This story illustrates how toxic relationships can lead to devastating consequences when one person manipulates another through excessive praise and flattery, causing the victim to lose self-awareness and make poor decisions. The protagonist, after being reborn, learns to recognize manipulative patterns and ultimately helps her roommate avoid a tragic fate, demonstrating that critical thinking and healthy boundaries are essential for personal well-being.
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Reborn,I Let My Rich Roommate Shamed Me for My Poverty,Then Praised Her Straight into Debt And RuinAjouté :
My roommate, who gets along best with me, is the eldest daughter of a wealthy family. When I ordered a tenu on takeout meal, she criticized me for not considering my parents and spending so much on food because I didn't set an alarm. I missed a one-scent red envelope in the off-c campus fruit group chat.
She said, "I spend money recklessly and don't know how to be considerate of my parents." During a phone argument with my boyfriend, I got so angry that I blurted out, "If I had known you were like this, I should have let her have you back then." She said that as my good friend, she would monitor my every word and action and would never allow me to behave like a bad kid in the slightest throughout my four years of college. I became, in her words, a gossiploving, promiscuous, unsophisticated country bumpkin and an unfil daughter. After jumping from the seventh floor, I found myself back on the day she had just returned to the dormatory from her boyfriend's house. I took out the halfeaten takeout from lunch and placed it in a small pot to heat up. My roommate, Jongqing, suddenly started arguing with someone on the phone. Are you out of your mind? You bought a $6 skin without even discussing it with me. You're always so stingy when I ask you to buy me a lipstick. You're unbelievable. Her voice was so loud that it drowned out the sizzling sound of the oil in the small pot in front of me. Damn it. If I had known this idiot was like this, I should have just let you have him back then. Yiongqing threw her phone onto the bed, walked over to me, and agreed. See, I told you your family's situation isn't good. And even the cheapest takeout, you have to split into two meals. The foul smell from her body grew stronger at the tip of my nose, and I couldn't help but frown. Don't forget to set the alarm for 5:30 p.m. You need to be quick to grab that red envelope. She reminded me with concern, bending down to open my drawer and taking out a roll of trash bags. Why did you buy so many trash bags again?
They're not free. I really don't know how your parents raised you, spending money so recklessly. Don't you ever think about your father working under the sun and wind on the construction site when you spend money? Your mother works hard every day to earn a little money and you're spending it recklessly like this. Don't you feel any guilt at all? I don't know how many times this kind of scene has happened over the past four years. At first, I just felt something wasn't right, but it was true that my family was poor, and it was also true that I spent money carelessly.
Whenever I felt something was off and wanted to argue back, Jongqing would question me in a reproachful tone. This is your first time being so far from home and also the first time you've had so much money in your hands, right?
Spending money recklessly as soon as you have it. Have you ever considered the parents who worked hard to support you, they don't even dare to catch a cold, afraid that you won't have enough money to stay in school, but you still treat money so carelessly. Surely you don't want your parents to still be out there earning money for you when they're in their 70s or 80s, do you? I was left speechless by the retort, only daring to order one tenuon takeout meal a day. I would eat a little at noon and in the evening I would heat up the remaining half using the small pot left behind by a graduating senior I needed to work part-time to support my studies. But she said that as her best friend I should stay in the dormatory to study and play with her at night. Stomach pain woke me up. I stood on the seventh floor balcony letting the wind blow for a long time and finally leaped down. Yanji, that's the situation. What do you think of my boyfriend? My roommate, Jongqing, was staring at me intently, as if my next words would have a significant impact on her. Yani, you're my best friend. I believe you'll definitely consider things for me. The moment my mind cleared, I knew I had been reborn. At that moment, Jongqing went to meet her boyfriend's parents and came back to tell me and another roommate about her boyfriend's family situation. My gaze drifted to her phone on the table. I knew that our conversation just now had been heard clearly by her boyfriend. In my previous life, she once said I was her best friend. I foolishly asked a lot about the man's family situation and upon hearing that he only had an elderly grandmother at home. I straightforwardly expressed my disapproval, especially since his family was in debt. My roommate had a baby face and from her description, her parents were in business owning both a house and a car.
She is a child who has been pampered since childhood. The family backgrounds are not very suitable, and besides, they have only been dating for about a month.
I expressed at length how unsuitable the two of them were, thinking I would get her response instead. I saw her pick up her phone and speak in a cocketish tone.
Baby, did you hear that? That's what Yini said about you. You better start working hard to make money. In my past life, I was just too foolish with just one line. I'm her best friend. I naively believed everything she said that allowed her to gradually suppress and brainwash me until I became so depressed that I couldn't control the urge to end my own life in this life. I turned my gaze to another roommate in the dorm.
This time I want to learn from her. Wow, your boyfriend is so good to you. I'm so envious. Why can't I find such an excellent boyfriend? She instantly beamed with joy, looking extremely smug.
Of course, just look at who I am. Back then, several girls were chasing him and he would call me everyday complaining about how annoying they were. Finally, she confessed to me in tears, saying she couldn't live without me. I was utterly disgusted by her fake high-pitched voice while my roommate Sui Yuan with her big wavy hair stood beside me. She deliberately ran up to Zongqing with exaggerated excitement and praised her.
You're so amazing, both beautiful and smart. You two are a perfect match. It makes me so envious. I could drool. Oh my. Which direction should I pray to find such a great partner? Su Yuan is the most diligent person I've met in all four years of college. She gets up at 5:30 every morning to study in the library and doesn't return until 10:30 at night, even after showering. She still reviews key points before bed scholarships. I've won almost every major competition I could participate in. In my previous life, I wasn't in the same class as the other three in my dorm, so we usually only had classes together for large lectures. Apart from Jehongqing, I had very little interaction with the other two. At this time, the fourth person in the dorm often contradicted Zongqing. She had long since been thrown out of the dormatory along with her luggage, and Suan often praised. Jongqing with surprising remarks for some rather unethical things. This led to my not having a very good impression of her.
Under Suan<unk>s repeated praises, Jongqing even looked back at Suan with an expression that said, "You have good taste." Just as the praise was in full swing, Suan suddenly changed the topic and began to ask, "Where do you find your partners? I chat on those apps every day, but I can't seem to find a decent man. Where do I find them? Of course, I find them around me.
Jongqing<unk>s expression grew even more smug and flamboyant as she said with a laugh. I met him through gaming. My skills are top-notch. And after every game, a bunch of people add me. So many that I can't even click through them all. Exactly. Jongqing is beautiful, has a sweet voice, and is highly skilled. If I had your qualities, I'd be laughing in my dreams. Suan probably never expected that one day I would be so cooperative with her performance, giving me a surprised glance in an instant. A silent conspiracy began. No one can resist praise. Jongqing was clearly overjoyed, but still pretended to be sad. Lowering her head.
