The person who likes me is a yandere.

Then the only option is novels or songs. Qianyu's final answer is to start with novels, that's right, novels.

He plans to start by publishing two books on the website, one a short story and the other a novel. Since he is just copying the content, this will not be difficult at all; he only needs to type it out.

Why not start with the music? He had a general understanding of what this world was like. The music was alright, but the novels were absolutely terrible. Almost all of them were about reincarnated protagonists in another world, and even the others were just the sword and magic tropes from ten years ago. Qianyu had read an otherworld novel that was ranked number one on the bestseller list, and she was poisoned to death!

The story begins with the male protagonist being hit by a car and dying, then arriving in another world. He is surprised to find himself in a world of swords and magic, and calmly accepts this fact. He thinks, "I'm an orphan, I have no attachment to my original world. I'm an orphan, so what can you do about it?"

Then there's the complete mastery of magic, starting forbidden spells at eight, soloing bosses at ten, falling in love at fifteen, having a harem by eighteen, and dominating the world at twenty—it's just too amazing! The key is that this kind of floppy novel still ranks as the number one book in terms of clicks. Qianyu is really poisonous!

This needs to be saved; we can't let the novel industry keep failing!

Qianyu had already decided what to write. While he was lost in thought, someone suddenly tapped his shoulder, startling him. He quickly turned around and saw an ordinary-looking boy wearing flat-rimmed glasses. He was really ordinary, the kind of boy you wouldn't notice in a crowd!

"Rinya, good morning!" After seeing the boy's face clearly, memories automatically surfaced in Asahi's mind. The boy in front of her was named Aki Rinya, who was her first and only friend in this world. Because they were both otaku, they got along very well!

"Good morning, no, Asahi-kun, I think I've met the goddess of my life!" Renya excitedly patted Asahi's shoulder and said this with a happy face. However, he didn't control his voice well, which caused people around to look at Asahi and Renya with strange eyes, which was really embarrassing!

Aki Tomo's seemingly random remark left Asahi completely bewildered. "What? You've met your goddess? Aren't you a shut-in who only likes anime characters?"

Chapter 11 2B? Pretty Girl Class?

"Oh, the weather is so nice and warm..."

Apart from his hands gripping the brakes, Aki Tomoya relaxed and gazed blankly at the sky.

The sky was already full of spring, with white clouds trailing in the bright blue, and pink petals scattered among them.

There was also a sun that was a bit stronger than in winter, and a moon that hadn't completely disappeared before dawn and had shrunk in size.

In addition, there were circular unidentified flying objects that were larger and closer than the sun and moon, and that quickly passed by.

"……yeah?"

A circular unidentified flying object, larger and closer than the sun and moon, quickly swept past our eyes...

"No...no way! That's UF...O."

Before Aki Tomoya could finish his exclamation, the flying object landed with a thud right in front of me and rolled down the slope on its own.

It would be more charming if it stayed in the air a little longer; that would be better.

"A hat...?"

The rolling object, upon closer inspection, appeared to be not a bright red straw hat, but a white beret.

So that's it. As far as unidentified flying objects are concerned, their surface area facing the wind and their solidity are insufficient, so they cannot fly far.

Well, the color doesn't really matter.

And so, while Aki Tomoya was lost in rather trivial reflections...

"Ah ...

A sound came along with the wind that had grown stronger without them noticing.

"what……?"

In an instant, Aki Tomoya's body reacted on its own.

He gripped the brakes so tightly that his muscles bulged; he strained his neck, turning it backward until it almost cramped.

This was probably to confirm with their own eyes who the owner of the melodious, clear, and resonant voice coming from the slope was...

"My hat!!"

"what……"

Looking back down the slope.

There was a girl, about my age, standing there looking bewildered.

What dazzled my eyes was a pristine white dress, fair thighs, and white...

Well, color doesn't really matter, I guess.

She stretched out her right hand toward her hat, which was rolling smoothly down the slope without stopping, while her left hand covered her flowing hair, meaning she had no extra hand to hold down her skirt.

