The Taming of the Yandere Volume 1 Chapter 6
Nov 15, 2017
Chapter 6: Soy Sauce and Vinegar
My room was silent, and my bed was comfy. But my mind was a shitstorm.
I tossed and turned, but I couldnât fall asleep.
My head was filled with the girlâs expression. Who wouldnât worry after something like that?
âWas her name Jiang Muqing?â
My brain couldnât stop spinning.
âŚ..
From a young age, Iâve always been a pessimist.
It didnât matter what was happening; I always thought in the wrong direction.
But I donât think this is a weakness.
If I prepare for the worst, I would never be disappointed. I wonât be discouraged from trying harder, and my results would never be in my expectations.
In elementary school *, my teacher asked us to form sentences using âflowersâ, âbirdsâ, âgrassâ, and âdogsâ.
*also known as primary school. Grades 1-6.
My classmates excitedly made the most jovial sentences they could think of.
âThe flowers bloomed pleasantly.â
âThe grass sprouted fervently.â
âThe birds chirped happily.â
âThe dogs rolled in delight.â
I, a little kid, scrunched my eyebrows, and thought deeply. I remembered the scientific documentaries I watched on television, and how everything eventually comes down to a gloomy end.
So I lifted my pen, and wrote:
âThe flowers died, the grass died, the birds died, and the little dogs died too.â
That was how depressing I was. In my little heart, I had already discerned a blurred truth of the real world.
However, I received an even more depressing response from the teacher:
âLu Fan, donât cheat on your classwork! Redo your classwork!â
Hmph, ridiculous humans.
I thought as I wrote new âlifelikeâ and âcheerfulâ sentences.
âŚ..
My real name is Lu Fan, and not the girlâs âFan Luâ.
What kind of parents would name their boy such a feminine name?
âLuâ * is the ancient term for jade. In modern times, it would only serve to describe beautiful women.
*Another Chinese lesson for you readers: As you probably already know, Chinese words can sound the same phonetically, but mean completely different things. Our Lu Fanâs name is written as âéĺĄâ. The fake name he gave to the police was Fan Lu, as he wrote, âć¨çâ. Completely different meanings, completely identical sounds. The feminine âLuâ he refers to is ç.
It was only a month ago when I saved that girl from 16 floors high. To satisfy the authorities, I flipped my name backwards for them to record.
I couldnât imagine how I was still found. For me, it was a surreal experience.
Everything started flowing back into my mindâŚ.
âI never thought I would see you here. Itâs a strange coincidence that we attend the same high school.â I tilted my head, and smiled halfheartedly at the intoxicated girl.
The girl looked at me, but didnât talk. She just gazed at me silently.
âIs there something on my face?â
I wondered aloud, and wiped the sweat on my cheek.
The girl shook her head with a light smile.
âAre you alright now? Your friends and family mustâve talked with you.â
My hair stood on end as she kept on staring. My face was frozen in an expression of assurance.
I was not familiar at all towards these types of situations.
âItâs not because of them.â
As soon as I mentioned family, the girlâs smile vanished, replaced with a cold, indifferent glare.
Her state right nowâŚ.
Is it because of sheâs confused of what I said that time?
After all, she said all that to a complete stranger. If she truly believed it, it would be a dire situationâŚ.
I realized she was getting a little unhappy.
âDonât worry about that! What I said that day, was completely insane! I wonât tell anyone, Iâve long since forgotten it!â
I said in a light fashion, trying to distract her.
But when I said those words, the girlâs cheerful smile disappeared.
ââŚ.â
She seemed to collect her thoughts, and paused for a few moments. She asked,
âDo you care about me?â
âThese types of things, should really be handled by friends and family. Weâve only met once, after all.â
I was a little uncomfortable.
âDo you like me?â
She asked.
âYou know, what happened a month ago should really be treated of as a random encounter. Even if thereâs some slight, favorable emotions, it shouldnât be thought of as like like.â
I felt that some awkwardness was starting to grow upon us.
âDo you love me?â
Her tone became heavy.
âAs relatives have blood-bonds, and lovers have soul-bonds, we both still are strangers to each other. To you, I should be no more than a good Samaritan.â
I smiled, trying to make the atmosphere less awkward.
The shoujo bit her lip tightly. In such a lively summer afternoon, her face staled like a wilted flower.
She ground her teeth angrily. Her legs started to shake.
âWould you be my boyfriend?â
The girlâs voice lowered even deeper. Her eyes started to tear up, and grow red around the rims.
âFor high school students, academics should be the first priority. Is there truly a reason for romance at this point in our lives? Besides wasting precious study time, itâs does nothing to us at all. Classmate, as the model student, you should know this better than anyone else.â
I didnât understand. Why would such words come from her lips?
A shining tear dropped from the edge of her eye. It streaked across her cheek, and dripped down her neck.
I was taken back.
She was crying?!
Why would she do that?
What did I do wrong?
âWhy did you promise me, then?â
She looked at me with bloodshot eyes, demanding hysterically.
