The Taming of the Yandere Volume 1 Chapter 7

Our school cla.s.ses are divided in three groups: Honors, Advanced, and Regular.

In the first week of school, the entire Year 1 is given an entrance test. The school arranges all students into cla.s.ses ABCDEF, according to our scores. An experienced professor was a.s.signed to each cla.s.s as homeroom teacher.

Honors A and B's homeroom teacher was the a.s.sistant Head of Year 1. Advanced C and D's was a Department Head, and the Regular E and F's was a normal, but above-average teacher.

Shiyi High claims that all cla.s.ses are equally funded, and that they don't prefer any cla.s.s in particular.

But in reality, not only do the teachers drastically vary in quality for each cla.s.s, even the exams are different for each division.

Naturally, Jiang Muqing was in Cla.s.s A. And I was in the school's rock-bottom Cla.s.s F.

Education officials were extremely skeptic of this layout. They thought that all students' cla.s.ses should be equally broken down, so that it was more just and fair. The media criticized our school often.

However, our school princ.i.p.al always shuts them up with the same line:

"Why should we sell gemstones and pebbles in the same pile?"

The compet.i.tion in the higher cla.s.ses was completely insane. Everyone was on edge 24-7, and were always wary of people trying to surpa.s.s them. At the same time, they strived their hardest to outpace the students above them. That group of people were constantly under enormous pressure.

Someone with Guotong's mentality, could never be at a place like that.

If he were to study hard every single day, with his skills, he'll enter Cla.s.s A in no time. But he chooses not to, and has his own reason.

He simply couldn't endure that strange atmosphere.

If Guotong were to sleep in cla.s.s every day, he'll definitely be treated as a freak, and become really lonely.

Of course, there are people who don't think that way. Like me.

To others, Cla.s.s A may seem like h.e.l.l. But to me, who's been working hard his whole life, that place would be heaven.

A foot in a top high school equals a foot in college. A foot in Advanced Cla.s.s equals the second foot, stepping into the gates of university.

I stood by Cla.s.s A's homeroom, observing.

If I could see her sitting safely at her desk, I'll be satisfied. I could let go of my darkest fear.

But I couldn't see Jiang Muqing at all. However, the first seat at the first row was empty.

I felt a chill down my back.

Right now, everyone should be studying ardently before cla.s.s started. But no one in Cla.s.s A even touched their books.

Most of the girls leaned on their desks, some weeping quietly.

The guys' heads were lowered, and didn't say anything. Some stared at the wall absentmindedly.

The atmosphere was queer and bizarre.

The homeroom teacher, Year 1's a.s.sistant Princ.i.p.al, strode into the room with a serious look. His deep voice blackened the mood further.

"Even though she wasn't in this school for long, we all have a personal connection to Cla.s.smate Jiang Muqing. She studied in Cla.s.s A along with everyone else, and is a member of our Cla.s.s A family…."

"…. She unfortunately pa.s.sed away last night, and the school has contacted her parents. However short time she was with us all in this cla.s.s, I know that all of us had already sown the seeds of friendship in her heart."

"I plead for all of us to remember the days she was in Cla.s.s A."

Then, the a.s.sistant Head relaxed his tightly-knit brows.

"Alright, now everyone please open your textbooks, and flip to page 134. Last cla.s.s, we discussed…."

The students stowed their emotions, and cracked their books.

Everyone returned to their normal statures. They listened to the teacher in focus, gripping their pencils and notes. Each of them gave their utmost attention to the blackboard, not leaving out a single word uttered by the professor.

It was as if nothing happened. It was as if n.o.body sat at the desk before, as if Jiang Muqing never existed.

Their fates had broken away from Jiang Muqing with a simple snap by the a.s.sistant Head. They looked flawless, unmoved.

I believe that their mouths will never utter Jiang Muqing's name ever again.

Because n.o.body could have possibly formed bonds with her.

Cla.s.smate, pupil, friend…. lover?

Could relationships really be so slim and delicate?

Everyone is like a pebble in the sea. n.o.body will care whether you've washed on sh.o.r.e, easing in the warm sunlight, or sunk to the bottom, into the infinite darkness.

Gla.s.s is a perfect example. They aren't anything but dull grains of sand at the beginning. But if they all bond together, they would form the most beautiful, translucent structures.

If these people would have shown a bit more care towards Jiang Muqing, she wouldn't have died.

But of course, I was held liable as well.

"Liar…. I…. Clearly don't have any hope left for this world…."

She pleaded to me, tears streaming down her face.

The sentence echoed in my brain.

Her outstretched arms, sinking into the earth, was slapped away by my ignorance.

Jesus, I shouldn't have said anything, I should've just hugged her!

All she probably wanted was just a hug!

"What the f.u.c.k did I do!"

I punched the wall in remorse.

Looks like I'm the real culprit here….

"Ring ring ring—"

The bell signaled that the first period was starting.

My body lost all strength. I felt weightless.

I stumbled towards my cla.s.s' wooden door. But after a few steps, I collapsed. Writhing frantically, I tried to get up, but my limbs wouldn't listen to my commands.

My head hurts so much.

Is it because of my blanket?

I wanted to die of heat.

Did I forget to turn on the AC?

I opened my eyes. My bedroom was eerily quiet.

My back was incredibly stiff, and I only managed to sit up after a minute of fidgeting.

"Sleep paralysis?"

I exhaled, leaning against the wall.

How long did I sleep?

My alarm clock showed it was only 5 AM. There was still a while before school started, but I didn't even think of going back to bed.

I took a cold shower, rinsing the sweat from my body. Then, I walked in the kitchen, and ate some toast along with last night's leftovers.

Was that really a dream?

How did it feel so real?

In my memory, it was as if it just happened.

My addled mind only wanted to confirm one thing.

"Jiang Muqing, don't do anything rash. Please, I beg you!"