...Well, anyway, the owner of that hat is there.

"It rolled down... ah."

"what……"

Then, when she shifted her gaze from the hat in the distance back to the closer view, she naturally met the eyes of Aki Tomoya, who was in her line of sight.

Still looking embarrassed, she now looked at Aki Tomoya and the hat interchangeably.

"Thank you, then goodbye." The girl said softly, then gracefully disappeared.

After she left, Aki Tomoya stood there in a daze, as if savoring something.

...............

Hearing Aki Tomoya's story, Asahi was speechless. This was like a scene from a romance novel. Helplessly, she touched her forehead and said, "Uh... are you sure this isn't something you made up or imagined?"

"I'm sure of it, absolutely not, this is all based on my real experience!" Seeing that Asahi clearly didn't believe him, Aki Tomoya explained excitedly, his pupils beneath his glasses screaming, "I'm serious!"

"While the scene you've fabricated is undeniably beautiful, enough to write a melodramatic romance novel, it's September now. You need to understand that cherry blossoms bloom in April. You said you met her at work a few days ago, which is clearly illogical!" Everyone knows that cherry blossoms bloom in April, and it's September, obviously not cherry blossom season. Meeting a beautiful girl in a white dress during a time of falling cherry blossoms—it all seems so wonderful. Unfortunately, this is reality, and even though Asahi didn't want to shatter Aki Tomoya's fantasy!

"Can……"

"Besides, you're not the male lead in a romance novel. You should just dream about meeting beautiful girls. Remember, we're both otaku!" Seeing that Aki Tomoya still wanted to explain, Asahi decisively interrupted him. She had to bring him back to reality; daydreaming during the day was no good!

Aki Tomoya looked like he wanted to cry but couldn't. What he said was too blunt. He clearly remembered that he did have an encounter with a beautiful girl, but his best friend didn't believe him. This was a huge blow to the fragile Aki Tomoya!

What a pitiful and pathetic shut-in!

Qianyu sighed silently, patted his shoulder, and said to him earnestly, "Lunye-kun, you've fallen. Didn't you say you only liked girls from the world of anime? You actually fell for these ordinary girls in the real world. You've disappointed me so much!" Her tone was full of disappointment. This Oscar-worthy acting was perfect for Lunye-kun!

"How could that be? How could I possibly like these ordinary women in the real world? Everything before was just a fantasy, yes, just a fantasy!" Despite saying this, Aki Tomoya still felt that what he saw before was real, but it just felt a bit unreal. Moreover, he couldn't remember what the girl looked like at all. It seemed that it really was just his imagination!

Upon arriving at Shion Academy, Asahi, as a freshman, naturally had to go to the office. After confessing to Aki Tomoya, she went straight to the principal's office to report. The principal, who must have been informed by his father, was surprisingly polite to Asahi, making Asahi both amused and exasperated. It was as if she owned the academy!

"So, Principal, which class have I been assigned to?" Qianyu interrupted the principal's somewhat rambling words with a hint of helplessness, getting straight to the point. He didn't want to waste too much time!

"You're in Class 2B of the second year!" The principal revealed a meaningful smile, ignoring Qianyu's slightly darkened expression, and immediately began his grand plan, "You know, Class 2B of the second year is famous throughout the academy for its beautiful girls. I think you'll definitely like it, Qianyu!"

The number 2B left Qianyu speechless, but upon hearing that there were many beautiful girls, she immediately changed her attitude. That's great! Although she couldn't get close to them for too long, it was still good to feast her eyes on them!

However, the name "2B" still left Qianyu speechless. Perhaps the principal of this Sun Country didn't understand what "2B" meant in China. Otherwise, Qianyu estimated that he would change the name. Just imagine, a class of beautiful girls being called "2B"—wouldn't people laugh at that?

The principal gave Qianyu a brief introduction to the college and some popular club activities. After all, club activities are very important in the Sun Kingdom. As a shut-in, Qianyu certainly knew about these things, but the principal was willing to tell her these things, which was a great honor. She was too embarrassed to doze off, so she could only pretend to be very serious. The principal was very pleased and thought Qianyu was a good student!