Not really. It's just that his family background isn't very good. And we still have many difficulties to overcome together. I imagine the boyfriend on the other end of the phone must have been deeply moved. As soon as Jongqing finished speaking, Suan immediately chimed in. What's there to fear about temporary difficulties? You're an outstanding person yourself. And you just mentioned that your boyfriend is hardworking and ambitious. When the time comes, you two can start a business together and you'll be rich in no time.
In front of such a genius, even if I studied every night before bed, I still couldn't compare. The urge to compare suddenly surged. I think Suan is right.
You mentioned before that you could get into our school even if you fell asleep during the college entrance exam, which proves you truly have both luck and ability. When you start a big company, forget about BMWs and MercedesBenzes.
Even Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Rolls-Royces will just be your daily drivers chosen based on your mood.
Exactly. And don't forget about Lincoln's, Bugatti Veyrons, Panamearis, and Aston Martins. One of each in different colors and models. It felt as if a competitive stage had been set up between Suan and me. Love is the answer on our exam paper. I'm going to hold on to your coattails now. When you start a big company, I just hope President X will remember our time as roommates and give me an internship certificate. I was about to respond when Jehongqing interrupted disapprovingly. My company doesn't hire just anyone, but I can reluctantly issue you an internship certificate if you want to intern. It still depends on your abilities. Seeing this, I chimed in at the right moment.
Suan, don't start dreaming as soon as it gets dark. If you don't have a master's degree from a top tier university, you can forget about getting into our CEO Jean's company. You might as well go be a cleaner. Hearing me say that. So, you want immediately followed up. What masters? It has to be a PhD at the very least. At least I could be a cleaner.
You wouldn't even get through the door.
I'd work part-time as a security guard just to stop you. She looks like a cool, glamorous bombshell. But as soon as she opens her mouth, I'm completely outmatched. I want to learn from her, chase her, become her, surpass her.
Jongqing by nature is quite arrogant with the two of us showering her with praise one after another. She has already started fantasizing about her future life as a wealthy woman. She no longer paid any attention to us two poor and struggling college students. She picked up her phone and ran to the bathroom to call her dear boyfriend. As soon as she left, the dorm instantly fell silent. With such a shocking oddball like her around, the rapport between Suan and me improved by leaps and bounds. Su Yuan winked at me and then sat down to continue reading and doing her homework. In that moment, I was reminded of the same atmosphere from my past life. But at that time, I was already showing signs of depression, unable to control my body from trembling and tears flowing. That day, Suan happened to be studying in the dormatory due to some urgent matters. When she saw me crying, she just assumed I had been scolded by Zongqing. Why bother arguing with someone like her? No matter how much she reads or studies, she's still a hopeless neurotic. Whatever she says, just agree with her. It's not worth ruining your own mood over it. It was those words that made everything click for me. My thoughts suddenly became clear and I understood many things, but in the end, the illness overcame me.
Fortunately, things have returned to the way they were at the very beginning. I glance at the other empty bed in the dormatory. Suddenly, I start to envy those who have long since escaped the sea of suffering. At night, we had already turned off the lights and were lying in bed, trying to fall asleep, while Jeanqing<unk>s high-pitched, girish voice kept calling out, "Husband, you're so amazing. Keep it up, husband."
Su Yuan<unk>s health was poor, and she had to take medication year round. The doctor had advised her to go to bed early and on time. After tossing and turning and holding back for a long time, I couldn't help but speak up.
"Jongqing, you two are just too clingy.
You only parted ways at home at noon, and now you're showing off your affections so late at night.
over the phone. As soon as Suan finished speaking, both of us thought Jongqing would continue to show off her affection. After all, she has always claimed to be a devoted and charming person who captivates thousands.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly turned off her voice and whispered, "Not this. Keep your voices down." The dormatory instantly fell into complete silence.
And it was only later that we realized even though she has a boyfriend who has met her parents but in the games we chat there are still my husband, baby brother, older brother and S123. Oh dear husband, I was just calling another roommate earlier. I definitely only like you. All right, you caught me. I really didn't tell you my real name. I've been using my roommate's name all along.
You're so smart, husband. It wasn't until laughter from a man came through the game that Jongqing thoughtfully reminded, "Husband, it's<unk> very late now." That roommate who's showing off affection also needs to sleep. Let's stop. Talking to greasy, disgusting smooches echoed in my ears, growing louder and louder. Sometimes I really wish I could move out of the dorm immediately and escape this misery.
Yongqing and her boyfriend's relationship is progressing very well.
In just two short months, he went from boyfriend to fiance. During late night chats, Jongqing always takes great pride in sharing with us the mischief they get into as a couple. As well as their little quirks when sleeping together.
Even though I am well read and knowledgeable, I still find myself unable to smoothly and naturally join in the conversation with praise like Suan does when faced with such topics. I feel inferior in comparison. My mind keeps replaying the related topics she talked about in my past life. Finally, I mustered the courage to give a compliment. Your boyfriend is really amazing and you're even more incredible.
Probably used to hearing all sorts of praise everyday. It was the first time she heard such a simple and unadorned compliment from me. Jongqing was both proud and disdainful. TCH sis has slept with plenty of men. A country bumpkin like you really has never seen the world. I'm not really keen on seeing that kind of world. But then Jongqing<unk>s tone shifted unusually bashful. However, my boyfriend has a cuckleding fetish. He's been urging me lately to find other boyfriends quickly.
As you know, I have quite a few boyfriends, but he wants to watch me with someone else in person, and I feel a bit embarrassed. I was utterly shocked and quickly opened my phone to search for the keywords on Bayu. Suan didn't respond for a while. Probably also trying desperately to understand this piece of Chinese. But women like you, who no one wants, probably wouldn't understand me. After all, with just a wave of my hand, plenty of men come running to me. Then, imitating the tone of a celebrity, she said. There are plenty of men out there. What she said next was dialogue that wouldn't even pass censorship if written down. See, and I hid under the bed curtain, trembling. Yet, we had to pretend to be calm and cheer her on with likes just when I thought. They were a perfect match. A broken pot fitting a broken lid, a turtle meeting its turtle, and were about to be locked in for good. The gently pushed open dormatory door let me hear the word inheritance. As summer vacation approached, I went out with friends to look for summer job opportunities. When I returned, it was already around 4:00 or 5:00 in the afternoon. As usual, Zongqing was probably taking a nap at this hour. Mom, the situation is exactly as I just described. I'm really conflicted right now. That boy's family is quite wealthy. Recalling Jongqing<unk>s recent behavior and the events of the previous life, I roughly understood what was being discussed at this time. Jongqing had a stable relationship with her fianceé, and they had done almost everything, both normal and abnormal.
