Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Yang An ultimately decided to extend his leave for another year.

Submit the report again before the final exams.

The process was exceptionally smooth, taking only about ten days from application to approval.

Ok……

It's equivalent to having a university trial card for a few months.

When two people truly live together as husband and wife, shedding the superficiality of romance and beginning to face the mundane details of life, they actually experience fewer conflicts.

Jiang Nianxi is always meticulous and manages everything at home perfectly.

Sometimes, after taking care of the children, Yang An would have nothing to do and would want to share the burden.

Unsurprisingly, the result was rejection.

Time flies like an arrow; it's gone in the blink of an eye.

The passage of time often escapes human perception.

During this time, Yang An also wanted to find some part-time work.

Even though Jiang Nianxi couldn't leave the house, he would still take the time to check on her when he was outside.

Unfortunately, after finally finding a few suitable jobs, he told his wife about them, only to be rejected.

"What's wrong with staying at home...?"

Huaiyu and Huaijin pinched each other's cheeks in the cradle, giggling and laughing.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the woman's left side.

Jiang Nianxi sat on the edge of the bed, surrounded by a mess of fluffy balls and other items.

She carefully knitted the little clothes in her hands, her voice very calm.

"You're still young, you haven't graduated yet."

"..."

At the bedroom door, Yang An stood with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, looking down at the heartwarming scene before him.

He said softly, "Aren't you working too?"

"Can the nature of the work be the same? I work to support my family."

"Um?"

"Is something wrong...?"

Jiang Nianxi put down the ball of yarn in her hand, slowly stood up, and bent down to smooth out the wrinkles on her dress.

Then she stared at him quietly, without any change in expression.

"..."

The identities have really been reversed.

The most common family model in the past was that men worked to support the family while women stayed at home or did part-time jobs.

When it came to Jiang Nianxi, it was the other way around.

Perhaps, for others, the carefree life under strict discipline and control is something to be envied.

No need to work, just lie at home and you'll have delicious food and someone to take care of you, without worrying about any life stress whatsoever.

It was completely shared by another person.

For the vast majority of people who live normal, conventional lives, abnormal relationships hold immense appeal.

Because it broke the norm and the mundane.

People like to seek thrills, and unhealthy relationships are the perfect target.

A normal marriage cannot eliminate the risk of infidelity.

Because cheating is a huge thrill.

A sense of transgression, a sense of liberation.

It's enough to drive any man or woman crazy, even if the third party has nothing and is of questionable character, none of that matters.

Stimulation is all that's needed.

A distorted relationship is itself a powerful stimulus.

People who experience domestic violence rarely leave their partners.

The desire for compensation will take root in these people's minds.

They received no compensation, no so-called redemption, and no pity from the perpetrators.

They won't leave easily.

It is a kind of stimulation in itself.

It's about standing on a moral high ground and enjoying the pleasure of being in debt.

Even if they don't want to admit it.

Yang An felt that he had also fallen into this trap.

Because of abuse, because of suffering pain that was not meant for them.

Therefore, we can't live without it.

But no matter how you look at it, from any perspective, it seems like I have no chance of escaping it.

He blocked all the paths with his own hands.

"Huaiyu~~ Why are you so happy today?"

Jiang Nianxi bent down and gently teased the little guy's face with her index finger.

"Eeya..."

Clearly, Yang Huaiyu didn't want her mother to play with her as she pleased, and she pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Waaah... Waaah..."

Within seconds, large tears welled up in her eyes, and her little face turned bright red.

"Wow……"

"An ungrateful wretch, just like your father."

The hysterical crying shattered Jiang Nianxi's good mood.

His face immediately fell.

little things.

What's wrong with DouDou?

I gave birth to her, and you won't even let me tease her?

really...

She reluctantly withdrew her hand and turned her attention to Yang An.

"Stay home and don't go to school. Don't go anywhere. I'll let you go out first, then you can go out."

"Without my permission..."

The conversation ended abruptly thereafter.

But everyone knows what it means.

Yang An lowered his head and remained silent.

……

"Spicy lobster..."

The three rows of shelves were crowded with students coming and going.

The environment was extremely noisy.

Yang An was still wearing his winter school uniform. He examined the spicy food in his hand and frowned.

This has absolutely nothing to do with crayfish.

It's filled with dough shaped like crayfish.

It's clearly spicy!

"Oh well, I'll just treat it as a little something to satisfy my craving."

After wandering around for a while, he finally picked up a bottle of Gatorade from the shelf.

It tastes like lime.

It's a pity, I wanted to get some peaches, but there were too many people and they were all gone.

When will the school expand this little shop...?

After paying, the two pockets of his school uniform were already bulging.

Unscrew the cap and take a small sip.

A subtle sweetness dances on the tip of the tongue, stimulating the taste buds.

Evening self-study, evening self-study.

What I hate most is evening self-study.

From six in the morning until now, apart from studying, there have been almost no other forms of entertainment.

"Eh?"

Yang An stopped at the small door below the teaching building.

The lid in my hand wasn't closed yet, and a lot of the liquid inside had spilled out.

The once-open entrance was now blocked by a large group of students.

Two students wearing red shoulder straps are searching each person one by one.

"Walk."

One of them said something.

The student who had been searched breathed a sigh of relief and walked into the teaching building with small, quick steps.

what?

Why did I suddenly decide to look up someone today?

Yang An was stunned, standing there dumbfounded and at a loss for what to do.

According to past practice, students bringing food into the classroom were usually overlooked.

They basically don't check.

What's wrong with the school leaders today?

What about the snacks in your pocket and the drinks in your hand?

"Come on, classmate."

Before we knew it, most of the people in front of us had already gone inside.

Several unlucky guys were caught and leaned against the wall, heads down, looking dejected.

Two students, one male and one female.

One of the boys waved to Yang An, signaling him to come over for the inspection.

"..."

Can I choose not to go?

Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed, and he subconsciously took a half step back.

"Student, you can't bring drinks in now."

The boy's gaze lingered on the Gatorade in his hand, and he shook his head.

"...Oh, okay."

Yang An placed the drink on the edge of the flower bed outside and slowly walked over.

to be frank.

Even though it was less than five meters away, every step I took was filled with trepidation.

My heart was in my throat.

Why did they have to do it now of all times?

He had already cursed his boss a thousand times in his mind.