Chapter 129 – The Gloomy Yandere Top Student’s Little Deskmate

The Gloomy Yandere Top Student’s Little Deskmate (5)

Seeing that Song Yu had released his lower lip before it could break, Xu Xinghe withdrew her hand.

Song Yu was still sitting there in a daze, clearly not having processed what just happened.

Xu Xinghe sighed helplessly and reached to put Song Yu’s books into his cloth bag. But before her hand could even touch them, Song Yu flinched away.

He turned his head to the side, but the red tips of his ears betrayed his racing heart.

“Don’t… don’t touch. They’re dirty.” Song Yu’s voice was low and hoarse, and an unnatural flush still lingered on his exposed face.

Xu Xinghe didn’t listen to him. She assertively took the cloth bag from him, neatly packed his books inside, and handed it back.

“They’re not dirty. They’re very clean.” She was refuting what he said earlier, her eyes full of sincerity.

Song Yu clutched his cloth bag tightly, as if her scent still lingered on it.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xu Xinghe knew Song Yu still had to rush home. She put on her little bunny backpack.

“Song Yu, I’m going now.” A bright smile lit up her face. “See you this afternoon!” With that, she turned and walked out of the classroom.

Song Yu watched Xu Xinghe’s disappearing figure and instinctively wanted to reach out and stop her. Realizing what he was about to do, his heart pounded like thunder.

“Xing Xing…” He murmured her name under his breath, his eyes filled with a morbid obsession.

…

Shen Yao took leave and went home following her memory. Looking at the run-down old house before her, a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.

Once inside, she stared at the worn wooden door, the shabby furniture, and even a broken washing machine. Shen Yao couldn’t believe it.

Had her family always been this poor?

“Yao Yao, Mom bought your favorite chicken feet!”

Shen Yao snapped back to the present and went to the living room. She saw her mother with a greasy face and her father lounging on the sofa smoking.

Mother Shen noticed Shen Yao standing there dumbfounded and urged her in a low voice, “Go wash your hands. Time to eat.”

Shen Yao reluctantly went to wash her hands. When she finally sat down at the table, she got a clear look at today’s lunch.

Shredded potatoes, sliced potatoes, and a pitifully small plate of chicken feet, accompanied by a bowl of plain rice, not even a drop of soup. This was her lunch!

“Why is it all potatoes?” Shen Yao complained unhappily.

Mother Shen, still caring, picked up the biggest chicken foot and placed it in Shen Yao’s bowl. Shen Yao eyed the chopsticks used by her mother with disgust.

Her father was chewing noisily. Hearing her words, he snapped impatiently. “Eat it or don’t! Do you think you’re some kind of princess?”

How could Shen Yao bear this? How was she supposed to eat this garbage? She slammed her chopsticks down on the spot and retreated to her room.

“Who are you slamming your chopsticks at!” Her father yelled after her, sending spit flying everywhere.

Shen Yao curled up on her tiny, cramped bed and rummaged through her wardrobe. It contained only a pitiful number of clothes.

She looked down at her faded and washed-out school uniform and finally understood that she was truly poor now.

But then she remembered that Song Yu was just as poor, and she felt a strange sense of relief. The current Song Yu was nowhere near the billionaire he had been in her previous life.

He was now just a poor, gloomy fool who buried himself in books all day.

She would never get involved with him again in this life. Even if she was poor now, she believed she could soon return to that luxurious lifestyle.

And the first thing she needed to do was win over Ye Chenfeng, the man who had loved her silently her entire previous life.

As for studying, she was confident that with the knowledge from her previous life, she could easily ace everything.

So Shen Yao began drafting her plan to pursue her husband, hunched over her desk with excitement, scribbling away.

In her mind, she could already picture what her and Ye Chenfeng’s children would look like.