I’m a Girl, He’s a Psycho, and This is Fine

Friday afternoon at Yingnan High was always the same.

The bell rang, the gates opened, and the exodus began.

Students packed up their designer bags, slipped into sports cars or waited for private drivers to pick them up. Laughter echoed through the hallways, plans for weekend outings and parties exchanged with careless ease.

Shi Mo watched it all from the dormitory window.

By evening, the campus had fallen quiet.

Only a handful of students remained behind—either due to long distances, family arrangements, or in Shi Mo and Fu Yunshen's case… no particular desire to leave.

Zhou Zhi, who usually stayed behind, had left this time.

"Can't miss grandma's birthday," he'd said, stuffing snacks into his suitcase. "And if I don't go, she'll think I've joined a gang."

Shi Mo chuckled at the memory. With him gone, the dorm room felt much quieter.

She glanced across the room.

Fu Yunshen sat on his bed, reading again.

Always quiet. Always composed.

She broke the silence. "Don't you go home on weekends?"

He looked up for a moment. "No."

"Why not?"

He didn't answer.

Shi Mo didn't press.

But she already knew.

Home wasn't a place of rest for people like them. It was just another battlefield.

As night fell, Shi Mo found herself wandering the empty hallways.

It was a strange feeling, seeing the school so deserted. The normally crowded classrooms stood silent in the dark. The buzz of life had disappeared, leaving behind stillness.

But there was something else too.

Something watching.

Lingering.