Yandere girls and my fragmented daily life

After Ling Fan departed from JunHao Garden, a wave of relief washed over him as if he had narrowly evaded a calamity. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief, even though he found the emotion somewhat difficult to understand. It appeared that his morning had gone by without a hitch.

Ling Fan realised that the way to earn the reward was to carefully analyse the situation and take reasonable actions or responses to avoid unfavourable outcomes, allowing him to get through Saturday and Sunday safely.

For example, when he wittily convinced Su MoRan to let go of him earlier, it could have been this action that prevented any Su family acquaintances from witnessing them, thereby avoiding reprimands from the Su family.

Ling Fan believes that there is a cause-and-effect relationship in most things in the world. This applies to love and hate as well.

The feeling of narrowly escaping from Su Moran’s home made Ling Fan increasingly think of himself as a clever little guy.

The mission didn’t specify what kind of harm he might suffer, and Ling Fan didn’t want to find out. He had always been someone who avoided any kind of conflict.

Ling Fan certainly didn’t think of himself as a masochist, and he definitely didn’t want to experience that.

It’s best if such things never happen at all. Yes, that’s how it should be.

Lost in thought, Ling Fan made his way toward the Xu family’s house.

At the time, Xu YanRan was in her room, lost in thought, staring at a photograph of Ling Fan on the table. Chu Yan was not by her side because she had forgotten her textbooks and had run home to retrieve them.

After a while, Xu YanRan felt that enough time had passed. She put the photo away and went downstairs to the living room to wait.

Ling Fan had just arrived and knocked on Xu YanRan’s door.

The door opened in response, and Ling Fan saw Xu YanRan. She was wearing light makeup, a light blue dress, and a white pleated skirt. Her legs were adorned with white stockings, and her plain indoor slippers seemed to match her overall look perfectly.

Ling Fan had seen his fair share of beautiful girls, but the sight of Xu YanRan with her light makeup made him think of a famous line: “In the north, there is a beauty, peerless and independent. A single glance can overthrow a city; another glance can overthrow a nation.”

Even though Xu YanRan was only in her second year of middle school, Ling Fan felt that this description perfectly fit her.

Right now, Xu YanRan appeared like a figure straight out of a painting, exuding a beauty that seemed almost otherworldly.

Ling Fan couldn’t help but notice the slight redness in Xu YanRan’s eyes, and her attire unknowingly brought back memories of someone he had recently encountered.

Who was it?

Su MoRan! Ling Fan thought of Su MoRan. Xu YanRan’s outfit was very similar to Su MoRan’s.

Xu YanRan felt Ling Fan’s gaze upon her, yet she couldn’t find it in herself to feel any joy.

Her outfit bore a striking resemblance to Su MoRan’s outfit from earlier in the day.

Xu YanRan noticed a flicker of someone else in Ling Fan’s eyes.

As Ling Fan’s pupils met Xu YanRan’s gaze, she noticed a familiar reflection staring back at her. It wasn’t her own image but rather that of Su MoRan!

She stared blankly at Ling Fan for a moment and then walked back to the living room without helping him get the slippers.

Sensing something slightly off in the atmosphere, Ling Fan decided to pretend nothing was wrong. He found the slippers on his own, closed the door, and followed Xu YanRan into the living room.

Sitting across from Xu YanRan, who still hadn’t said a word or taken out any textbooks, Ling Fan asked hesitantly,

“Xu YanRan, is something on your mind?”

“Huh? No, Ling Fan, there’s nothing on my mind. I was just a little distracted,” Xu YanRan replied instinctively.

“Is that so, Xu YanRan? If something is bothering you, you can tell me. I won’t laugh, and maybe I can even help.”

“Do you really mean that, Ling Fan? Can I trust you?” Xu YanRan looked up at Ling Fan.

“…When have I ever let you down?” Ling Fan said, looking straight into Xu YanRan’s eyes.

“Then could you come keep me company next Saturday morning?” Xu YanRan asked, staring blankly at Ling Fan.

