The Necrophiliac Killer’s Delight:

You fled from me without hesitation? Do you see me as some kind of monster?

His reaction was odd. And the fear in his eyes when he looked at me… Could he know *about me*? But I haven’t done anything noticeable yet. Even if I had, I’d never leave a trace… How could he possibly know?

Could this be his anomaly?

While I pondered, Lan Hua’s nervous voice drifted from the next seat.

“Um, Lianbing! D-Do you… like An Juncheng too?”

Oh my. Lan Hua’s really flustered—she slipped and said “too.” If I pressed her on that now, I’d have her cornered.

How should I answer? Hmm… Vague it is.

“Well… I’m a little interested, I suppose.”

“Oh? How surprising. Jilianbing, interested in someone as unremarkable as An Juncheng?”

The speaker was Gao Yingnai—Lan Hua’s friend, with bleached yellow hair and oversized headphones perpetually on her ears. My maids had already uncovered her anomaly.

She’s an eavesdropper.

Yes, those headphones? Pure decoration. No music ever plays through them.

Her hobby is listening in on conversations. And since nearly everyone in this class has some intriguing secret, she must’ve gathered quite the intel.

If possible, I’d like to make her my school informant.

“Right… So Jilianbing likes *that* type? Many boys will be heartbroken.”

The boy beside her was Luo Yingliang—messy hair, thick glasses, an air of seriousness. But he’s actually a voyeur.

When I first heard that, I assumed he was just another pervert. Later, I learned he only “observes without being seen,” unaware of his own compulsion.

He’s witnessed plenty of anomalies but pretends ignorance… My second planned informant.

“It’s not like she *likes* him! You can’t just confess so casually…”

“But I’m serious about wanting him as my boyfriend.”

“Eh?!”

Lan Hua froze again, eyes vacant like a broken doll, muttering under her breath.

“H-How? An Juncheng’s so ordinary. No girlfriend. Barely any friends. He zones out in class… Always in the library… A novel-and-manga otaku who drinks coffee and only uses 0.7mm mechanical pencils… Two younger sisters—he’s distant with them. Father’s a surgeon. Mother’s a mortician… Only gets along with Teacher Xiaozhen and Teacher Lili… Nobody would like him… Yet someone like *you*, Lianbing… How…?”

Oops. Spilled your inner monologue, didn’t you?

Her voice was low, rushed like fast-forwarded audio—I missed parts.

The details about An Juncheng were excessive. Lan Hua barely interacts with him, yet she knows this much… Suspicious.

Could *this* be her anomaly?

“Haha… Pull yourself together, Lan Hua. An Juncheng hasn’t agreed yet. You still have a chance.”

Gao Yingnai must’ve heard every word. She didn’t seem shocked—just patted Lan Hua’s back with a wry smile.

Lan Hua shook her head, fists clenched. “R-Right! I still have a chance! I’ll dig deeper into his private life!”

Luo Yingliang adjusted his glasses, muttering, “Maybe try talking to him first? So he knows you exist…”

Lan Hua’s face flushed crimson. “N-No way! When he looks at me, I freeze up!”

“I knew it… Sigh. You can’t even start like this…”

“Ahaha…”

Luo Yingliang just shrugged, unsurprised.

Ah. So Lan Hua’s a stalker?

Gao Yingnai turned to me, still smiling wryly. “Well, Jilianbing. My little Hua’s set her sights on that blockhead too. You two are rivals now.”

“I don’t like him!” Lan Hua snapped, still denying it. No self-awareness yet? Adorable~

“Heh. I won’t hold back.”

“This isn’t even a fight. Lan Hua’s not even an appetizer—just instant KO material.”

“What did you say?!”

“Nothing! I said nothing!” Luo Yingliang clamped his mouth shut, avoiding Misfortune From Words.

“But that blockhead’s weird too. A beauty like you confesses, and he runs? Is he shy?”

“Mm… I find it strange too.”

Indeed. To outsiders, fleeing after my confession *is* bizarre. He’s the first. Probably the last.

An Juncheng only returned to class when break ended—trailing behind a teacher, blocking my chance to approach.

I waited silently for the bell. The moment it rang, he stood and followed the teacher out again.

Running away again?

Hmph. Not this time.

I slipped to the classroom door. He walked to the end of the second-floor hallway, turned left—into the boys’ restroom.