The couple's relationship had entered a dull phase. Coincidentally, Jongqing met a young master in the game who lived in the urban area of Beijing, came from a wealthy family, and was 2 years younger than her. The infinitely charming Jehongqing naturally won him over quickly, and within just a few days, their relationship became inseparable, flourishing, and intense. Now, are you looking to your mother for emotional analysis? Here's what you should do.
Don't break up with Shaolin right away.
Keep him hanging on for now. First, make sure of your relationship with that young master. Once you two have settled things and your relationship is confirmed, dump him as soon as possible after all. You're about to graduate anyway, then you can just follow him to Beijing. Even if Shaolin comes looking for you at home, it won't matter. You brought him to your dad's place before, so let him cuss trouble for your dad.
Haha. The simultaneous laughter from both inside and outside the phone sent chills down one's spine. Okay, Mom. I won't disturb you and uncle while you sleep. I stood outside the dormatory door for quite a while before daring to go in. Indeed, the ways of the despicable are passed down through generations. Ordinary people can't even begin to grasp the tricks of the trade.
It wasn't until evening when Suan returned from the library, took a shower, and lay down. Just listen to Jongqing sighing with a sigh. I feel like my boyfriend doesn't love me anymore. Boyfriend: For a moment, I didn't know which one she was talking about. Ah, it's my fiance. If a man doesn't spend money on a woman, doesn't that mean he doesn't love her? I wanted to buy a Gucci bag, but he hesitated and was reluctant to buy it. Isn't that just not loving me? Hearing this, the corner of my mouth twitched to you, a wealthy young lady who sets alarms to snatch deals for even a single scent. Are asking a man who might not even earn 3,000 a month for such a bag? The fact that he only hesitated instead of outright refusing. That's true, love.
I'm moved to tears. How could he be so unreasonable? It said online that the underlying logic behind a man not spending money on a woman is that he thinks she's not worth the price. What does he mean by that? Does he think you're not worthy? Suan's accusatory tone sounded even more indignant than the person involved. So, naturally, I wasn't about to back down. I immediately opened Tik Tok and started watching while speaking. Money is a man's way of expressing his feelings. What does he want to do now? You're stunningly beautiful, gentle, and considerate, kind and generous, clever, and wise. It's his good fortune for eight lifetimes that you even notice him. If it weren't for your loyalty and deep affection, would he even have a chance? If I had even half of what you have, I'd be dating a different man every day. He really doesn't know how lucky he is, in my opinion. While money can't measure feelings, it can filter out the trash. A man like that isn't worth keeping. I repeated the analysis word for word from those online relationship bloggers only to hear Su Yuan start praising me again.
Exactly. You need to wake up, sister.
Open your eyes and look at the men around you. How are they any less than your boyfriend? Do you think they chat with you every day just because they're talkative? It's because they all like you so much. You're going to be a wealthy woman running a big company and making big money in the future. Wouldn't it be better to pick those good-looking, obedient, pretty boys? Do you know how much Yi and I secretly envy you? We wish we could switch souls with you every moment to experience the charm of a stunning beauty. I was shocked inside.
And after my brain went into overdrive, I came to a conclusion. Suan must have also been watching relationship gurus on her phone. Don't you dare talk about my fiance like that. He's a graduate student from a prestigious university.
It's just that the job market is tough right now. Watching her desperately try to justify herself while also wanting to make it clear that she didn't break up with her ex because he was poor was just bizarre. It was so absurd. It was almost unbelievable. Besides, I know her boyfriend too. Limbo, the so-called graduate student from a prestigious university, was actually just a laborer at the construction site across from the campus. Coincidentally, I worked part-time in a milk tea shop across from that school for a while during the summer break. Over time, I got to know Limbo and his group of friends. So, in my previous life, when I heard that Jongqing was dating a graduate student, I didn't think much of it. I just thought it was a strange coincidence.
Limbo's childhood friend told me that when they were in junior high school, they touched a few little girls out of curiosity because their families had no money. The school took advantage of their honesty and bullied them into dropping out. After going around in circles, they ended up working at this construction site. At that time, I had been single for 20 years and had never been in a relationship. His handsome face had me flirting with him for a long time. And just as I was getting serious and planning to confess, I found out he had deleted me in my past life. I kept replaying and analyzing my memories only to realize it was because I often mentioned in the dorm that I had a very handsome friend. Bees honking kept urging me to invite him to play games together. 5 days later, I was deleted. A week later, Jongqing went to see her boyfriend. A month later, she met his parents. Now, with the appearance of the Beijing Playboy, this so-called graduate student from a prestigious university is about to be out of the picture. If you ask me, you should date seven or eight of them at once, then compare and keep the best one. Look at you. Every inch of you down to the strands of your hair screams excellence.
Dating a few more is only natural.
Probably not expecting Suan to be so straightforward. She directly and clearly stated Jongqing<unk>s intentions. Don't be like that. I still love my boyfriend very much. Those guys sometimes aren't gentlemanly at all.
They're so annoying. Zongqing thought about the guy she had been chatting with recently and realized that none of them were as patient as before, nor were they willing to accommodate her completely.
She had already complained about it several times in the dorm. They're all toads dreaming of eating swan meat.
Listen to me. Once you find a tall, rich, and handsome guy who loves and cherishes you, dump them immediately and make them regret not treasuring you. It wasn't until I finished saying this that Jongqing finally picked up her phone with satisfaction to play games.
Jongqing summer vacation was quite comfortable. As soon as I entered the dormatory, I smelled a fishy odor that was earlier and stronger than in my previous life. The smell was like that of a used sanitary pad with blood left in a bathroom trash can for several days during a scorching hot day of 30 to 40° C. This time, however, it was stronger and longerlasting. I remember in my previous life, I was so overwhelmed by the smell that I began to question my existence and I even thought I was being tactful when I reminded her, "Can you smell something in the dorm?" I thought she would say no or something, but instead she said, "It's the earthy smell on you. The sudden strong fishy smell at the tip of my nose almost made me pass out. Jongqing ran up to me holding up her bag proudly. Look, this is a gift from my boyfriend. Even though I don't know much about luxury brands, the large Gucci logo on the black leather chain bag was unmistakable. I also know that this bag is not cheap. This is the luxury brand bag Gucci I told you about. Today you finally get to see it for yourself.
Jungqing twirled around in front of me with the bag on her back, constantly swinging as expected of you. wealthy, elegant, and with great taste, this bag truly suits you. With that, she twisted even more vigorously. As if planning to perform a ballet routine in the dormatory, just as so I've been carrying it for a while now, and the novelty has worn off. Looks like it's destined to gather dust in my cabinet. She slowly sat down the bag in her hand and casually opened the wardrobe. Instantly, the unblocked bags inside tumbled out.