“Saturday morning might not work; I have something else to do,” Ling Fan thought for a moment before ultimately turning down Xu YanRan’s request.

“I knew it, you won’t come. It’s always been like this. You only have eyes for her. You must think I’m a bother and don’t want to spend time with me. I promise I won’t be a nuisance anymore. Please…”

“So even after I dressed like her, you still don’t want to be with me?”

“It seems I’m not even worthy to be a replacement for her in your eyes.” Xu YanRan laughed at these words, a laugh tinged with despair. Her eyes were filled with unwillingness and confusion.

Ling Fan was baffled by her words.

“What’s wrong, Xu YanRan? Did someone bully you?” Ling Fan looked at Xu YanRan with concern. If someone were bullying her, he wouldn’t stand idly by, even if it meant giving up his reward. Although he wasn’t good at fighting, his mind was sharp.

As he recalled Xu YanRan’s smile from earlier, he felt a chill in his heart.

What’s wrong with Xu YanRan? Ling Fan’s mind raced.

Just now, Ling Fan had seen something in Xu YanRan’s eyes that he hadn’t seen in a long time— a trace of gloom.

“No one is bullying me, Ling Fan. Don’t worry. My grandfather and father both have bad tempers,” Xu YanRan said, which eased Ling Fan’s concern. Given the prevalence of bullying incidents in middle schools, it would be severe if Xu YanRan were left with emotional scars.

Xu YanRan was right. Xu ZhongHao didn’t seem like the type to be easily pushed around.

With this thought, Ling Fan dismissed the possibility that Xu Yanran was being bullied.

“Well, I’m relieved to hear that. If there’s something difficult to discuss with your elders, you can tell me. After all, we’re about the same age. Just think of me as your friend.”

“Friend, huh? That’s true. Ling Fan has always been so good to me and has never deceived me.” Xu YanRan smiled unconsciously upon hearing this.

At that moment, Xu YanRan felt that Ling Fan’s care for her was as unwavering as ever, and that was enough for her.

As long as Ling Fan didn’t leave her, Xu Yanran felt incredibly fragile right now and couldn’t dare hope for more.

She feared the cold, empty house where she would be alone.

Ling Fan was the place where the sun rose in Xu Yanran’s heart.

She dreaded the chilling, desolate house where she would be left all by herself.

Ling Fan held a special place in Xu YanRan’s heart, where the sun rose.

Ling Fan didn’t respond, right now, his mind was still clouded with doubt.

However, he didn’t know what to do. Unlike many middle school students who had already been through several girlfriends, Ling Fan couldn’t read girls’ thoughts at all.

In his previous life, Ling Fan was obsessed with what others considered the dull pursuit of cultivation. His high-quality mana and unparalleled elemental affinity had brought him to the pinnacle of wizardry.

Despite his previous experiences and the solid mental resilience he had built, Ling Fan found it useless here; he still couldn’t decipher what Xu YanRan was thinking.

“Well then, Ling Fan, shall we start the lesson? I’ll go get you a glass of water,” Xu YanRan said as she stood up and headed to the kitchen.

“Alright, thank you,” Ling Fan replied. He hesitated but decided not to try guessing. If Xu YanRan chose to share anything herself, he would naturally help her.

Watching Xu YanRan as she fetched water for him, Ling Fan’s unease did not diminish at all. Because Xu YanRan hadn’t poured water for him in a long time, It was always her commanding him to pour it for her.

“I’ve left some textbooks for my science subjects upstairs. I’ll go get them,” Xu YanRan said as she realised she was missing some materials and prepared to go upstairs.

“That’s alright. Let’s work with what we have for now. You can get the rest during the break,” Ling Fan said, suppressing his unease and starting the tutoring session.

The first session passed quickly. During the break, Xu YanRan received a text from Chu Yan saying she had some issues at home and might not be able to come in the afternoon.

Seeing the message, Xu YanRan felt inexplicably uplifted and casually replied to Chu Yan.

