Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

"Happy birthday?"

Is this for me?

Yang An twirled the sticky note and then looked at the beautifully packaged gift box on the ground.

strangeness.

It's his birthday today, which is nice.

But over the years, it seems that apart from my parents and Pan Zhufa, no one remembers my birthday.

Who could be so kind?

He grabbed the bow at the top and lifted it up.

heavy.

I closed the door, carefully carried it inside, and turned on the living room light.

With the light shining through, Yang An could finally see clearly that, in addition to the sticky note, the gift box also had beautiful patterns printed on all four sides.

Yang An had seen this style many times when he was a child.

If nothing unexpected happens, it's a cake.

Although I don't know who's so kind, since it's for me...

Yang An scratched his head.

He tried to be as gentle as possible as he untied the ribbon on the surface of the gift box.

He removed the box cover, and a beautiful and delicious cream cake came into view.

It looks quite appetizing.

At the very top are a few halved strawberries, green grapes, and a chocolate platter engraved with "Happy Birthday".

Looking at the cake, Yang An had some uncertain guesses in his mind, so he sent a message to his parents.

Did you buy me a cake?

My parents probably ordered it well in advance and had the cake delivered today.

However, the answer was no.

My parents both said they didn't know.

"..."

Yang An's gaze shifted back and forth between his phone and the cake.

I dare not eat it, as its origin is unknown.

If I don't eat it, what if it really is someone's good intention? Wouldn't that be letting them down?

After a brief struggle, he finally decided to put the cake box cover back on and put it in the refrigerator.

As the saying goes, you shouldn't eat food from strangers.

He decided not to gamble with his own safety.

Time flies.

Before we knew it, it was time to check our results.

Yang An got up exceptionally early that day, almost two hours before he started developing the query, he was already sitting in front of his outdated computer at home.

I heard that it gets stuck for a long time every year around this time.

Yang An's computer was slow and laggy; it would take forever to access a browser.

Fortunately, when the time came, it achieved the fastest access speed of my life.

With a click of the mouse, a prominent table appeared in front of him in just a few seconds.

667 points.

Depend on!

The moment Yang An saw the results, he was so excited he almost fell off his chair.

This score is far higher than all the scores I took in my three years of high school.

Putting everything else aside, choosing most majors at Xuanhua University is practically a sure thing.

Looking back on the days when I desperately tried to earn points, it seems...

Yang An looked up at the window, overwhelmed with emotion.

It's definitely worth it.

"Waaah—waaah—"

The sudden vibration of his phone interrupted his thoughts.

He took his phone out of his pocket and looked at it closely.

Jiang Nianxi.

My deskmate, whom I hadn't seen for more than ten days since the college entrance examination ended.

Why did she call herself?

Yang An frowned slightly, swiped his thumb up, and selected to answer the call.

Strangely, after the call was connected, there was an inexplicable silence.

Only a very faint breathing sound reached his ears.

Like...

The person on the other end is exhaling into their phone.

So much so that a dozen seconds later, Yang An even thought he had accidentally pressed the answer button.

But when I take the phone out, it clearly shows that the call is connected.

He was even more confused.

He coughed lightly a few times and tentatively asked, "Jiang... Nianxi?"

This time, the phone finally got a response.

"Um."

The girl's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, as if she had just woken up and was languid.

Neuropathy.

Upon hearing the woman's voice, Yang An cursed inwardly.

If you're on the phone, speak properly. What's the meaning of not saying a word when you call?

It scared him; he thought it was like a horror movie, with some kind of eerie phone call coming to his door.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his voice became much calmer.

Why are you calling me?

In the same neighborhood, on the other side.

Jiang Nianxi leaned against the ventilation window in the corridor, her expression unreadable.

Not far away was a small balcony completely covered by curtains.

She slowly brought the phone to her lips.

"Little classmate, what score did you get?"

"Well, it's nothing special, just over six hundred."

Yang An looked at the numbers on the computer, hesitated for a moment, and chose to give a vague answer.

"Well... now that it's over, it's over. What have you thought about that matter?"

"What?"

"Be with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang An almost thought he had misheard.

"What did you say??"

"I'm asking you now, would you consider being with me?" Jiang Nianxi looked at the small balcony across the street and repeated softly.

"No, Jiang Nianxi, what are you thinking?"

Yang An suddenly felt like he had a splitting headache.

When will this ever end?

He simply admitted, "First of all, I said months ago that I wouldn't be with you."

"Secondly, now that the exams are over and we've graduated, we'll all be going our separate ways..."

"and then?"

However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted once again by a cold female voice.

"And then... please don't contact me again, okay?"

Although it might seem presumptuous to say it like that, he choked for a moment when he thought of Jiang Nianxi's previous actions, but still forced himself to finish the sentence.

"What do you mean?"

"Jiang Nianxi, what...what do you want to do? Haven't I made myself clear enough?"

"What do I want to do...? Little classmate, is this how you treat me, given our relationship?"

"So what do you want?"

Yang An was speechless.

"I feel like I'm not good enough for you. We're completely mismatched and from different worlds."

"Secondly, we've already graduated. Don't impose your controlling nature on me anymore. We're practically strangers now, understand?"

He believed his words were rather harsh.

He has now figured it out: he has no intention of being with Jiang Nianxi right now.

Moreover, if it were someone else, they would probably also find this classmate's behavior a bit strange.

After knowing each other for a few days, a simple act of kindness has become like an inseparable piece of chewing gum.

After repeatedly refusing to protest, they became even more outrageous.

Later, this evolved into strict control over his social interactions, contacts, and diet.

Although Yang An himself doesn't have much of a social life.

After that, he privately threatened Su Lingyi, followed her, and sent her strange messages every now and then.

To be honest, even someone who wants to date Jiang Nianxi would probably lose half their interest immediately after seeing this.

This person is not normal; they clearly have mental problems.

On the other side, Jiang Nianxi still had a faint smile on her face, but her left hand was already gripping the edge of the window tightly.

The plastic frame of the window, which had been in disrepair for years, creaked slightly under this pressure.

It looked like it was about to collapse at any moment.

"You...don't care about me anymore?"