Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

I also blame myself for being useless.

After being discharged from the hospital, I rarely exercised.

In addition, they basically don't go out.

The body's strength deteriorates rapidly.

So much so that they had to stop and start walking, sometimes even needing to rest after walking only ten meters or so.

The only benefit is probably that my skin became whiter...

The school gate is very wide.

With minimal decoration, the simplicity itself gives it a grand and magnificent feel.

Perhaps this is how universities are designed.

He glanced at the dense crowd and silently recited his prayer.

"Excuse me, are you a freshman? Let me help you with your luggage."

Suddenly, a clear and melodious female voice rang out from not far away.

Yang An looked up.

A young girl, her eyes brimming with surprise, walked toward him.

The shorts were perfectly tailored, showcasing her long, fair legs beautifully.

She wore a simple cropped top that showed off her slender waist, which looked as if it could be encircled by one hand.

Aside from being a bit small in some places, it has almost no drawbacks.

She looks good.

"Junior, junior, you..."

Seeing that it was about to hit his face, Yang An quickly put down what he was holding, shook his head and said, "Sorry, classmate, I'm not a freshman."

If we're really talking about age, this girl looks quite young; maybe I'm the older student.

"Ah... this isn't a freshman."

The girl paused, her expression surprised and clearly a little embarrassed.

The boy looked quite handsome, so he shouldn't be very old.

I didn't expect it to be a freshman.

However, she was not discouraged.

"Oh, I see. Haha, you look so young, I'm so sorry."

She smiled.

"Well... can I get your contact information, classmate?"

"..."

Yang An touched the old-fashioned mobile phone in his pocket, and his expression turned a little strange for a moment.

Not a single bit can be added.

The person next to me hasn't said a word the whole time.

Sure enough, before he could even refuse, Jiang Nianxi put down everything she was holding and stepped between the two of them.

"Add my ass, this is my man."

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she protected Yang An behind her like a mother hen guarding her chicks.

"You, your man?" The girl clearly hadn't expected there to be a second hurdle, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the woman and Yang An.

At first, she never thought of the two of them as a couple.

who knows……

"Yeah, if he's not my man, then who is?"

Jiang Nianxi was unforgiving even when she was in the right.

She really looked furious; her little face was puffed up with anger.

"So young, yet she dares to come out and seduce men."

"Nianxi, don't say such harsh things," Yang An said, pressing down on her shoulder.

"None of your business."

Jiang Nianxi slapped his hand down, her gaze fixed on the girl the whole time.

She could tolerate Yang An's willfulness.

They can tolerate harsh living conditions.

She can tolerate anything.

Except for other girls who wanted to get involved.

"Who's the younger one? Who's the younger one?"

The girl seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and her voice immediately became exceptionally sharp.

"I'm talking to you, trying to seduce people at such a young age," Jiang Nianxi retorted, not to be outdone.

"You, you, I..."

This one sentence left the girl speechless, her delicate face turning bright red.

I thought Jiang Nianxi was referring to that little...

I didn't expect it to be this small.

It turns out I just assumed it was me.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

In the end, he could only glare at Jiang Nianxi fiercely before turning and leaving.

Watching that beautiful figure disappear, Yang An withdrew his gaze and helplessly took Jiang Nianxi's wrist.

"Okay, don't be angry."

Jiang Nianxi snorted coldly, turning to stare at him: "What do you mean? Why did you talk to that little bitch?"

"what?"

She asked you, "Can't you pretend to be mute?"

"ah??"

"I think you're trying to destroy this family."

"ah???"

After saying that, Jiang Nianxi picked up her luggage and walked towards the security room without looking back.

He was clearly very angry.

Yang An was left standing there alone, at a loss.

What... is going on?

He blinked, wondering if he was just too slow to notice...

……

The procedures were completed very quickly.

That year, the college's counselors underwent another round of changes.

The old counselors have retired, making it more difficult to evaluate the newly appointed counselors.

Perhaps it's a case of a new broom sweeping clean.

So their attitude wasn't very good.

However, the matter was eventually resolved.

Returning to that rented room, which was a vague memory, everything around Yang An felt unfamiliar.

It felt strange, yet also contained a hint of inexplicable familiarity.

He could sense that he had lived here for a considerable period of time.

But I can't remember anything.

"Sweetie, I'll go settle the two little brats in first. Can you do my laundry?"

Jiang Nianxi left in a hurry.

In such a hurry, he only changed his clothes before opening the door and running out.

The air inside the rented room seemed a bit stuffy; even after being inside for quite some time, Yang An still felt a little stuffy.

So we simply opened all the windows.

Let the fresh air from outside flow in freely, squeezing out all the stale air inside.

After about ten minutes, the oppressive atmosphere gradually dissipated as the air was replaced.

Yang An put his things down and slumped onto the bed, finally able to catch his breath.

I don't know how Jiang Nianxi was able to change her clothes without changing her expression in this kind of environment.

"……Um?"

Just as I was about to soak the dress in the water, my hand suddenly touched something hard.

It's square-shaped, and you can feel a slight warmth even through the fabric.

This is……

He tilted his head, carefully felt around for a while, and found the edge of the pocket.

When I took it out, I was surprised to find it was a cell phone.

The phone's frame looks old and has a little wear.

The paint has already chipped off at the four corners.

However, the screen is newly replaced; it feels smooth to the touch, not sticky, and there are no obvious oil stains.

Or perhaps... Jiang Nianxi's hands just don't produce much oil?

he does not know.

But he was very familiar with this phone.

For three years of high school, I relied on this old War God machine to fight my way in and out of a certain hit-and-run game.

As for why it later became Jiang Nianxi's phone, and why his own phone was only an old-fashioned model.

He asked.

The woman just smiled and didn't say anything.

So I didn't ask anymore.

After all, I'm busy with family matters all day long, so I really don't have time to play games or socialize.

"..."

On a whim, Yang An pressed the power button.

The familiar interface, but the wallpaper has been changed to a photo of the two of them.

And it's a group photo from high school.

Both of them looked quite young and inexperienced. Jiang Nianxi back then was clearly not as bold as she is now; she was rather reserved.

The faint pink on her face was the blush unique to a young girl.

With a gentle swipe of the finger, the main interface appears with a soft click.