Oh? Playing *that* game?

If you think this stops me, you’re sorely mistaken.

I strolled in like I belonged. No one noticed the wrong restroom.

Two boys at the urinals gaped like they’d seen a ghost. One flinched, splashing his neighbor’s thigh.

Disgusting. Pathetic.

I just smiled and walked to the last stall.

The boys scrambled out, cursing under their breath—they must know me.

Even here, I caught his scent.

An Juncheng was hiding in that stall.

I knocked twice. His voice came from inside.

“Sorry, I’ll be out in a sec…”

Definitely him. I yanked the unlocked door open.

An Juncheng stood there, pants half-zipped, mouth agape like he’d swallowed an egg.

“My, my. So eager? Undressing the moment you see me? I’m flattered… and shy~”

Oh? Not so pathetic after all…

He finally snapped to attention, yanking up his pants. “This is the *boys’* restroom!”

“I wouldn’t do this if you’d just talk to me, Juncheng~”

Time to play pitiful. Make him feel guilty. He’ll cave.

But he wasn’t swayed. Just flatly said, “Can we talk outside?”

Worried about my reputation? How considerate.

But that ruins my plan. The more witnesses to me cornering him here, the better.

“No need. It’s quiet here. I don’t mind.”

He rolled his eyes, lips tight. That pained expression—do men’s testicles actually ache when frustrated? If so, their lives must be hard. Like our periods.

“I mind. Leave. I need to pee.”

Ignoring his cold tone, I stepped inside the stall and locked the door. No interruptions now.

“Hnn~ Go ahead. Peeing won’t stop our chat, will it?”

“Don’t call me by my name. We’re not that close… *Jilianbing*.”

His voice turned icy. My likability score just plummeted. Does he dislike my type? Well. Irrelevant.

“Ara~ You remembered my name? I’m delighted~”

“So what’s your goal? Why cling to me?”

“Heh heh heh…”

He thinks I have ulterior motives. (Accurate.) Overly perceptive men aren’t charming, Juncheng.

“Because I like you. Juncheng.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why would you like *me*?”

I twirled my hair. “You’re not me. How would you know I don’t?”

“…”

Silence. I leaned close, tracing circles on his chest. “Deep down, you’re happy, aren’t you? Who wouldn’t be thrilled by a confession from a beauty like me?”

His breath hitched. Body betraying his words, as expected~

Ah. Tsundere tendencies? How cute~

An Juncheng took a slow breath. Closed his eyes. Opened them—dead serious.

The air shifted.

“No. The opposite. I’m not happy. I’m troubled. Please… leave me alone.”

“Leave you alone…?”

Why “leave alone”? Not “give up,” but “leave alone”?

“Problem?”

“No… Nothing. I just wonder why you avoid me. I only wanted to be friends. We’re both lonely, aren’t we?”

I held back “boyfriend.” Starting as friends should work better—he craves someone to talk to.

Yet…

“Dare I? Too much contact with you invites trouble. Your admirers might gang up on me out of jealousy. We’re not the same. You shine under spotlights. I’m content in the shadows. Why force a connection?”

His words rewrote my entire view of him.

Ah. So *this* is An Juncheng.

Living amid anomalies, yet carving out a perfectly ordinary life. No resentment for his mundane existence. Flees at the first sign of danger. Instinctively avoids anything that might disrupt his routine.

Past and future discarded. Only the present matters. Drifting through life… That’s why he’s never been dragged into incidents.

How did I miss it? The most fascinating person was right beside me.

He’s the rarest **rough diamond**.

I want to drag him into my anomaly. Stain him with my colors… Watch how he reacts when thrown into chaos… Preserve his body…

I want to “kill” the ordinary An Juncheng living in that safe, boring world.

“…Heh heh heh. How fascinating. You… truly are fascinating, An Juncheng.”

In that moment, my rawest emotion burst free.

He saw it, didn’t he?

Saw the overflowing obsession in my eyes?

I

Really want to

Kill you

Kiss

Hug

Your

Corpse

An Juncheng!

I reached out to caress his cheek, marking him as mine.

"Anyway, I won’t take back what I said. I’ll be waiting for your reply, okay? Juncheng… classmate."

I’d been hesitant about who to approach in class, but now I’ve made my decision.

An Juncheng. I’ll make him my first specimen.

The finest one.

Heh~ Heh-heh~