Chapter 36: The First Signs of a Yandere

“Thank you, Uncle Zhang.”

“I’ve figured a lot of things out. Maybe I was just being too sensitive.”

After a session of psychological counseling, the young man’s mood had clearly improved. At least he was no longer纠结 about whether his sexual orientation was normal.

After Qin Liang finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave the counseling room.

Just as he was about to step out the door, he suddenly turned back and looked at the man in gold-rimmed glasses sitting in the chair, adding, “By the way, Uncle Zhang, this matter… don’t tell my parents.”

“No problem.”

Zhang Junfang nodded.

Protecting the privacy of patients was the professional code of conduct in their line of work.

After Qin Liang left and his figure had completely disappeared from view, Zhang Junfang picked up a cup of herbal tea, took a light sip, and sighed inwardly.

‘Tsk~ young people these days.’

“Teacher, teacher, this is the big brother we met when we were sunbathing last time. He even fed us chicken legs when we were in Wanqing. I didn’t expect to meet him at this school.”

At this moment, a cute little shota wearing a blue and white striped robe and an oversized baseball cap ran over, holding a tablet. He looked up at Zhang Junfang, his small nose sniffing the air.

“But this big brother always has an ominous aura, as if he’s about to die.”

“By the way, teacher.”

“Is Big Brother Zhou coming to this school to give a lecture recently?”

The little shota pulled out a tablet from somewhere and clicked on the “Warmly Welcome Professor Zhou” message pinned at the top of the college Tieba.

Seeing his little darling’s hesitant look, Zhang Junfang squatted down, rubbed the little shota’s head, and asked in a gentle voice, “What’s wrong? Is something on your mind?”

“I lost the fountain pen that Big Brother Zhou gave me last time.”

Little shota Yan Qing’s eyes darted around.

“I don’t know what happened. After I gave the kittens to the big brothers and sisters that day, I found it was gone.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“It’s okay. That guy surnamed Zhou may not have good character or morals, but he’s not that petty.”

Zhang Junfang rubbed the little shota’s head again.

“If he bullies you, just call your Sister Su.”

“Every evil dragon has a Taoist to deal with it.”

Night, dorm room 812.

After playing with the cat and washing up, he got into bed, set up his small table, and Qin Liang held the gold-patterned fountain pen, starting today’s diary entry.

Before the nib had even touched the paper, the metal body of the pen suddenly trembled, as if in fear of something.

The young man rubbed his eyes and looked again.

The fountain pen lay quietly in his palm. There was no vibration at all, as if it had just been his imagination.

“Was the alcohol that strong that night? It still hasn’t worn off.”

Qin Liang muttered to himself, thinking he was hallucinating again.

The nib touched the paper, but no ink came out. He simply switched to a ballpoint pen.

—I went to see a psychologist. My sexual orientation is normal. At least in terms of aesthetics, I still like fair skin, beautiful features, and long legs, with a curvy figure.

—Perhaps it’s because Ah Le often takes care of me, which has led to me developing feelings for him. Just as Uncle Zhang said, adolescent boys and girls often mistake so-called goodwill for budding love.

—18 years old, I guess I’m still in my adolescence.

After finishing his diary, he packed up his small table, turned off the lights, and went to sleep.

And at this time, on the lower bunk, hearing the strange noise from the upper bunk, Tang Yunle quickly covered himself with the blanket and silently counted to three in his heart.

Three, two, one.

—His consciousness instantly sank into chaos. When he opened his eyes again, a white coat had already wrapped around his slender body, and the smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils.

During this time, she had transformed into a time management master. During the day, the two accounts “Kele” and “Baishi” took turns to build up goodwill and provide emotional value.

At night, she would enter the dream world and transform into a considerate nurse big sister to comfort and amuse little Qin Liang. She was practically working twenty-four hours a day, a model worker among the working class!

Of course, all this had its rewards. For example, she had learned a lot about Qin Liang’s hobbies, dislikes, and aesthetic concepts. When providing emotional value in the online world, she could max out this aspect, which led to him giving her a lot of money each time, almost to the point of overflowing.

