It was another bright, sunny day with not a cloud in the sky, the kind that made one’s spirits soar straight into the stratosphere. But no sooner had that thought crossed Liang Sheng’s mind than a cascade of purple hair swept into the Class 1-B classroom, and her good mood crashed and burned.
“Everyone, we have a new transfer student in our class today. Why don’t you start by introducing yourself?” Teacher Dong Yue said in her usual no-nonsense tone.
The girl on the podium fixed her gaze unblinkingly on Liang Sheng, sending a shiver straight down her spine. Liang Sheng ducked her head, unable to meet those eyes even for a second.
“Hello, everyone. My name is Hana.” A sweet smile bloomed on Hana’s face, and the boys in their seats erupted in cheers, howling like wild beasts on the verge of starvation. Anyone who didn’t know better might have thought they were rabid dogs.
And who could blame them? Hana’s looks were top-tier, SSS-grade, rivaled only by Gu Yuqi. But the two girls were worlds apart—in personality, appearance, everything.
Liang Sheng glanced up inadvertently, and a status panel popped into view.
“Name: Hana
Age: 16
Height: 167 cm
Weight: 45 kg
Appearance: SSS
Hobbies: Liang Sheng, being with Liang Sheng forever
Traits: Yandere
Characteristics: Willing to do anything for Liang Sheng
Family: Father owns a chain of restaurants
Mother is a wealthy heiress
Favorability toward Liang Sheng: 200+
Favorability toward Su Ze: 0″
Speak of the devil and she shall appear. Liang Sheng rubbed her hands nervously.
She always thought of Hana in her darkest moments, but now? She wanted nothing to do with her. What if Hana’s love was so obsessive that she’d kill Liang Sheng just to preserve her forever in a jar of formaldehyde?
Then the world would lose one “peerless beauty of ethereal grace, jade-like skin, painted brows, slender figure, captivating eyes, heavenly fairy, nation-toppling allure, flower that shames the moon” and every other flowery cliché under the sun (God, talk about shameless)!
The very idea sent chills down Liang Sheng’s spine. Right then, Hana piped up. “Teacher! I want to sit there!”
Liang Sheng followed the direction of Hana’s pointing finger. That was the seat right next to hers! Sure, there was an aisle between them, but it was still way too close for comfort.
Teacher Dong Yue glanced at the spot with a troubled frown. A boy was already sitting there.
Seeing her hesitation, Hana didn’t waste a second. She marched over to the boy, flashing a dazzling smile. “Classmate, could I have your seat?” That grin left the poor guy dazed and confused, utterly bewitched.
“Sure, sure! Take it, take it.” He scrambled out of the way without a second thought.
Liang Sheng slapped a hand to her forehead. Why couldn’t these guys have a shred of backbone? She shot Hana a glance, only to meet that sweet smile aimed right at her. Liang Sheng promptly buried her face in her hands. Fine, she could play spineless too. It wasn’t her fault—Hana just had one of those faces.
During class, Liang Sheng felt a scorching gaze boring into her from the side, as if it could peel back her skin and see straight through to her soul. She didn’t dare look up, pretending to focus intently on the lesson.
When the bell finally rang, she realized she’d been holding her Chinese textbook through the entire math class. Luckily, Teacher Dong Yue hadn’t wandered around, or she would have been toast.
But recess was the real danger zone. Liang Sheng bolted from the classroom at inhuman speed. A quick glance back made her gasp—Hana was right there, smiling innocently at her side.
Was this yandere made of superglue? Impossible to shake off…
“Sheng-chan, why aren’t you saying anything now that I’m here?” Hana’s voice was pure honey, but to Liang Sheng, it sounded like a veiled threat.
“I… I’m just so happy! Hahaha!” Liang Sheng let out a laugh that echoed creepily down the hallway.
Hana ducked her head shyly, giggling, then latched onto Liang Sheng’s arm. “I knew you must have missed me tons, Sheng-chan. Now that I’m here, you won’t be lonely anymore.”
Lonely? More like she couldn’t be alone even if she tried.
“Um, Hana…” Liang Sheng eyed the girl clinging to her, her voice tight with nerves.
Hana turned with a beaming smile. “What is it, Sheng-chan? I’ll do anything you ask~ Because I love you the most~”
Can you maybe give me some space? The words nearly tumbled out, but one look at Hana’s innocent face made Liang Sheng swallow them.
At lunchtime, Liang Sheng clutched her head in agony. What now? Lu Ziqing wanted to treat her to a feast costing thousands; Song An’an was bringing a loving homemade bento; Gu Yuqi had whipped up a fancy pancake with egg on a whim; and An Hua, out of nowhere, insisted on hitting the cafeteria together. Now this yandere was here, metaphorically holding a knife to her throat: refuse at your peril.
Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place!
“Hey! Liang Sheng!”
“Junior Sister Liang Sheng…”
“A-Sheng!”
“Liang Sheng.”
Hana gazed at her with wounded eyes. “Sheng-chan…”
Liang Sheng’s legs nearly buckled.
Girls, have mercy! I want to live a few more years!
“How about… we all eat together?” she suggested meekly.
“No way!” came the chorus. United, they were unstoppable—and aimed right at her. Of the thirty-six stratagems, the best was to flee.
“Uh, I need to hit the school infirmary real quick. Stomachache.” Liang Sheng took off running.
“Junior Sister Liang Sheng, what’s wrong? Let me carry you!” “A-Sheng, A-Sheng, wait for me!” “Hey, Liang Sheng! Why are you running? I’ll call a private doctor!” “Sheng-chan! Don’t move—I’ll drag the school doctor here!” Chaos erupted.
Only An Hua adjusted her glasses and dropped a bombshell: “The school infirmary is that way. You went the wrong direction.”
Too bad nothing wakes someone pretending to sleep. Liang Sheng didn’t look back as she hightailed it away.
This was going to be the death of her. Was being this popular with girls really so terrifying?
In her daze, Liang Sheng looked up and spotted the school infirmary sign. She barged right in.
The moment she crossed the threshold, she caught sight of a woman with silver-blue hair tied up in a bun, in the middle of changing clothes. The woman appeared to be in her mid-twenties, her face strikingly stern—colder even than An Hua’s, radiating an aura of aloof elegance. She was the epitome of a frosty beauty.
She glanced up at Liang Sheng casually. Seeing it was a girl, she didn’t bat an eye and calmly slipped on her white blouse.
“Classmate, where are you feeling unwell?” Her voice remained crisp and icy.