I'm not very familiar with designer bags and can only barely recognize the ones with prominent logos. Gucci, Seline, Dior, St. Lauron. It seems she's getting along well with that Yan master from Beijing. Oops, I dropped everything.
Jongqing hurriedly placed her bag in the most conspicuous spot, making sure the logo was visible. I followed her train of thought and asked, "Did your boyfriend give you all these? That's amazing. These bags look so expensive that even if I sold myself, I couldn't afford them. You'd have to find someone willing to buy you first. These bags of mine are world famous brands that are hard to get even if you try." My boyfriend gave them to me just because I glanced at them a few times. But I love my boyfriend and don't really care about these things. I just wish he could spend more time with me. I don't understand it either. On one hand, she wants to show off how attractive she is and how many men are after her. And on the other hand, she wants to portray herself as loyal and deeply in love. She really is as arrogant and conceited as I imagined, taking our exaggerated compliments as the truth I've only been on campus for a short while. But I've already heard quite a few people complain to me about Jongqing being narcissistic and arrogant. In the end, they all looked at me with sympathy, saying, "I've had a tough time these years. Girls from the neighboring classes and dorms don't want to associate with her. But she doesn't seem to care. She prefers to have boyfriends rather than girlfriends." And she sees the attitudes of those girls as nothing but envy and jealousy. Not long after, Suan experienced the same situation as I did. The bag placed in the wardrobe fell out again. Oh my god.
I've only seen these brands in short sentences from doineering co novels.
Thank you, President Jang, for showing me the world. I won't wash my hands tonight. These are the hands that have touched world famous brands. After a summer break, Su Yuan<unk>s skill in complimenting others has improved even more. Damn it, I will definitely surpass her. I silently swore in my heart. As the forcefully kicked open door behind me pushed me forward, which one of you is Jongqing? The sudden appearance of the woman visibly made Jongqing tense up. Her voice trembled slightly as she pointed at me. She She is Jongqing.
Damn, I think praising someone to death is too slow. Using a knife is much faster. Yinshi, vice minister of the student union's academic department.
There's a photo of me on it with my hand resting on the table. I casually picked up the work badge on it. I was genuinely afraid that if I explained too slowly, the furious girl in front of me would reach out and slap me the next second.
Fortunately, the other party seemed furious, but still had some sense left.
The girl quickly glanced around at me and Seuan, her gaze lingering on the handbag in Xongqing<unk>s hand. You're chasing after someone to be a mistress, yet you don't dare admit your own name.
Are you the kind of person with no upbringing, no sense of propriety or shame. You know the other person has a wife, yet you rush to be a mistress.
These handbags look nice, don't they?
But have you ever considered if you're even worthy of them? Splash! A resounding slap provoked a passionate counterattack.
But as soon as he stood up, he was held back by the girl's close friends behind her. "Don't you have any shame? How does your school teach its students, shamelessly acting as the other woman, a few bags in your butt off? You're so cheap and worthless. What kind of person are you? I spit on you." The dormatory entrance quickly filled with people pointing and whispering, dragging both me and Suan into the scolding. Jongqing, despite being beaten black and blue, still didn't forget to ask the two of us for help. And the friends the girl brought along began to look at us with increasingly unfriendly eyes to protect ourselves. And also, because we were fed up with this bizarre situation, I simply called the police. The incident had escalated quite a bit and was rather embarrassing. Along with the police, the counselor and home room teacher also arrived. The girl who hit someone had a strong attitude, looking like she was ready to make a scene to the end.
Jongqing, crying and sobbing, fell into the counselor's arm, seeking comfort, constantly muttering that the girl who hit her should pay compensation. The surrounding foul smell was really strong, and the counselor, who is the first to bear the brunt, looked extremely displeased, frantically pinching his nose one moment and patting Jongqing<unk>s back the next. You're an ugly woman with a bad temper. It's strange that brother Auan likes you.
Besides, in a relationship, the one who isn't loved is the third party. You're clearly the one being the mistress.
Under her self-righteous self-justification, the home room teacher's face turned ashen, wishing he could immediately find a crack in the ground to crawl into rather than admit that this was a student from his own college. I will pay every penny owed for the assault. Here is a detailed breakdown along with evidence that my husband used our joint marital assets to buy luxury items for this mistress. I now have the right to reclaim these expenses.
Densely packed, four papers were filled with various expenses, and there was more than just one sheet. It seems Jongqing didn't manage to hold on to that young master from Beijing and has switched to a man who is already married. I really don't know what's going on in her head. After calculating everything, even if the losses from Zongqing<unk>s injury were adjusted to the maximum, after making deductions and adjustments, she still had to compensate the other party with 50,000 yuan, she was busy contacting that boyfriend and the girl also sat there insisting she wouldn't leave until she was compensated immediately. It went on until late at night with the guy unreachable. No matter how much Jongqing made a fuss, 50,000 yuan still needs to be paid.
Jongqing, "Your family is so wealthy.
50,000 yuan is just a drop in the bucket. Something that can be resolved with a blink of an eye." I never expected Su Yuan to still be able to boast at this moment. It's just that her voice was soft and only the three of us heard it. At this point, Jongqing is still unwilling to accept it. Looking at the home room teacher with pleading eyes and begging, "Teacher, my family is strict and controls my allowance tightly. I can't come up with this much money in a short time, and this older sister clearly doesn't lack money. Why is she so insistent on getting these 50,000 yuan right away?" The home room teacher, who had hardly spoken since entering the room, was now truly rendered speechless. His fingers trembled in the air as if he had been gesturing in sign language for a long time. I'm not in a hurry for money, but I'm in a hurry to see you lose face. I thought you were a somewhat capable seductress. But it turns out you're just a delivery service. Huh? The girl's disdainful up and down lip provoked Xongqing to curse. You're already old and faded. Brother Auan says I'm beautiful and charming. You'd better not get too smug now. If he loved you, he wouldn't have come to me. You can't compare to me and sooner or later he'll dump you. The statement didn't shock me or see you on, but it certainly left the counselor and home room teacher stunned.
The girl's best friend was so angry she was hopping mad. She rushed out to hit someone, but was stopped by the police woman, so she could only point in curse in frustration. You're really huffing and puffing when someone says you're fat. You're just a few piles of [ __ ] that Lu Yuan's worthless dog ate on the roadside and you actually think you're true love. Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You stink so bad that I'm afraid of getting a gynecological disease just being in the same room with you. Jongqing was used to being pampered by us. And hearing this made her tremble with anger, but she couldn't even let out half a fart. Her tearfilled eyes glared at me. And Suan, demanding why we weren't speaking up for her. Su Yuan and I shook our heads, looking around everywhere but refusing to meet her, gazed Jongqing, feeling isolated and helpless, lay in the counselor's arms, shedding tears and pretending to be dead. Stop pretending to be dead. Hurry up and pay back the money. Do you think a whole group of people wants to smell your stench in the middle of the night?
