on his desk; the bright red score of 112 stood out starkly in the dimly lit office.

"Look, how could you possibly lose points here? I remember I just mentioned that last week, didn't I?"

He pointed to the last big question, his voice very soft.

"..."

Jiang Nianxi thought of that patch of roses again.

She thought that she wouldn't be in a hurry to go home after leaving the office.

She wanted to stay in the classroom and look at the rose bushes a little longer.

That patch of pink and white roses, the roses etched on the wall.

Come back home.

If she comes home to a room full of dark furniture, she would rather enjoy the afterglow of the sunset than be confined in a cage at home.

"Did you listen to me?"

A question suddenly came from beside her, and Jiang Nianxi was momentarily dazed, her consciousness pulled back from the rose bushes.

She snapped out of her daze, looked at the exam paper on her desk, and opened her mouth.

"I'm sorry, teacher."

She lowered her head even further.

"Sigh...it's nothing, I'll tell you..."

The exam paper was stuffed back under the table.

Teacher Li stood up and walked over to her.

Jiang Nianxi remained motionless, completely unaware of what was happening, but suddenly felt a little lost.

A strange sensation came from my head.

Someone is touching her hair.

Her pupils refocused, and she subconsciously took a step forward and turned to look.

The middle-aged man was wearing a dark blue shirt, and his right hand was still hanging in mid-air.

"...Nianxi, look at you, why are you hiding?"

He smiled again and took a step forward.

The distance between the two people has narrowed again.

"Just seeing you is like seeing my own daughter; it's truly heartwarming..."

"..."

Jiang Nianxi pursed her thin lips and stepped back again.

Even she was somewhat confused.

What am I retreating from?

The teacher in front of me, Ms. Li, is the one who respects me the most and values ​​me the most in the class.

She vaguely saw the figure of her father, whom she had never met, in the other person.

Even though she knew it was fake.

But she couldn't refuse.

She needs to be loved, she needs to live in tenderness.

Why do I instinctively try to avoid it...?

"Nianxi..."

Teacher Li swallowed hard, his voice deep and resonant, yet tinged with a barely perceptible excitement.

He looked at the small, thin figure in front of him and squinted.

He tried to get closer.

But the closer he got, the farther Jiang Nianxi got.

"Nianxi...you know, your teacher likes you the most."

"..."

Jiang Nianxi finally slowly raised her head after keeping it down for so long.

Those clear, beautiful eyes were so bright and sparkling, as if they might burst into tears at any moment.

Her red lips parted slightly.

"Teacher Li, please have some self-respect."

She stepped back.

Until they were pressed against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat.

She realized that something was off.

She was warning, and she was also pleading.

I don't want that image of a teacher who is kind and generous to others to be shattered.