Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Excuse me, could you please move aside? Thank you."

The abrupt female voice interrupted his thoughts.

He turned around and saw that the waiter had brought a plate of food to the table.

The waiter bowed slightly with a polite smile on his face.

"Okay, okay."

Yang An quickly moved his hand away from the table.

The dishes are quite simple, enough for two people.

Looking around, there were two plates of meat dishes and a plate of cold loofah salad.

The rice was served later.

Thinking that Jiang Nianxi and I lived in the same old town neighborhood, our family's economic conditions should be about the same.

Compared to other options, having such a meal is indeed quite expensive.

Jiang Nianxi straightened her clothes and then smiled.

"I've been short on living expenses lately, so I'm a bit strapped for cash. I hope you don't mind."

Yang An shook his head: "I'm flattered and really happy that someone is treating me."

To be honest, these dishes are far better than anything he could cook at home.

The two of them picked up the wooden chopsticks at the same time.

Yang An ate rather slowly.

He deliberately slowed down his eating pace, and most of the time he focused on the cold loofah salad.

As for meat dishes, they were rarely touched.

After all, the other party was paying for the meal, and he was the guest, so he felt a little bad about it.

They don't care about anything else, they just keep clinging to meat dishes.

That would be incredibly rude.

When Yang An had almost finished eating the rice in his bowl, he looked up and froze on the spot.

Jiang Nianxi, sitting opposite him, had already placed her chopsticks on the edge of her bowl, leaned back in her chair, and was silently watching him.

His eyes remained completely still, as calm as still water.

The rice in front of her remained exactly as it had been brought by the waiter, untouched.

It was unclear whether she was daydreaming or had been staring at him ever since she started eating.

"..."

Being looked at like that by a girl might be something to be happy about.

But in this situation...

Yang An swallowed.

A chill ran down his spine.

I don't know why I had this thought.

After a moment's thought, Yang An put down his chopsticks, pretended to be calm, and took out a tissue to wipe his lips.

He tentatively asked, "Jiang, classmate?"

Jiang Nianxi simply tilted her head slightly, looking somewhat confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Were you spacing out just now?" Yang An asked cautiously, looking at her.

No.

Yang An scratched his head.

That means that from the moment Jiang Nianxi picked up her chopsticks, she didn't eat a single grain of rice or a single piece of meat.

Was she watching him intently?

"you……"

He hesitated for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

This is far too presumptuous.

"Hey, why aren't you eating? There's still so much food left."

His gaze darted away.

Jiang Nianxi reached out and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, her red lips parting slightly.

"I don't have much of an appetite."

"..."

Yang An lowered his head, unsure of what to say next.

Jiang Nianxi couldn't help but chuckle at the scene before her.

"I've discovered an interesting problem."

She moved the untouched bowl of rice in front of Yang An, gesturing for him to eat it.

Yang An appeared somewhat resistant.

Although I wasn't really full, it was clearly inappropriate to eat from someone else's bowl.

Jiang Nianxi's attitude was firm, so he could only laugh awkwardly and obediently pick up his chopsticks.

"Little classmate, I've noticed that you seem quite afraid of me."

Jiang Nianxi drew circles on the table with her slender index finger, somewhat casually.

"I told you before not to care about what other people think, but it doesn't seem to have worked very well."

She paused, recalling the days they had spent together.

"You said before that you didn't hate me, but you avoided me and resisted me."

"I really want to ask you."

Jiang Nianxi suddenly stared intently at Yang An opposite her, her eyes filled with deep confusion.

"Little classmate, what are you afraid of?"

"Fear...of other classmates' slander? Jealousy? Hostility?"

"Or are you afraid that if you get too close to me, it will develop into...something else?"

Yang An remained silent and did not refute.

Jiang Nianxi is right.

But so what?

That's just the kind of person he is.

Feeling inferior and wanting to escape.

When faced with something beautiful, the first reaction is not to possess it, but to be alert.

They were afraid that if they got too close, they would fall into a trap from which they could not escape.

"...I know this is a bit presumptuous, but in my heart, you are my only friend."

Jiang Nianxi's tone gradually became serious.

"I know everything. Look how easy it is to guess what you're thinking. You always wear your emotions on your sleeve."

"..."

She looked away, closed her eyes, and leaned back in her seat.

"I hope you won't impose those accolades on me."

"I have flaws too; I'm no different from anyone else."

"I'll ask you one last time, in your heart, are we... friends?"

Yang An lowered his head and remained silent.

In fact, he didn't even know when he had become Jiang Nianxi's friend.

He still believes that in the other person's heart, he is at most just an ordinary classmate, plus the identity of their savior.

My friend... he probably doesn't deserve Jiang Nianxi's friend.

"……I see."

Jiang Nianxi looked at the boy's silent posture and smiled somewhat disappointedly.

Ha ha……

It turns out, all I ever thought about was friendship was wishful thinking.

She's been so good to him, does he still think she's only doing it out of gratitude?

"..."

My heart is aching slightly.

Her breathing became slightly rapid, and she instinctively covered her chest.

Even though they've already adjusted their mindset, the relationship between the two of them really isn't that great right now.

But when you actually encounter this situation, the feeling of being abandoned still quickly fills your heart.

She needs to be alone to process these negative emotions.

At the very least... I can't lose my composure in front of my classmate.

"What...is wrong?"

Yang An noticed that something was wrong with her and asked her with concern.

However, Jiang Nianxi had her head down, so her expression was not visible.

"...Excuse me, I must leave."

She murmured to herself, then got up and quickly ran away from the restaurant.

Yang An was left alone on the wooden table, lost in thought.

Jiang Nianxi is acting so strangely today.

I sent a lot of messages last night, and then I treated everyone to lunch and talked about a lot of irrelevant things.

He looked at the large amount of food still left on the table.

Okay, let's not waste food, let's eat first.

Yang An shook his head and picked up the plate of stir-fried pork with his chopsticks.

……

The holiday days passed in the blink of an eye.

Yang An, carrying his schoolbag, looked at the school gate above him, a gate he knew all too well, and sighed silently.

When I arrived at Class 4's classroom, there were very few people there.

Jiang Nianxi arrived very early as always.

However, unexpectedly.

Once again, rolled pancakes and soy milk appeared on Yang An's desk.

This time, however, they used black plastic bags instead.