I have to admit that attack was on point. It just suddenly occurred to me that the dormatory shares a washing machine. Will you really get sick if you get close to the stench on her holding Su Yuan? I trembled in the corner and the counselor also began urging her to transfer the money quickly. Yongqing, who usually claims that a single suitcase costs tens of thousands and has hundreds of thousands in financial funds in her Alipay account. She stood there fiddling with her phone for a long time, unwilling to say a word. TSK, your dear Auan loves you so much. Yet he hasn't transferred money to solve your problems after all this time. On the way here, I even heard you were a rich young lady.
Is that all? You're quite the actress, aren't you? The girl's best friend delivered her lines with study precision, and Jeongqing<unk>s face visibly flushed and palded in patches.
Maybe my approach was wrong. Building someone up only to tear them down is slow and just ends up hurting myself.
How much better it is to be a machine gunner who fires at everyone in sight.
Once the words are out, my mood instantly lifts. Jongqing is someone who bullies the weak and fears the strong as long as you push back hard enough and stand your ground firmly, she will still be afraid of you. But if you show even the slightest hint of timidity or if she discovers that you are actually easy to bully, it's easy to revert to the outcome of the previous life. However, it seems that the strategy of praising to kill is still effective for now. The current Jehongqing wouldn't even think of snatching a single scent from a red envelope, let alone setting an alarm specifically for it like she did in her previous life. Now, Zongqing<unk>s arrogance and vanity have reached new heights. The clothes she wears, the things she holds, the food, drinks, and items she uses are no longer of the same standard as in her previous life. She fiddled with her phone, dragging her feet and unwilling to pay, which wore out the patience of both the counselor and the home room teacher. They pulled her aside to a corner, half persuading and half threatening her and finally managed to resolve the matter after half an hour. Surprisingly, Jongqing paid the money back herself without borrowing from anyone. After that day, I didn't see her for a long time. It was already senior year and everyone was either skipping class or doing internships, so not seeing someone was perfectly normal.
It was precisely because of her departure that Suan and I were able to enjoy the belated college life. The dormator's atmosphere became clearer and our daily routines returned to normal in my fourth year of university. I visited all four libraries on campus for the first time. It wasn't until just before winter break when the academic adviser called everyone back to school to choose research topics that I saw her again.
She had become noticeably thinner and more haggarded, and the strong mix of perfume and a foul odor made her an instant celebrity on the school's confession wall. For a while, the sales of masks and disinfectants around the campus skyrocketed. The confession wall even created a group to post her whereabouts and status anytime, anywhere. She went to the first cafeteria and business. There was extremely dismal that day. She went to the small grove and the couples on campus tacitly changed their intimate spots. She went to the sports field and the scheduled microphone singer called in sick with a sore throat, but she rarely went out, insisting on staying in the dorm to torment me and Suan. She flaunted her wealth by showing off a dress she claimed was the only one of its kind in the entire northern city.
The next second, she would furiously curse the guy who only said he liked her but wasn't willing to spend money on her, calling him a toad lusting after a swan's flesh. She would ask a guy who had just added her as a friend to buy her the latest iPhone. Who would be willing to do that? What if they add you as a friend just to scold you when applying for an internship? They refuse to work for less than 10,000 yuan in salary, pointing at the HR snows and calling them snobbish, holding a plain resume that only lists their education and course descriptions. They criticize every company at the autumn recruitment fair from start to finish. Finally, the counselor arranged for someone to carry the person away while wearing a mask. In the end, she even made a shocking remark. Yanhi, why don't you handle my graduation project for me, too, once my company is set up? I'll give you a front desk position. Using the joke I made for her as a promise to feed me. At least capitalists have a PowerPoint presentation. Isn't writing papers for others illegal? Besides, with my mediocre skills, what I write would only tarnish your reputation as a top student. I'm not worthy. She then turned her gaze to Su Yuan, who remained silent, picked up her phone, and pulled me out of the room for the sake of our safety. We ultimately decided to stay at a hotel. Zongqing<unk>s expression was twisted, almost like he had gone mad. We were genuinely afraid that he might stab someone in the middle of the night and not even be held legally responsible. I didn't dare go back, staying outside with Suan. But I did hear quite a bit about Jongqing. She ended up on the confession wall again in different ways.
Though the posts were taken down so quickly, I never saw them myself. I vaguely heard she owed a lot of money and was being chased by debt collectors at school, but I only got bits and pieces of the story. The next day when I went to the office to submit some materials, the counselor hesitantly asked a few questions. How's the atmosphere in your dorm lately? Is it's safe? I was a bit confused, but I answered truthfully. Siuan and I have been busy looking for jobs recently and it's inconvenient to travel back and forth, so we haven't been staying in the dormatory. The counselor breathed a sigh of relief and gently reminded me looking for a job is a good thing. There have been strangers coming and going in the dormatory lately, so it's actually better not to go back, but you two need to be extra careful about your safety when you're outside. Okay. I nodded obediently, starting to wonder if it might be lone sharks who had come looking for us. The next moment, the counselor cleared things up for me. That night she borrowed money on her phone and later probably unable to repay it, she borrowed a lot more from other places. What platform can lend 50,000 so quickly at once? Thinking of those fierce debt collectors and TV dramas. I refused to enter the dormatory until the very last day before leaving school.
Another classmate told me what the counselor hadn't finished saying. Don't underestimate the environment and atmosphere of university. Even though I don't know you, I've probably copied your homework. You might not recognize a person by name. But if you mention one of their characteristics, someone will always know a piece or two of gossip, especially when it comes to Jeongqing, who is famous throughout the entire school, apart from me and Su Yuan, the two roommates involved. There's also a girl who often drinks with Jeang Ching, and she knows more about this matter than most people. After piecing together various accounts, we managed to reconstruct the entire sequence of events. During her time with the Yan Master from Beijing, Jongqing spending power was significantly elevated, and she would only settle for branded goods.
After the breakup, her newly heightened vanity was further inflated with the strong support of the married man, Lu Yuan. The 50,000 yuan at that time likely wasn't borrowed. It was probably all the available funds she could muster later. She couldn't find anyone to satisfy her spending desires, so she started borrowing to repay loans, taking out what is known as a beauty loan. It was only after someone posted her nude photos on the confession wall that she became famous overnight. After successfully passing my thesis defense, I held my thesis in hand and hopped back to my lawn unseen dormatory. That's so scary. Let's not go back for now. What's going on on the fifth floor? As soon as I entered the building, I saw many girls lingering at the stairwell, constantly looking upward. A bad feeling welled up inside me, and I hurried toward the dormatory. Upon entering the fifth floor, a false stench hit me, and the sound of mixed male and female arguments kept coming. In the final year of graduation, the school's entry and exit policies were no longer as strict as before, leading to a mix of people coming in and causing trouble, still trying to run. I'm telling you, if you don't pay back the money today, you're not going anywhere." The voice, damaged by excessive smoking and drinking, came out in a broken, hard to understand manner. Zongqing was utterly destitute.