And there was a hidden benefit to crazily building up goodwill in the dream world. In Tang Yunke’s words: the higher the goodwill in the dream world, the higher the initial goodwill in the real world. He would also be closer to you, find you more pleasing to the eye, and be more likely to develop feelings for you. It was just short of writing “he will fall in love with you” on her face.

Tang Yunle had no interest in so-called love. Her eyes were only filled with a desire for money!

The mottled white walls, the dripping IV bag, the familiar hospital room scene unfolded before her eyes.

The little shota with ice-blue eyes was quietly at the head of the bed, his head lowered, his calves dangling, and for once, he wasn’t crying.

When Tang Yunle, dressed in a nurse’s uniform, appeared, little Qin Liang immediately looked up and greeted her, “Nurse sister, you’re here.”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“Where does little Qin want to go play today?”

Tang Yunle smiled and walked closer, sitting on the hospital bed. She directly picked up little Qin Liang, let him sit on her lap, and then pressed him against her chest, as if holding a large orange cat.

Little Qin Liang symbolically wriggled twice, then obediently snuggled into the big sister’s arms, his cheek against her large, fragrant chest, smelling that familiar, reassuring, and endearing light lemon scent.

He didn’t speak, and Tang Yunle didn’t speak either. She waited for him, a tacit understanding developed over many dreams.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later that a tender but wronged and fearful childish voice sounded.

“Big sister, I’m going to have surgery.”

“I overheard my mom and dad talking to the other doctor big brothers. If I don’t have a big surgery, I won’t live for more than three months. If this surgery is successful, I’ll be able to go back to school and attend classes normally for the next three years.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Tang Yunle was confused.

“But the surgery only has a fifty percent success rate. I’m so scared…” Little Qin Liang buried his head in Tang Yunle’s towering, snow-white chest, his voice choked with tears.

“I’m so scared I won’t wake up. I’m so scared I’ll never see my mom and dad again. I’m so scared I won’t see my big brother again. I’m so scared I won’t be able to eat braised chicken rice and lemonade again…”

He choked and raised his tear-stained eyelashes. “And I won’t be able to see nurse sister anymore.”

“Wuwuwu~~ wuwuwu~~”

“I really want to continue walking with you in this world. I don’t want to say goodbye~~”

The sound of crying echoed in the small hospital room.

Faced with death, who can face it calmly, let alone an eight or nine-year-old child.

Tang Yunle didn’t know how to comfort him. Although she knew the surgery would be successful—the Qin Liang who was currently in college was the best proof—any verbal comfort seemed pale and weak at this moment.

She could only tighten her embrace, letting the little boy’s tears soak her clothes, feeling his slender body tremble in fear, and listening to him vent his emotions.

After an unknown amount of time, the sobbing gradually subsided.

Little Qin Liang raised his tear-streaked little face, his ice-blue eyes flashing in the dim light. “Big sister, I remember you used to tell me stories. The underworld exists, right? A lot of people go there after they die.”

Although she didn’t want to lie, out of a white lie, Tang Yunle nodded with difficulty, considered as agreeing with this statement.

“I heard that the emperors in ancient times would build huge tombs for themselves and bury a lot of things with them, so that they wouldn’t be lonely and would have company even in the underworld.”

“If I go there…”

Little Qin Liang suddenly grabbed Tang Yunle’s hand, his fingertips cold, his gaze full of longing. “Nurse sister, do you like me?”

“I do. Little Qin Liang is so cute, who wouldn’t like you?”

“I also like nurse sister. I like it when nurse sister takes me out to play. I like the reassuring smell on nurse sister.”

The little boy pressed his face against her chest. He looked up and met Tang Yunle’s gaze, his ice-blue eyes filled with an almost fervent dependence.

“Nurse sister, can you die? I’m so scared that if I die, I’ll be very lonely in the underworld.”

“I really want nurse sister to be with me forever.”