What's Wrong with Being Yandere? She Loves Me

Su Yintang had hated his name ever since he was little. Why did a boy have to have such a girly name? On the day of class introductions, the whole room burst out laughing. He lowered his head, not hearing a single word of that lesson. “Mom, I want to change my name.” “Change it? Your name was chosen by a master! You think changing your name is that easy?” “Dad...” “Don’t ask me.” Su Yintang returned to his room in silence. It was always like this. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring out the window. At school, his poor grades drew criticism from teachers and classmates. At home, his parents blamed him. He didn’t understand. They had said he didn’t need to push himself so hard. Yet the very same hands kept shoving him into the abyss. He didn’t understand. They had said they loved him more than anything. Yet their love was mixed with hatred, and their hatred wrapped in guilt. All tangled together. Impossible to explain, impossible to swallow. He didn’t understand his father’s strange need to control him. Nor his mother’s pretense of not hearing, her hypocritical act. Yet he was grateful, too. Sometimes his father would fool around with him, and sometimes his mother could be unbelievably gentle. They seemed to wear a bizarre mask, constantly changing faces. He learned to play along, too. The sorrow of his family left him utterly despondent. That was, until he met the benefactor of his life. “Want to be my chef?” the girl asked, her smile radiant. The boy nodded firmly. “Yes!” Their fates became intertwined. Years later, on a night of faint light: “Headstrong and unrestrained, a young man flies beneath the sun with wings at his sides. A mighty wind carries him straight through the blue clouds. He borrows no brilliance from the world below. Please welcome the nation’s outstanding entrepreneur, the uncrowned king of AI, a prodigy of his generation, Su Yintang!”