Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Running a food delivery business has a low barrier to entry, but it's not easy.

The hardships involved are probably self-evident.

The first problem is not knowing the way.

This was Yang An's first time in the city, and he had to rely on navigation to find his way around, including which street and which building.

Fortunately, I've been taking medication these past few days, and without the high-pressure environment, my memory has recovered considerably.

After running it several times, I had enough time to memorize the outline.

However, he received a lot of criticism.

Once, a single order late at night almost cost Yang An his life.

At two or three in the morning, he sped along the road on a rented electric bike.

Since there are few people at night, there is no traffic jam, and I can familiarize myself with the route, I simply take the night shift.

This order is urgent.

Most importantly, the restaurants are too slow in preparing the food.

We waited for a good five or six minutes longer than expected!

This is really dangerous.

Yang An was so anxious that he kept pacing around in circles, taking off and putting on his helmet repeatedly.

The restaurant's cooks were still leisurely cooking.

He was muttering in his dialect as he spoke.

He didn't understand, but he knew it wasn't anything nice.

After all, it's the middle of the night, and we're about to close up shop. If an order suddenly comes in, anyone would be a little resentful.

But no matter how much you plead, at least make sure the food comes out quickly.

Yang An arrived at the customer's door, panting heavily after running all the way.

I knocked twice, and the door opened.

The female customer looked to be in her early twenties, very young, with disheveled hair and wearing loose pajamas.

However, his face was flushed and his eyes were glazed over, clearly indicating that he had drunk too much.

"Hello, are you the customer whose phone number ends in 4328? Here's your takeout."

Yang An was in a hurry to finish this delivery so he could pick up the next one.

Tonight is a bit eerie, but there are just a lot of orders.

"Well……"

The young woman staggered as she accepted the takeout, but did not choose to close the door.

She looked at Yang An's face under his helmet and suddenly smiled.

A drunken laugh.

"Hey sir, how old are you? You look so young..."

"Customer, please don't pull me. I really have an urgent matter to attend to and need to take orders."

Yang An immediately became agitated when his arm was suddenly grabbed.

What the hell?

What's going on here?

"Why bother with delivery... hiccup... Hehe, buddy, you're really handsome, hiccup..."

"Customer, I really have to go now."

"Don't go... My air conditioner seems to be broken. It keeps blowing out warm air... Can you come in and take a look?"

"Don't pull me!"

"..."

After a considerable struggle, Yang An, clutching his helmet which was about to be ripped off, fled into the elevator in a rather disheveled state.

The door of the house at the far end was wide open, and a young woman, drunk, waved and smiled at him.

"No...don't go...hehe...brother..."

Depend on.

It's scary.

Nobody told him that he would be harassed by strange women when he went out to deliver food at night.

Yang An felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled the scene from earlier.

Fortunately, the elevator doors had already closed.

After a long night, I'm finally able to get back to my cozy little place and have a good night's sleep.

I took off my clothes and crawled naked into bed.

"Oh……"

Yang An used to not like sleeping naked.

Perhaps it's a habit I developed with Jiang Nianxi over the past year.

Sleeping naked is actually more comfortable.

The morning light streamed in through the window, stinging his eyelids as he was just about to fall asleep.

How could I have forgotten to close the curtains again...?

Oh right, I think I also need to take some medicine.

"Huh...did I take my medicine yesterday? I think I did?"

Days go by.

The college approved my leave of absence very quickly.

Actually, there wasn't anything needed in the first place.

Now everything is information-based; you can do it online.

When the counselor saw the diagnosis of "severe anxiety disorder," especially mild "schizophrenia," they approved it that very day without hesitation.

Right.

If someone like me stays in school and something happens, others will also have to take responsibility.

Yang An looked at the two white pills in his hand and couldn't help but chuckle.

He raised his hand and swallowed it, taking a couple of sips of water in the process.

……