1.
My roommate is the legendary school grass.
It's the kind of thing that was born with the aura of Mary Sue and screamed wherever he went. We were unfortunately in the same class in high school, and we were still unlucky at the same table. The girls stuffed him with gifts and love letters that filled the desk. Put them all here again.
Very disturbing, so I hate him.
He also has a very brainless nickname, the "Prince of Iceberg", I was shocked when I heard it, goosebumps fell to the ground and could circle the earth three times.
When college started and he ran into him on campus, I felt something was wrong.
When I met in the bedroom, my eyes went black.
But no matter how unacceptable it is, you still have to learn.
He is the youngest in the dormitory, but everyone calls him the eldest, because following him can be watched by many girls, and many girls will invite him to dinner.
I was the only one who scoffed at that.
I am not jealous of his face and popularity, I just firmly believe that talent is the ladder of progress in life.
What can a face do? Can you swipe your card? Can I get a scholarship? Can you get first in the class
I involuntarily complained.
The bald head on the slanted upper bunk drilled out of the round head and looked embarrassed: "The third one, the face can really swipe the card..."
Wherever the school grass goes, there are people who want to give him a free bill.
"You can still win a scholarship..."
Oh, I got a first-class scholarship last semester.
"I can still take the first place in the class..."
enough.
Oh shit.
2.
The school grass hates me too.
I guess when he found out that I was also his roommate, he had already started a series of curses in his heart with a sullen face.
Eighty percent of this kid still wants to beat me.
This conclusion was discovered by my careful observation, otherwise I would not know what happened when I was beaten.
When I went out for dinner in the dormitory, the school grass always peeked at me, and then pretended to be considerate and handed me a tissue.
Otherwise, if you are walking on the road, if there is nowhere to hit me, grab my hand.
I just pinch back.
He squinted at me, his eyes strange, I guess it was contempt, he didn't fight back.
I was so angry that I added strength, but he smiled.
Laugh at your dad.
The north is a public bathhouse, with bare chests and big dicks all over Rome.
Often when I rub, I feel like someone is staring at me from behind.
I turned my head quickly, and I was able to meet the school grass's gaze.
This girl has fire in her eyes, obviously trying to beat me up.
This time, I didn't pretend that I didn't see it. I stared back blankly, and looked at him for ten minutes. I already thought of punching and kicking him, kicking him to the ground and watching him cry. .
The school grass suddenly smiled in my indifferent eyes, and then walked over.
I took a defensive stance.
He looked down at me: "Want to take a bath?"
Me: "...No, no, no."
Oh, sly man.
Don't think I don't know what you're thinking.
4.
After I guessed that the school draft was plotting against me, I searched for a lot of similar examples on the Internet.
The more you look, the more terrifying.
Killing with a knife, dismembering, poisoning, hiding needles...
It doesn't seem like the school grass will do it.
So in order to warn him and let him understand that I already knew his tricks, I went downstairs and bought a pound of mangoes that he hated the most, and deliberately threw him two.
The school grass took the mango with complicated eyes.
I returned to my seat contentedly and sat down, ready to start writing my thesis.
Who knew that the school grass actually ate the mango.
Who knew this guy was allergic to mango.
At night, when he started to vomit, I hadn't reacted. The second and fourth went out. He threw up weakly, fell on top of me, hugged my shoulders, and whispered, "I seem to be allergic to mango..."
He was talking next to my ear, all the heat sprayed into my ear, it made me shudder, and I was even more terrified by his words. In an instant, countless cases of allergy deaths flashed through my mind, and my hair stood on end. Run downstairs.
On the way to the hospital in a taxi, the school grass was holding my neck tightly, laughing heartlessly.
My guilt was mixed with mixed feelings about strangling him.