Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Nianxi, I'm not trying to make things difficult for you. I've always treated you well since you came to our class, haven't I?"

Teacher Li stopped in her tracks, a half-smile playing on her lips.

Honestly, I admire you.

He reached out, but his target was no longer her hair; instead, it was her slender waist.

Beneath the summer school uniform, a long-lost youthful and girlish charm...

"The teacher's affection for you isn't the kind of affection between a teacher and student; I know that's wrong..."

"But I really can't suppress my feelings for you, Nianxi. My wife is very virtuous, but we have no feelings for each other anymore. The first time I saw you, I..."

Snapped!

Before the rough hand could even touch the softness he had imagined, his face was violently slapped to the side.

The glasses also fell to the ground, the lenses covered in cracks.

He covered his face and slowly straightened up.

His weathered, yellowed eyes held nothing but disbelief.

On the other side, Jiang Nianxi gripped her own hands, bent over, pressed herself tightly against the wall, and gasped for breath.

An unprecedented anger and panic welled up inside me.

Betrayal, falsehood.

Nausea……

That's disgusting...

She slightly raised her head, and as their eyes met, maggots crawled all over Teacher Li's eyes.

His already wrinkled face became even more constricted.

Like a dead body.

How disgusting.

"bump!"

The back door of the office was violently kicked open.

Jiang Nianxi covered her mouth and ran out.

In the office, the old electric fan overhead was still humming and blowing hot air.

Only the middle-aged man's facial muscles twitched, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

arrive home.

The living room was empty, devoid of any human presence.

Jiang Nianxi threw her schoolbag at the door and ran to the bathroom in a disheveled state.

"vomit……"

She opened her mouth wide, trying to vomit, but nothing came out.

Why is this happening?

Why is everyone like this?

Time and time again.

How disgusting... How disgusting!

Why is it always like this?!

She clenched her fist and slammed it hard against the sink.

Fresh blood slowly trickled down between his fingers.

The brief physical pain seemed to numb the mental anguish.

She slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.

Once, again and again.

He pounded on the wall with all his might.

Until it was a bloody mess.

She felt like she was living like a human being again.

Finally, I'm acting like a normal person again.

Love, hope, future...

So, does the world's kindness only appear after suffering?

Indeed, a life as worthless as this is better off dead.

When you die, you lose everything.

Life will disappear, and so will pain.

If living is for suffering, then what is the purpose of suffering?

Who creates suffering?

"..."

River, Nian, Creek.

Jiang Nianxi.

Jiang Nianxi.

Jiang Nianxi.

Jiang... Nian... Xi...

Mom is calling.

but……

Why can't I see her face?

Jiang Nianxi tilted her head back and squinted, only seeing the dim light from the bathroom.

Is it... a hallucination?

If hallucinations can numb a person's nerves, making them feel happy, existent, and alive.

So dying in a hallucination wouldn't matter, would it?

All I want is love, true love.

My love.

Fill my broken heart.

So be it.

……

……

The woman is asleep again.

Yang An struggled for a long time before he could barely move the sleeping Jiang Nianxi onto the bed.

really...

He looked at that slightly cute sleeping face, and his lips twitched.

She insists on making a fuss every night.

Well, that's great. We agreed to hold him, but he fell asleep while being held.

After arranging the woman in a sleeping position and gently covering her with the blanket, Yang An prepared to leave.

"bump."

The bedroom door closed very quietly.

He lay on the sofa, staring at the white ceiling above him, his mind blank.

It is now 11 p.m.

The woman is asleep.

On the table sat the keypad phone the woman had bought for him, its dark casing gleaming with a metallic sheen in the dim light.

His mind was filled with far too many things.

Too many to list.

It's going to burst your head.

But he no longer had the time to sort things out and forget them as he usually did.

He doesn't even know what he wants right now.

Love? Freedom? Work?

So numb.

I'm so numb...

Drifting between tenderness and decadence, unable to extricate oneself.

He's only nineteen this year...

Having endured so many unbelievable things, I doubt anyone would believe it if I told them.

They might even be labeled as mentally ill.

Compared to the pain of defining the problem, there is more bewilderment.

I don't know what the future holds, and I don't know where happiness lies.

The academic system that schools were so proud of seems to fall apart once you enter the workforce.

Does living under someone else's wing truly mean being carefree, as Jiang Nianxi said?

Is this kind of happiness truly happiness?

"Well……"

Yang An felt a bit thirsty, so he poured himself a glass of water, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and finally felt a little better.

He was very curious to know what Jiang Nianxi said after calling Su Lingyi out.

However, the trigger for all the disputes was himself...

They have no right to interfere.

what……

He involuntarily slumped down, and a few drops of water spilled from the glass as it swayed.

It's so troublesome, both troublesome and a headache.

I really don't want to get entangled in these troublesome relationships anymore.

They've been negotiating and maneuvering all along.

It seems like he has never lived for himself in the past year.

They live like parasites.

……

In the early morning, before the sky was fully bright, Yang An felt a sense of suffocation and couldn't help but frown.

He struggled to open his blurry eyes.

What came into view was an absolutely beautiful and well-proportioned face.

She was smiling brightly.

"Sleepyhead, why didn't you sleep in bed last night? The sofa is so hard."

Upon hearing this, Yang An looked around and realized that he had unknowingly fallen asleep on the sofa last night.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up straight.

"..."

"So cute."

Jiang Nianxi kissed him on the forehead without warning.

He was completely stunned.

"Curled up on the sofa, you're so cute. I'm increasingly inclined to take care of you for the rest of my life."

She placed her hand on his face and rubbed it vigorously twice.

Watching the face distort in my hands, I stared blankly, and felt a strange sense of accomplishment.

"You're not allowed to sleep on the sofa next time."

She stopped and gave a big yawn.

It seems she had only been awake for a short time.

Sure enough, when Yang An fumbled for his phone and opened the screen, it was only seven in the morning.

He didn't get enough sleep.

But for Jiang Nianxi, who went to bed early, it was definitely enough.

Jiang Nianxi walked towards the kitchen and then said, "Go wash your face, you look so silly."

"Don't rush back to your bedroom to sleep yet. Eat breakfast first, otherwise you'll get really hungry, okay?"

"...Understood." Yang An lowered his head and tidied his slightly disheveled clothes.

To be honest, I just thought about it a lot last night.

I drifted off to sleep in a daze.

I don't even remember when I went to sleep.