And the disdainful gazes surrounding the dormatory door left her at a loss. I have no money left on me. You can take anything you want from this dormatory.
Whatever it's worth, it's yours. [ __ ] you. You think you can get rid of me with a few pots and pans. You have to pay back the 200,000 today or not only will everyone in the school see your photos, but you won't have a peaceful life either. A chaotic male voice filled with malice was mixed with the sound of things shattering and a girl's crying. I only borrowed 50,000 to buy a bag and I've already paid back nearly 30,000 in the middle. How can there still be 200,000 left? Jongqing questioned in disbelief, then helplessly began to plead. I really don't have any money left. You can't force me to die, can you? There are many ways to repay the money, but I really can't come up with it right now. You really are a restless [ __ ] Even if you're willing, I'd still find you disgusting. You so much I'm afraid I'll catch something." The man sat on my stool in the dormatory, spittle flying as he spoke. Cut the crap today. Not a single scent less than 200,000. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving this dorm room. And don't even think about calling the police. You wrote the I owe you yourself. It's legal and compliant. Paying back what you owe is only right and proper. I hid in the crowd, covering my nose while watching the drama unfold. But unexpectedly, Zongqing pointed at me and shouted, "Yanchi, you're my best friend. You have to help me." Before she could charge over, I covered my face with my thesis and turned to run. Just kidding. At a time like this, even if I were your dad, it wouldn't help I run faster than a rabbit. And by the time my brain caught up, I had already rushed downstairs.
Even in an emergency, I couldn't forget to send you on a message telling her not to return to the dorm. Fortunately, I had taken the valuable items from the dormatory when Jongqing went out.
Otherwise, I would have suffered a huge loss. I didn't dare to keep the clothes and bedding in the dormatory either, as I had no idea if using them would make me sick. Later, I heard that she asked her parents for money to cover the shortfall. As for where she went after graduation, I didn't pay any attention, I had already deleted her. The moment I left the dormatory building, infatuated with self-love and unaware of our own limits, for 4 years, we indulged in mutual unconditional praise and flattery, long since losing any sense of self-awareness. I suppose after graduation there won't be any promising paths to take. In the second year after graduation on May 20th, a friend sent me her wedding photos. The groom was still an old acquaintance. Green hat brother Lynbo. I looked at the photo and wished the scumbag and the [ __ ] a long and happy life together. In my heart, I prayed that the matchmaker god would definitely lock these two together because letting them loose in the market would be a blow to humanity. A master once said, "When you encounter an idiot, don't be polite. Praise them into a complete fool. reject PUA starting with me. After hearing the first story above, what are your thoughts? Feel free to share your opinions in the comment section. Next, there is another similar story. Let's continue to see. My roommate has a huge hemorrhoid and whenever she farts, it passes through this hemorrhoid and turns into a strawberry scented fragrant fart.
Because her hemorrhoid had severely affected her life, I kindly advised her to have surgery to remove it. After some hesitation, she followed my advice. But later, she unexpectedly found out that the school heartthrob love loves strawberry scented things the most in a fit of anger. While hiccoping like a little baby, she pushed my head underwater if you hadn't meddled. The school heartthrob would have fallen for me by now. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment before I advised her to get her hemorrhoids removed. Seeing that she was still lost in her sweet strawberry scented fantasy, I decided to let it be and wait for her hemorrhoids to grow bigger and bigger.
Did you smell that? such a strong strawberry scent. Lily took a deep breath as soon as she entered the room and exclaimed loudly, "In my previous life, I was completely unsuspecting and immediately started sniffing the air along with her. Who would have thought it was actually Sarah's fart? I never thought I would be reborn at this very moment. Damn it. The rebirth was too sudden. I didn't even have time to prepare a mask. Instinctively lowering my head and holding my breath, I silently resolved to go downstairs to the supermarket later to stock up on essential supplies." Lily, seeing that none of us were paying her any attention, and that she was just talking to herself, suddenly felt a bit awkward, she scratched her head and asked persistently, "No, really, don't any of you smell it? The strawberry scent is really strong, Sarah, Tina, Alice, why are you all so quiet? Did one of you secretly eat strawberries behind my back? Hurry up and share a couple with me, and I'll let it slide. Otherwise, watch out. I might get mad." Ridiculous.
Alice rolled her eyes without even looking up. As for Sarah, her cheeks flushed red, and she twisted the hem of her skirt. With both hands, mumbling in a soft, timid voice, "Lily, no one stole the strawberries. I just ate a bit too much at lunch and couldn't hold back a fart just now. My farts just happened to smell like sweet strawberries." As soon as she finished speaking, and Lily's face instantly stiffened, turning pale and green. After a moment of realization, she let out a sharp, involuntary scream. Are you saying I just took a deep sniff of your fart, Sarah? If you don't want to share the strawberries with me, that's fine, but there's no need to be so disgusting.
What Lily didn't know is that Sarah had a unique physical condition. She had a magical hemorrhoid growing on her, but all the gas passing through that hemorrhoid turns into the scent of strawberries. That's why Sarah always carries a strawberry fragrance all year round. The larger the hemorrhoid, the stronger the strawberry scent becomes in her previous life. After her roommate learned the secret, she didn't say anything on the surface, but secretly created a group to complain about Sarah everyday. That's so disgusting. How can she have the nerve to set up a cute persona? Because of her, I never want to see strawberries again. Oh my god, there are always blind guys who fall for her.
She's so gross and messy. What do they even see in her exactly? If it weren't for the fact that she gave me a set of La Mer yesterday, I wouldn't even bother with her. I really can't stand the way they take the benefits and then stab you in the back. It just so happened that Sarah was addicted to fried and spicy foods. And her hemorrhoids grew worse and worse under the stimulation. It even got to the point where she walked so awkwardly that she couldn't sit for long periods. I thought it over and couldn't help but urge her to get hemorrhoid surgery. After much hesitation, Sarah reluctantly nodded in agreement. The surgery was very successful, and soon she bid farewell to her strawberry butt.
Her walking posture returned to normal, and a white dress made her look incredibly beautiful. From then on, Sarah no longer needed her roommates to help keep her secret. And as a result, she stopped giving them gifts with no more gossip to talk about. The roommates gritted their teeth and began to sew discord. Sarah, your signature trait is that strawberry scent. Without it, you just seem ordinary. Even the school heartthrob, who used to have a crush on her, publicly announced his relationship with someone else on social media.