He finally finished speaking, and Qianyu was finally relieved. She walked out of the principal's office with a sigh of relief and headed towards Class 2B, where there might be a surprise!

A love story with a certain monster girl

I had planned for a peaceful night and sweet dreams. But the amorous wind brought a night of rain, disturbing the initial tranquility, shattering my peace, and dreading my dreams.

I awoke from my dream, my thoughts unusually clear, destined to remain sleepless. I simply got up and stood by the window, gazing at the raindrops and whispers of the wind. A touch of familiarity, a surge of longing—I understood; the gentle night rain reminded me of your warmth. It's been so long since we last met. How are you?

The rain stops and the wind weaves threads, like fragments of memory, tangled and filling all the space in my mind right now. The days with you in my memory are like this intense feeling of happiness tonight; the wind is as gentle as you, and you are as warm as the wind. I can't say exactly what you've done, I only know that in your presence, I am very real and relaxed. I speak freely, laugh loudly, and even act out when I'm annoyed; I never think of anything that should make me worry.

I once doubted that a smile could be sweet, until I met you, and then I was certain. During the time you were with me, I always loved looking at your face, because it always wore a subtle smile. Though understated, it was sincere, radiating kindness, warmth, and tenderness. Looking at it, I enjoyed it, savoring the taste of sugar in my heart—a perfectly balanced sweetness. I was puzzled for a while, even wondering if I had exaggerated my feelings for you, but no matter how calm and rational I was, I couldn't change the fact that your smile was undeniably sweet, and your presence was undeniably warm.

Gentle people always have a great influence on others, and your gentleness has influenced me. All my flaws and shortcomings have slowly disappeared and diminished under your tolerance. I'm learning to treat the people and things around me like you do. I used to admire you the most—you don't compete or fight, you know how to give and let go. Even things that I used to be particularly bothered by became just pettiness after your analysis. So, I quietly imitated you, changed myself, and wanted to broaden my perspective.

The gentleness and security you gave me, like the light breeze and drizzle tonight, numbed me, making me never imagine your departure. I thought we could always be together, that we would always be a part of each other's lives. Only when you were truly gone did I start to irrationally assume you were still there. Now that you're really gone, I'm slowly adjusting. Life without you, after the initial hardship, has become a habit of being alone, a habit of no longer contacting you.

Tonight, the wind blows and the rain turns into blossoms, falling beneath the windowpane and piling up on the ground, romanticizing this moment. The gentleness of the wind and the romance of the rain evoke familiar memories; thinking back, it's all your scent. Perhaps I truly miss you. I ask, are you well? That unforgettable smile, has it faded away? I sincerely hope that in the days to come, it will still grace your face as always. Perhaps years later, we will meet again. Even if I no longer recognize you, I will surely remember your warm smile.

The wind and rain tonight are so much like you from that year, almost throwing my emotions into disarray and stirring my heart. Only when they drifted away, leaving no trace, did I tell myself that it's all in the past. Tonight, the wind and rain merely ignited memories of the past, and you in those memories seeped into the night, only to become the past again in an instant.

Remastered version...

A gentle morning breeze carries the coolness of summer; sunlight falls on my eyelashes, slightly warm. Will you cherish the fallen petals? Will you hold back the departing wind? Will you remember the past, scattered like smoke in the clouds?

Do tree branches miss fallen flowers? The dandelion is so reluctant to leave, so why does it still wander? I'm afraid that you, once so dear, will blend into the crowd and go with them to a place I can't find. Is life a movie? I keep looking back on the past; can you give me any response? But I'm afraid you'll dissolve in the water like a dead jellyfish, and I won't be able to hold you up. Did you think the clouds that night were beautiful? But I'm afraid of their passing; I'll open my eyes and find you suddenly gone, as if those clouds had never existed.

Am I just daydreaming? Life is roughly nine hundred months long, and how many people have I brushed past? Ants are busy their whole lives; can I spend the rest of my life watching over you? The steadfast and long cycle of sunset and moonrise—isn't that the most beautiful romance in the world? I only remember that I've never lost anything; is it because I'm so present? Can crying wash away all the turmoil in my heart? How can I embrace you?