âIt was just to calm you down. Donât worry about it, I wonât say a word to anyone. Please donât be like this.â
The girlâs ear-splitting shrieks attracted the attention of nearby students. Some people already started walking curiously in our direction. No matter who was right or wrong, the crime of making a girl cry will definitely be placed on my shoulders.
âClassmate, are you alright?â
I reached over, wanting to comfort her somehow.
âFan Lu, why did you even say those words? I clearly alreadyâŚ.â
She angrily slapped my hand away.
âIf someone was in danger, anyone would offer a helping hand. It doesnât matter if their name is Fan Lu, or Lu Fan.â I heightened my voice, looking at her earnestly.
No matter what, I did a good deed, didnât I?
I wouldnât have minded if she didnât thank me. But why would she be like this towards me?
I was utterly baffled.
âLu Fan? No wonder, I couldnât find you for agesâŚ. LiarâŚ. Even your nameâŚ.â
She muttered to herself with empty eyes. Compared to the gentle, confident student she was on stage, this was like a completely different person.
âClassmate?â
Her words only worsened my ailing brain.
âGo away!â
She pushed me back, and ran like a madman. She ran headfirst into a glass door, and kept sprinting through the campus.
I was left alone, scratching my head in confusion.
Afterwards, I warily checked her background.
Jiang Muqing.
Not too long ago, she was the #1 at our rival school: Shier High.
Shier Highâs conditions paled in comparison to ours, Shiyi High. However, they had the most threatening weapon against our exam scores- Jiang Muqing.
Her grades were excellent, catching the attention of my Shiyi High, the best in the state.
From elementary to high school, she was permanently #1, winning various nation-wide competitions, receiving countless prizes.
Her downfall was at the middle school final exams, where her scores suddenly dropped to the bare minimum of Shier High, and had no choice but to enter it.
In high school, however, she was still scored at the top.
Shier High was overjoyed to find such a diamond in the rough, indubitably attracting the attention of Shiyi High.
Since the quota for the nationâs top universities are extremely scarce, Shiyi would never allow other schools to steal their glory.
I didnât know what my school did, but they somehow snatched Jiang Muqing from the Shier Highâs hungry jaws.
She only transferred to our school a short while ago. Even the privilege of the pre-finals assembly, designated for our top student, Classmate Wang, was given to Jiang Muqing, who didnât even take our midterm exams.
What was the purpose of this? Showing off to Shier?
No matter who, any hardworking student who fights for the honor of our school will be rewarded greatly. This is supposed to be the iron law of Shiyi High.
Besides that, she had another insignificant identityâthe girl I saved from 16 floors up.
She must be insane. To be fought over by two famous schools wouldnât appear in my wildest dreams. What was she thinking, why would she want to kill herself?
My head spun, and my hands slowly stopped stirring.
âFan, is dinner ready yet?â
My mother called from the living room.
âYeah, almost.â
I quickly resumed frying the cabbage.
Once I was all finished, Mom ran into the kitchen, hungry as a tiger.
Dinner was chilled cucumbers and bamboo, stir-fried cabbage, a big pot of sweet-bean soup, and a cooker full of rice.
The vegetables were finely chopped. The cabbage was crisp and fresh, and the delicious smell of sweet-beans and rice filled the house. I looked upon my dishes in approval. This food was perfect for the young summer.
âNo meat again? Fan, what did you do with your shopping money?â
Mom looked at our dinner sadly.
âEating meat in the summer isnât good for you. And didnât you mention losing weight earlier this week?â
I reminded her, exasperated.
âOh, thatâs right. If you didnât mention it, I would have forgotten completely.â
She started eating in an aggressive manner.
Mom turned in her final drafts a few days ago. Since then, sheâs been letting loose, and sleeping to her heartâs content. The dark circles around her eyes were fading quickly.
âFan, the Dragon Boat Festival* is coming soon. How about we take a little vacation?â
*The Dragon Boat Festival, or 獯ĺč, is a national holiday celebrating the late poet Qu Yuan. Most schools let the day off. Look it up online.
âI still have cram school and homework, Mom. Finals are coming up, and theyâre going to divide us into new classes based on our test scores.â
âFan, youâre such a good son. Ever since you started high school, I doesnât have to worry about your studies anymore. But you should still take a break sometimes.â
My mother ruffled my hair.
âDonât treat me like a kid, Mom.â
While we ate, the television blared with news:
âAccording to our reporters, a female corpse was discovered near the lake at Peopleâs Park this morning. The city police department has begun investigating. The coronary department has stated that the female is a 16-17-year-old girl. The cause of death is still under investigationâŚ.â
ââŚ.â
My heart skipped a beat.
âWhatâs wrong, little Fan?â
My mother seemed to sense something was wrong.
âIâm fine.â
I jolted forward.
âIs it heat stroke? Fan, youâre not behaving normally, what happened to your faceâŚ.â
My mother patted my bruise worriedly.
âMom, I might have done something terrible.â
For some reason, my nose started burning and I wanted to cry.
My chest felt like it was hit by a sledgehammer. I could barely breathe.
âDid you accidentally put vinegar instead of soy sauce? Donât worry, it still tastes good sweet and sour.â
My mother pinched some cabbage with her chopsticks, and laughed in ignorance.