You've even lost the strawberry scent I loved so much. What else is there left for me to like fuming? Sarah, hiccuping with a milky sob. Arranged to meet me by the pond. I happily went to the appointment only to have her push me underwater. It's all your fault. If it weren't for your meddling, I would be the one with the school heart throb now.
When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn nowadays. I naturally wouldn't meddle in other people's business. I just coldly watched Lily and Sarah bicker with each other. Alice pretended to be fair while taking sides. All right, Lily. Sarah didn't do it on purpose. Just let it go. Okay. After all, it's not like she forced you to smell that fart, right? There was some underlying tension between Lily and Alice, seeing Alice defending Sarah.
Lily stamped her foot in frustration and turned to me with a hurt expression. But I won't be like in my past life, foolishly acting as her scapegoat and end up making Sarah hold a grudge against me, lowering my eyes. I joined Alice in persuading Lily. Yeah, Lily.
Sarah already said it was just her fart.
So, why do you have to keep holding it against her? I believe Sarah isn't the kind of person who would buy strawberries and not share them with us.
Besides, who can control their farts? At least Sarah's farts smell like sweet strawberries, which is better than someone else's stinky farts. Sarah looked at me gratefully upon hearing this, her eyes filled with the grievance and dependence of being understood in my past life. Seeing such a look would have softened my heart, making me feel that it wasn't Sarah's fault, and I would have willingly charged into battle for her. But now that look only turns my stomach, reminding me of the suffocating feeling as the cold, murky water from the bottom of the pond rushed into my nostrils. Exactly. Lily, Tina, and Alice are right. Sarah immediately chimed in as if she had found her backbone. Her voice sweet and tinged with a hint of smuggness. It's not like I did it on purpose. And besides, the strawberry scent is so pleasant, much better than some people. She gave Lily a meaningful glance, leaving the rest unsaid. But the implication was clear. Lily was so furious her face turned green. Covering her nose, she pointed at Sarah but couldn't speak, eventually stomping her foot in anger and storming out, slamming the door behind her. Only the three of us remained in the dorm. The strawberry scent had mostly faded by now. Alice was clearly in a good mood because Lily had been called out, a smirk of amusement playing on her lips as she pulled out her phone and started scrolling through videos. Sarah, on the other hand, strutdded like a proud little peacock over to her desk and sat down carefully adjusting her posture. The hemorrhoid was clearly causing her some discomfort.
She definitely pulled a bag of chips and a bottle of ice cold cola from her desk drawer. And with a soft pop from opening the can, she began to eat and drink contentedly. Although Sarah was sweet and cute in appearance and had a great figure, but the food she likes are all those spicy, fried, and cold junk foods, there's nothing wrong with the others, but these are all nutrients that stimulate the crazy growth of hemorrhoids. In my previous life, whenever I saw Sarah eating a lot, I would always worry and remind her, "Sarah, eat less of these. It's not good for you." Down there, she would always turn around and act cute with me, saying, "I'm only eating a little bit this time." I averted my gaze and turned on the computer, pretending not to see Alice, however, looked puzzled. "Sarah, didn't you just finish eating? Why are you eating again?" Before Sarah could feel embarrassed, I quickly stepped in to explain for her. Oh, it doesn't matter, Alice. After all, our Sarah can eat as much as she wants without gaining weight or breaking out. It's a talent others can only envy. It's not like we can't afford it. If she wants to eat, let her eat. Happiness is what matters most. My tone was utterly sincere, Sarah chimed in right away. Exactly. Exactly.
Tina gets me. The greasy smell of potato chips mixed with the cloying sweetness of cola permeated the air, and faintly a subtle hint of strawberry seemed to be brewing. I silently stepped out and headed to the supermarket to buy masks.
By the time I returned, Sarah looked at me with concern. Tina, why are you wearing a mask? Are you feeling unwell?
I have a bit of a cold. Didn't want to pass it on to you. I vaguely changed the subject, shaking the shopping bag in my hand, which contains several boxes of masks and a bottle of strong air freshener. By the way, I heard on the way here that Simon is preparing for his post-graduate entrance exams recently.
As soon as the words left my mouth, Sarah's eyes instantly lit up and she even forgot to chew the potato chips in her mouth. Alice also lipped up from her phone screen, showing a keen interest. I had expected both of them to react this way because Simon was the heartthrob of our school. Incredibly handsome. It wasn't just about how many people had a crush on him. Anyone who passed by him would definitely remember him after all.
In my previous life, my good roommate Sarah ended up killing me with her own hands for his sake. Since you like Simon so much, I'll help you out in this life.
I sneered inwardly but pretended to say casually. I heard from others that Simon has practically taken up residence in the library lately. He's there like clockwork every day from 100 p.m. until the library closes at 9:00 p.m. TSK.
He's got both good. Looks in good grades. He's got it all. Which floor does he usually go to in the library?
Sarah immediately pressed, I think.
Third floor. I recalled the rumors from my past life. The window seats over there have good lighting and he seems to like sitting there. Sarah's eyes had already glazed over and her face was even slightly flushed. Clearly, she was already planning her accidental encounter. Alice clicked her tongue, smirking knowingly. She immediately turned around and sent me a message to vent. Sarah, that weirdo who farts strawberry sense, actually wants to hit on the school heartthrob and the cabbasell. I think she's a joke, but Alice, you don't understand. The school heartthrob really loves the strawberry scent. The next morning, Sarah indeed started to take action. and she put on the figure hugging leather minikirt that best showed off her curves, applied delicate, natural-looking makeup, and even meticulously styled and said every strand of her hair. Tina, do you think I look good like this? She twirled in front of me, her face, full of anticipation, looking at how tightly the leather skirt clumped to her body. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I always feel that not only are Sarah's legs slightly apart, but there also seems to be a mysterious bulge at the back of her hips. Could it be that those foods caused a chemical reaction in her body, promoting the growth and development of hemorrhoids? Afraid that Sarah might notice something off. I put on a sincere fake smile. You look absolutely stunning, Sarah. This dress highlights all your best features. Simon won't be able to take his eyes off you, but the library's air conditioning is quite strong, and sitting for a long time might make you feel a bit chilly.
Would you like to bring a soft cushion?
After all, sitting on a hard bench for so long, I shuddered at the thought.
Wouldn't that make the hemorrhoids explode? Oh, right, Tina. You're so thoughtful. Sarah suddenly realized and quickly pulled a thin cushion from the cabinet, stuffing it into her bag. To give her a helping hand and winning over the school heartthrob, I once again splurged and bought her an ice cream bar. Although Sarah didn't quite understand why, she still happily accepted my gift, watching her waddle away, trying hard to maintain elegance.
But looking stiff from the pain, I leisurely put on my mask and headed to the library right on time. After all, Sarah's fragrant strawberry farts are about to burst forth with full force.