I've gotten used to your departure, haven't I? I didn't cry. Am I allowed to smile foolishly in a dimly lit corner? I don't want to be curious about where you went. I don't want to wait for you to come back in your old spot. I don't want to have any good memories of you. Can you give me some time? Just a little bit. I can turn the clouds into a hot air balloon and float you away. I can watch you leave quietly. I can choke on my goodbyes.

The wind is so carefree, and so many flowers follow it as it passes by. It must be so happy. I have so much for you, so why can't I say a single word in the end? Memories and expectations bloom in your palm. When you close your eyes, who are you thinking of? Is it a bird in the sky, who loves you so much and always brings you a message? Is it a white lotus in the water, who loves you so much and always leaves the moonlight for you? Is it a white horse running, who loves you so much that it would travel a thousand miles to be by your side?

I don't have the wings of a bird, so I can't take you on a journey through the sea of ​​clouds; I don't have the gentleness of a white lotus, so I can't give you the best moon; I don't have the hooves of a white horse, so I can't make a "clattering" sound. If I could, I would give you everything I have, could you look at me? If I could, I would be willing to grow old with you, could you give me the courage to speak? If I could, I would want to take you to Mount Everest, could you give me just one glance?

Is all love perfect? ​​Can there be imperfection? Unnecessary memories touched my tear ducts. The devastating separation and love infected my heart and lungs. That story happened a long time ago, but I still can't get over it. I still remember your departing figure. We are not far apart, but I can't take a step to catch up with you.

Could you miss me for even a second?

Tomorrow, the remastered version of "A Love Story with a Certain Yandere" will be officially updated, and this book will be on hiatus for a while!

Chapter Eleven: Waiting for My Beloved

After arriving at the Aster Academy, Qianyu was actually quite speechless. He was indeed assigned to the class of beautiful girls, but the girls all seemed aloof. They were either looking down at their books or playing on their phones, and the whole class was quiet!

This made Qianyu, who was used to the hustle and bustle, feel a little uncomfortable, so she went out for some fresh air. When she came to the balcony, she found that Aki Tomoya was also on the balcony. Qianyu couldn't help but cautiously approach Aki Tomoya, wanting to launch a surprise attack, but he noticed her before she even got close!

To be honest, it was a little awkward. Sitting next to Aki Tomoya, she saw him writing in his diary. Asahi glanced at it curiously, but he blocked her view.

"Rinya, how come you keep a diary?"

Aki Tomoya pushed up his glasses and calmly said, "I'm afraid I'll forget my memories in the future, so I want to record what happens every day!" He then gave Asahi a meaningful look.

"Amnesia? How could that be! You're not going to have any accidents, how could you possibly lose your memory?" I smiled dismissively. Unless you suffered a severe head injury, how could you possibly lose your memory? Asahi still thought Aki Tomoya was overthinking it!

Aki Tomoya put down his pen, looked up at the sky with a hint of melancholy, and asked, "Then let me ask you a question: do you still remember Yatogami Tohka?"

Qianyu shook her head honestly. She didn't know why she felt so familiar with the name but had no recollection of it. She tried her best to search her memory but couldn't find any information about it!

"Actually, you're the one who taught me to write a diary, and now even you've forgotten how, haha!" Aki Tomoya put the diary back in his bag, didn't say much, just sighed, waved, and left!

Seeing Aki Tomoya's back, Asahi was momentarily lost in thought. Tohka? She seemed so familiar! But why couldn't she remember her?

…………

After a boring day at school, I returned home and lay listlessly on my bed, my mind replaying Aki Tomoya's words. If I thought about it carefully, I could realize that Asahi herself knew that there was a gap in her memory, a complete blank...

What exactly happened during high school? Why can't I remember? —I think I had friends, I thought I had a first love... There were encounters, partings, joys, and sorrows—these innocent memories of high school, are they really going to be lost forever...?