Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Jiang Nianxi doesn't have the habit of setting passwords.

They also don't hold back when it comes to their partners on social levels.

So anyone who can get their hands on her phone can look at it freely.

Of course, Jiang Nianxi usually has very strict control over the internet.

You have to let her see what videos to watch, what novels to read, or even what news to read first.

If someone is not satisfied, they will be forced not to watch it.

Only if they are satisfied will Yang An be allowed to continue flipping through the pages.

As for privacy...

Ok.

As far as he can see it, there is almost no privacy.

Their social circle is pitifully small.

The number of contacts is so small that you can't even scroll through the chat window.

There's nothing to see here.

I aimlessly scrolled through the main interface.

After watching it for a while, it gets a bit boring.

That's insane.

Yang An yawned widely, feeling sleepy.

Why did I suddenly decide to go through Jiang Nianxi's phone...?

Just as I was about to put my phone down, a flash of lightning suddenly struck my mind.

and many more!

Wait! Wait!!

He froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

He remembered some unpleasant things.

The clothes in my hands were scattered all over the ground.

"Damn... um, we shouldn't have been discovered, right?"

Yang An's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze refocused on the small screen.

This time, his fingertips trembled slightly.

Young people, coupled with the pressure of academic studies, inevitably become somewhat immature.

As for those stress-relieving gadgets hidden in your phone...

If Yang An remembers correctly.

Probably, maybe, almost.

There are... several software programs, right?

Moreover, it seems that countless instructional videos are stored in the small photo album inside…

Depend on.

If Jiang Nianxi saw this...

The consequences... seem quite serious.

No, no, that's not right.

I should be the one who's embarrassed.

He felt goosebumps rise on his back.

I quickly went back into the main interface and carefully swiped the bottom bar to the left.

Sure enough, a small green icon appeared before my eyes.

The phone's built-in privacy space.

It is also a holy place for teenagers to relieve stress.

However, this sacred place seems to be somewhat dead now...

I can't see it, ....

Yang An's heart was pounding wildly.

My palms started to sweat slightly.

That place is not only ignorant.

It is an absolute taboo for young people.

If someone sees this... I'll never be able to face Jiang Nianxi's innocent-looking face again.

Verify fingerprint.

Verification successful.

The interface immediately started redirecting.

A few seconds later, a green screen replaced the main screen.

However, after just one glance, Yang An's heart sank.

Gone.

Everything is gone.

The software and all the videos in my photo album are gone.

It was completely deleted.

He almost lost his balance and collapsed to the ground.

My legs were trembling violently.

Jiang Nianxi...did she see those things after all?

That one's own image...

"It can't be real, can it...?"

Don't.

His lips turned white, and for a moment he felt a sense of collapse, as if his will had crumbled.

How is this any different from being caught by parents watching instructional videos during adolescence?

The privacy system is completely empty.

In addition to the original notebook and photo album.

Even if I hadn't lost my memory, I would never reveal anything about this.

Yang An is absolutely certain.

He knows himself better than anyone else.

This is a matter of privacy that Jiang Nianxi would absolutely never tell.

Either Jiang Nianxi actively requested privacy, or they had no choice but to give it to her.

Either they deleted it secretly themselves.

But no matter how you look at it, the possibility seems slim.

"notebook……"

Yang An composed himself and turned his attention back to another piece of software next to the photo album.

hiss……

If I remember correctly.

It seems there were some shady phone numbers written in the notebook as well.

Those were codes for certain comics, which he deliberately collected for future reference.

Now it seems we can only pray that Jiang Nianxi doesn't know what those numbers are for...

He took a deep breath and his trembling fingertips barely managed to tap the icon.

The page popped up.

But it's not blank.

"Um?"

Yang An frowned, and the flush on his face faded completely.

He slid down little by little.

All those previous numbered headings have disappeared.

Instead, there are rows of dates.

I thought I'd reach the bottom after flipping through a few times.

After searching for quite a while, it turned out to be still there.

"What...is this?"

His finger hovered over the screen, unsure whether to click on it or exit.

I don't recall ever having this editing history.

Those shady phone numbers have indeed disappeared.

But these calendar-like records seem even stranger.

It seems that the further you flip through the pages, the earlier the dates appear.

It even spanned the new year.

Did you write it by your own hand?

Perhaps... the answer lies hidden in that mysterious and lost memory.

He gritted his teeth. Although he didn't know what was written inside, it would still be some time before Jiang Nianxi brought the two children back.

Take a look; there shouldn't be any major problems...

With that in mind, he scrolled to the top and immediately spotted the first one, then clicked on it.

January 30, 2027

This is the closest in time.

But now... it's already 2028.

"Actually, things seem pretty good this way."

"Instead of being trapped in internal strife and suffering day after day, choosing to submit might at least make life a little more comfortable..."

What does that mean?

This sentence just doesn't make sense to me.

Yang An stopped scrolling and stared at the line of text, lost in thought.

If it was written by myself in the past, then why would there be "pain" and "internal friction"?

Yes……

Is it because of Jiang Nianxi's controlling nature?

Unsure, I continued reading.

"Ah...sometimes I really want to die, dying would end it all."

"Jiang Nianxi, I really can't see you anymore."

Yang An's head was throbbing. As he looked at the unremarkable text, a sense of desolation welled up uncontrollably in his heart.

I suddenly felt a little dizzy.

He sat on the sofa and calmed down for a few minutes.

Only after my vision returned to normal did I look down at my phone.

"December 29, 2026."

"I ran into my old classmate Su Lingyi today. I've been feeling a bit dazed lately, like I'm forgetting things pretty quickly..."

"...Women...Days of being controlled...Psychological trauma..."

He muttered to himself, but a chill ran down his spine.

"August 30, 2026."

"Why is that woman so fixated on me...? She even has videos... What does she want?!"

"I can't see the road ahead... I really can't see it clearly..."

"..."

July 31, 2026.

"absurd……"

"Why did that have to happen...?"