During the second session, Ling Fan didn’t notice that Xu YanRan, who had been sitting next to him, had moved behind him. As Ling Fan explained the problem, Xu YanRan gradually leaned closer and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind.

Xu YanRan herself couldn’t believe she was doing this.

Thinking back to the morning when Su MoRan had been holding Ling Fan’s arm, Xu YanRan felt a pang of discomfort.

It should have been her standing next to Ling Fan!

Suddenly, this thought flashed through Xu YanRan’s mind.

Ling Fan looked at the delicate, white arms wrapped around his neck and Xu YanRan’s close-up profile. His lips twitched slightly.

A unique fragrance from Xu YanRan filled Ling Fan’s nostrils, stimulating his sense of smell.

The unique fragrance was like an aphrodisiac, constantly teasing Ling Fan’s senses.

Ling Fan forced himself to suppress his body’s restlessness with sheer willpower. He could even feel Xu Yanran’s warm breath on his neck, causing his voice to tremble. He initially wanted to stand up immediately and tell Xu Yanran that this wasn’t appropriate.

But thinking about the gloom he had seen in Xu Yanran’s eyes earlier, Ling Fan lowered himself back into his seat.

Sigh, he’ll just let her be for today, and he needed to write about Xu YanRan’s state today in her lesson plan when he gets home tonight.

Ling Fan had lesson plans for both Su MoRan and Xu YanRan. While Su MoRan’s could be considered a proper lesson plan, what he had for Xu YanRan seemed more like an observation diary to him.

Ling Fan’s approach with Xu YanRan had always been to adapt his strategies based on her changing states and needs.

He forced himself to calm his mind and continued the lesson.

Xu YanRan naturally felt Ling Fan’s movements and had already planned to withdraw. Even she felt embarrassed by her actions, as her usual modesty as a girl had been completely cast aside.

As she was about to continue lingering, she noticed a subtle fragrance emanating from Ling Fan. This fragrance enveloped Ling Fan entirely.

Xu YanRan had often been close to Ling Fan and was familiar with his usual scent. Did he change shampoo?

But Xu YanRan quickly realised what the scent was—it wasn’t the smell of shampoo or body wash.

It was the scent of a girl’s room!

Ling Fan had spent the morning in that girl’s room, and he might have even stayed there overnight!

How could that be? Staying overnight seemed impossible. The girl’s family background suggested her parents wouldn’t have let Ling Fan stay in her room overnight. It couldn’t be true; it just couldn’t.

Xu Yanran desperately wanted to ask Ling Fan about it. He had said he wouldn’t lie to her—she wanted to ask him directly.

Would Ling Fan tell the truth? Would he be honest with her?

Being deceived was nothing new; she was accustomed to feeling hurt.

If Ling Fan had a special relationship with that girl, what should she do?

Should she distance herself from them, from Ling Fan?

It’s not something she could intervene. After all, Ling Fan was just her friend, wasn’t he?

No, I don’t care. It’s her who should stay away from Ling Fan, not me!

Ling Fan lied to me. He said he had other things to do this morning.

Who’s at fault?

It doesn’t matter who’s at fault. What matters is that Ling Fan might leave me.

What should I do?

Is the only warmth I have going to be taken away as well?

In that case,

I’ll keep Ling Fan here forever…

So he can always be with me.

At this moment, Xu YanRan could no longer hear what Ling Fan was saying.

Her rationality, which stopped her from confronting Ling Fan during the afternoon, was now overwhelmed by her pathological thoughts.

Now, Xu YanRan’s rationality was gradually being replaced by the voices in her head. Her once mesmerising eyes slowly lost their colour as she subconsciously snapped the plastic pen in her hand.

Unaware of her own actions, she brought the broken pen close to Ling Fan’s neck, its sharp, broken end aimed at his throat.

Ling Fan was focused on figuring out how to explain a difficult topic to Xu YanRan in a way she would understand.

Completely unaware of Xu YanRan’s actions.