Another bright, cloudless day—enough to send anyone’s mood soaring… But no time for chatter. The moment a sweep of purple hair drifted into Grade 10, Class B, Liang Sheng’s spirits instantly plummeted.
“Today we have a transfer student. Please introduce yourself,” Dong Yue said with solemn seriousness.
The girl on the podium locked her gaze directly onto Liang Sheng. A chill prickled Liang Sheng’s scalp. She ducked her head, avoiding even a flicker of eye contact.
“Hello everyone, I’m Hua Nai.” A sweet smile bloomed on Hua Nai’s face. The boys in class erupted into howls and cheers—any outsider might mistake them for starving beasts on the verge of collapse.
No wonder. Hua Nai’s looks ranked among the very top—only Gu Yuqi came close. Yet the two girls were utterly different types, in personality, appearance, and aura.
Liang Sheng glanced up by accident—and a profile popped into view.
Name: Hua Nai
Age: 16
Height: 167 cm
Weight: 45 kg
Looks: SSS
Hobbies: Liang Sheng, being with Liang Sheng forever
Attribute: Yandere
Traits: Willing to do anything for Liang Sheng
Family: Father—chain restaurant owner; Mother—wealthy heiress
Affection for Liang Sheng: 200+
Affection for Su Ze: 0
*Here it comes. Exactly what I feared!* Liang Sheng nervously rubbed her hands together. She always thought of Hua Nai in crises—but not like this… What if this love ran so deep that to “keep” her forever, Hua Nai would… kill her and preserve her in formalin?
Would the world really lose a “beauty woven from every classical Chinese compliment imaginable”? (Ugh. How shamelessly vain of her.)
A cold shiver shot down Liang Sheng’s spine. Just then, Hua Nai chirped, “Teacher! I want to sit there!”
Liang Sheng followed her finger—*Wasn’t that the seat right next to mine?!* An aisle separated them, but still… too close.
Dong Yue hesitated, glancing at the occupied desk.
Without waiting, Hua Nai strode over, smiling sweetly. “Classmate, may I have your seat?” That smile—utterly disarming. The boy, dazed and dizzy, stammered, “Y-yes! Please, take it!”
Liang Sheng facepalmed. *Useless men! Have some backbone!* She peeked at Hua Nai—still beaming that sweet, devastating smile at *her*. Liang Sheng quickly looked down. *…Okay. I’m useless too. Not my fault. Blame that face.*
During class, a scorching gaze burned into her side, as if trying to peel back her skin. Liang Sheng kept her eyes glued to the board.
When the bell finally rang, she realized—she’d brought her Chinese textbook to math. Thank goodness Dong Yue hadn’t patrolled the aisles. *I’d have been so done for.*
After class was the real danger. Steeling herself, Liang Sheng bolted from the room at inhuman speed. She glanced back—and froze. Hua Nai stood beside her, still smiling sweetly.
*Is this yandere glued to me? Impossible to shake off…*
“Sheng-chan~ Why so quiet now that you’ve seen me?” Hua Nai’s voice dripped honey, yet felt like a threat.
“I… I’m just *so* happy! Hahaha!” Liang Sheng forced a laugh—hollow, strained, echoing eerily down the hall.
Hua Nai giggled shyly, then latched onto her arm. “I knew Sheng-chan missed me! Heehee… Now you’ll never be lonely again.”
*Yeah. “Never lonely.” More like “never alone.”*
“Um… Hua Nai…” Liang Sheng stammered, eyes fixed on the girl clinging to her.
Hua Nai turned, radiant. “What is it, Sheng-chan? I’ll grant any wish~ Because I love you most of all~”
*Just… back off.* The words died in her throat under that innocent, angelic smile.
Noon. Liang Sheng clutched her pounding head. *What now?!* Lu Ziqing wanted to treat her to a thousand-yuan feast. Song An’an prepared a love-filled bento. Gu Yuqi, on a whim, made her a jianbing with egg. An Hua suddenly insisted on cafeteria duty. And now—a yandere who’d literally hold a knife to her throat for refusal.
Trapped. Truly between a rock and a hard place.
“Hey! Liang Sheng!”
“Underclassman Liang Sheng…”
“A-Sheng!”
“Liang Sheng.”
Hua Nai gazed at her, eyes brimming with wounded devotion. “Sheng-chan…”
Liang Sheng’s knees buckled. *Sisters, have mercy—I wanna live!*
“How about… we all eat together?” she whispered meekly.
“In unison: NO!” United hearts moved mountains—and Liang Sheng’s fate. *Thirty-Six Stratagems: retreat is best.*
“Uh… nurse’s office! Stomachache!” She spun and fled.
“Let me carry you!”
“A-Sheng, wait!”
“I’ll call a private doctor!”
“Sheng-chan, don’t move—I’ll fetch the nurse!”
Chaos swirled. Only An Hua adjusted her glasses calmly: “Nurse’s office is *that* way. You’re going wrong.”
But nothing wakes someone pretending to sleep. Liang Sheng vanished without a glance back.
*Is being liked by girls really this terrifying?*
Dazed, she spotted “NURSE’S OFFICE,” stumbled inside—and froze.
A woman around twenty-five, silvery-blue hair pinned neatly, was changing. Her features were sharp, colder than An Hua’s, radiating pure, crystalline aloofness—a true ice beauty.
She glanced up, unfazed it was a girl, and calmly slipped on a white shirt.
“Student,” her voice cool and detached, “what seems to be the problem?”
