Living With My Yandere Professor Chapter 4: Split Personality

In the living room of the rental house, Andrew sat on a chair, thinking about how to apologize to Scarlett.

He even checked online, but the results were all useless nonsense.

For example: [Make the girl believe that you already empathize with her grievances.]

Would Scarlett feel aggrieved? Obviously not; she would only respond with two big slaps across the face!

"I’m not looking anymore, it’s all nonsense as expected. Only a big idiot like Ethan would believe this."

Andrew exited the browser, propping his head with one hand as he recalled how he used to apologize to Catherine.

Catherine liked drinking milk tea. Every ti Andrew wanted to make her happy, he’d give her a cup of milk tea and let her rub his head for an entire afternoon, and her anger would dissipate.

But he didn’t know Scarlett’s preferences. Blindly giving gifts might backfire and make her even more unhappy.

"What should I do?"

Andrew frowned in thought, then suddenly had a brainwave and ca up with a plan!

"If I check her Monts and updates, I should be able to find out what she likes."

Andrew imdiately opened the class group. All his course instructors were there, and he quickly found Scarlett’s Talkup. (Software like Whatsapp and Facebook.)

Upon clicking her profile picture, Andrew was dumbfounded.

[The other party’s Monts are only visible to friends.]

"Maybe I should try adding her as a friend. We are shared-rent roommates after all, so adding her should be fine."

Andrew tried to add her, but as soon as he clicked, a pop-up window instantly appeared.

[The other party has declined friend requests.]

This was clearly an automatic rejection of friend requests.

"..."

Well, it’s completely over now.

Andrew rubbed his head, wondering if there was any other way. After all, he still had to sleep in this apartnt with Scarlett tonight.

If he didn’t get Scarlett’s forgiveness, he wouldn’t even dare to sleep, fearing he might suddenly be stabbed in the middle of the night.

Maybe he should just sleep on the street; a park bench felt like a good option too.

As he thought, perhaps from overthinking or being too tired from today’s journey, Andrew fell asleep in the living room with his head propped up.

When Scarlett returned in the evening, she saw Andrew fast asleep, slumped over the table as soon as she opened the door.

Scarlett looked at Andrew, tilting her head slightly in confusion, "Why isn’t this Little Thing going to bed? Why sleep in the living room? Does he have so special fetish?"

She walked over to Andrew, sat down, and sized up this unexpected roommate.

Since Scarlett arrived in Blackthorn City, she had always lived in this well-decorated two-bedroom apartnt and never planned on sharing it, as she wasn’t short on money.

If her ntor Alexa hadn’t asked her to look after Andrew, she would never have agreed to let soone else live with her.

Looking at the sleeping Andrew, Scarlett thought to herself, "This Little Fellow is quite unique. No wonder Suzanne specifically introduced him."

Suddenly, Andrew’s phone alarm went off, making him open his eyes dizzily.

"How did I fall asleep?"

Andrew murmured unclearly, then imdiately rubbed his head to try and wake himself up.

This alarm was set when he ca back at noon, specifically to remind him of the ti Scarlett returned from work.

"Scarlett is coming back soon, I need to quickly think of a way to apologize to her."

Andrew rubbed his head while reaching out to grab his phone to turn off the alarm.

Suddenly, he touched sothing cool. The sensation was very comfortable, delicate and tender, making him instinctively squeeze it.

But in the next mont, Andrew realized sothing was wrong, this wasn’t a phone, so he whipped his head around.

Oh!!!

A glance that felt like an eternity!!!

No, it was a glance that saw his own doom.

He was actually grabbing Scarlett’s arm and had even squeezed it!

What was the difference between this and touching a tigress’s backside?

Andrew retracted his hand like lightning and jumped up from his chair, staring at Scarlett with wide, terrified eyes.

"When did you get back?"

"Just a mont ago."

Compared to Andrew’s violent reaction, Scarlett’s answer was very calm.

Andrew’s mind was a ss; his left brain wanted to run, while his right brain wanted to keep asking questions.

Eventually, his survival instinct took over. Andrew bowed deeply to Scarlett, apologizing in what he felt was the most sincere manner.

"Teacher Scarlett, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken out of turn at noon."

Sitting on the chair, Scarlett was montarily stunned by this sudden apology, her usually calm face showing a hint of hesitation.

"You don’t need to apologize. I wasn’t angry."

"Huh???"

Andrew was confused. He looked up at Scarlett, and the mont he t her cold gaze, he quickly lowered his head again, maintaining his apologetic posture.

Scarlett was puzzled by Andrew’s behavior, "Am I that scary? Why do you seem so afraid of ?"

Are you not scary? Don’t you know yourself?

Andrew thought to himself but repeatedly denied it aloud, "No, no."

"Then why do you keep bowing and lowering your head?"

"I did sothing wrong, and now I’m apologizing to you."

Scarlett couldn’t help but let a smile tug at the corners of her mouth. He really is just a kid. Even his apology is like a child’s, though his attitude is quite sincere.

He’s a well-behaved child.

"Fine, now I’m telling you to lift your head."

"Oh."

Andrew obediently raised his head.

Scarlett leaned back in her chair and lifted her right leg.

Andrew thought she was going to kick him and instinctively took a step back.

Then he saw that Scarlett was just crossing her right leg over her left, realizing it was a false alarm.

But this also made Scarlett very confused. She didn’t know why Andrew was so afraid of her. She asked, but he wouldn’t say, which was strange.

Logically, she and Andrew shouldn’t be well-acquainted. During that sester of substitute teaching in high school, Scarlett had hardly spoken to Andrew.

Seeing that Scarlett’s expression was calm and she remained silent, just looking at him, Andrew asked in a small voice.

"Tea... Teacher Scarlett, are you really not angry?"

"No."

"Then did you not hear what I said on the phone at noon?"

"I heard it."

Hearing this, Andrew’s heart went cold, but Scarlett’s next words ward it up again.

"However, you were clearly a bit lightheaded from the heat at the ti, so I didn’t take it to heart. You don’t need to worry about it."

In fact, what Andrew said ant nothing to Scarlett. Having grown up, everyone gets gossiped about behind their back, especially a beautiful and aloof woman like her.

Hearing Scarlett’s answer, Andrew’s nervous and apprehensive mood lessened significantly, "Thank you for your forgiveness, Teacher Scarlett."

Scarlett didn’t respond but stood up and walked toward the study.

"I still have so work to finish, so I’ll be busy studying for a while. You can take a shower now; you still have a class eting at school tonight."

"Oh."

Andrew stood there, watching Scarlett enter the study, his mind filled with confusion.

Why was Scarlett different from before?

Could she have a split personality disorder?