How could one not look forward to it?
Third floor, south section of the library. The air was filled with the scent of books and the cold breeze from the air conditioning. I found a corner seat where I could clearly see Simon and Sarah's movements without drawing too much attention. Simon, as expected, sat in his usual spot by the window. The sunlight outlined his handsome profile, and he did have a certain charm. Sarah, holding a water cup, pretended to look for a book and walked back and forth a few times in the aisle near Simon. I don't know if it was due to friction, but every few steps she seemed to want to adjust her underwear. Finally, she spotted the empty seat next to Simon and carefully sat down. H. In that moment, even from a distance, I could feel a phantom pain from her contorted expression. Sarah's body was noticeably stiff. Her but barely touched the seat.
Yet, her back remained ramrod straight.
Time passed minuteby minute. Sarah's sitting posture grew increasingly unnatural. She began shifting subtly and frequently, trying to find an angle that would slightly ease the pain. With fine beads of sweat even forming at her temples, the beautiful appearance she had when she got up early was completely gone, leaving only a faint trace of embarrassment because she had been squirming like a caterpillar. Simon frowned slightly, raised his head, and cast a cold glance at Sarah. Classmate, if you're not going to study, please don't disturb others, okay? Sarah was instantly jolted as if by an electric shock immediately sat up straight and wanted to explain. At that moment, the ice cream from the morning launched a fierce attack in Sarah's stomach, accompanied by a sound. Sarah's smile froze on her face. A strong strawberry scent swept through the entire library.
Everyone around widened their eyes in shock. They started talking among themselves. What's that smell? No eating in the library. Who's breaking the rules under everyone's gaze? Sarah's face turned bright red. Holding her buttocks, she staggered unsteadily in an extremely strange posture, stumbling toward the restroom. The moment she stood up to leave her seat, an overwhelmingly sweet strawberry sense suddenly burst forth, instantly enveloping the surrounding seats. Simon was the first to be hit by it. He suddenly froze as if choking on the smell, but then he took a deep breath, completely revel in the fragrance. Oh my, this is the scent of sweet strawberries. I love it. It's the fragrance that girl just gave off. Just then, Sarah returned. Her face was filled with a mix of shyness and embarrassment. Clearly overwhelmed with regret as she quickly gathered her things trying to cover her face and escape, Simon suddenly grabbed her hand.
Classmate, can we exchange contact information? The gazes of everyone present turned in their direction. What?
Simon, the campus heartthrob, is actually taking the initiative to ask for a girl's WeChat. Sarah froze in place. She pointed at herself in disbelief and said, "Are you talking about me?" "Yes."
classmate. Simon cleared his throat lightly, looking a bit embarrassed. I really like the strawberry scent you give off. From now on, could you only let me smell your farts? Watching Sarah's joyful expression, I sneered. A cold, vengeful surge of satisfaction stirred within my chest. Do you like it?
There's more you're going to love, Sarah. Everything before was just an appetizer for your precious hemorrhoids.
If you want to attract the school heartthrob with your sweet strawberry scented farts, then let it absorb all the nutrients and grow bigger and sweeter soon. The day of the campus festival arrived with my deliberate encouragement. The relationship between Sarah and Simon quickly heated up, Simon seemed truly bewitched by that unique strawberry scent. Abandoning his graduate school entrance exam preparations and chasing after Sarah everyday. As for Sarah, lost in the dreamy bubble of her ambiguous relationship with the campus heartthrob, the fruit of love on her backside grew larger and larger under her intentional indulgence, Lily finally couldn't hold back any longer and pulled Alice and me into a group chat. No, I really don't get it. I used to like Simon, but is he a pervert? Does he actually enjoy smelling farts? Alice, who usually clashes with Lily, surprisingly didn't argue back. I'm also a bit taken aback.
I curled the corner of my lips. The way they used to talk behind Sarah's back in their previous lives, is still fresh in their minds. But now, with Simon involved, their shared point of resentment has shifted. I was about to leave the group directly, but after hesitating for a moment, I still typed a few lines. Maybe Simon just likes the strawberry flavor and Sarah happens to be special. Her farts smell like strawberries. If I hadn't said that, it would have been fine. But as soon as I did, the group chat exploded. Damn, Sarah eats so much everyday and never goes to the bathroom. Her farts are getting more and more fragrant. I'm almost suffocating from the smell. Yeah, which normal person's dorm is filled with the smell of strawberries.
I feel like throwing up every time I smell strawberries now, I said weekly.
But there's nothing we can do about it.
We can't stop Sarah from farting. Lily was the first to come up with an idea. I really can't stand this anymore. We can't stop her from farting. But isn't it true that the bigger Sarah's hemorrhoids get, the stronger the strawberry scent becomes? At the very least. We can advise her to eat less junk food and prevent her hemorrhoids from growing. Alice clapped her hands in. Approval of this idea? Yes. It would be best if she got them removed. I sneered inwardly. In my previous life, when I earnestly advised Sarah to have her hemorrhoids removed, they agreed to my face but mocked me behind my back for meddling in others affairs. After Sarah recovered, they even tried to drive a wedge between us this time just because Simon got involved. They actually took the initiative to help Sarah treat her hemorrhoids. However, they have no idea what Sarah is like now. Simon was her everything at this moment. That treasure capable of releasing the scent of strawberries. How could Sarah possibly bear to let go? Sure enough, as soon as the two of them spoke, Sarah instantly exploded. What do you mean by that?
Sarah abruptly stood up from her chair.
The sudden movement tugged at her injury, making her gasp in pain and turn pale. But her anger made her ignore the discomfort. You think my smell is too strong? You think I'm in the way?
Weren't you the ones who said it smelled? Nice before, Sarah. It's not that we're blaming you, Alice tried to explain. We just think you've been looking uncomfortable while walking lately. Eating so much spicy and cold food isn't good for your health. and it could make your hemorrhoids worse. Yeah, exactly. Lily quickly chimed in, trying her best to put on a concerned expression. Look, you can't even sit comfortably, and it pains us to see you like this. Cutting back on irritating foods will help with recovery, and maybe the scent could become a bit fresher and more natural. She was trying to phrase the idea of reducing the odor as tactfully as possible. What do you know?
Sarah's voice grew sharp. This is Simon's favorite scent, a unique strawberry fragrance. Her tears came along with little hiccups. Right on. Q.
You're just jealous that Simon likes me.
Sarah grew more agitated as she spoke, her body trembling slightly. Fine, since you all think I'm disgusting, I'll let Simon be the judge. Sobbing, she quickly unlocked her phone and directly video called Simon. Her movements were so swift that Lily and Alice had no time to stop her. Sarah, don't. Alice's face changed. Are you crazy? Lily also panicked. The video call connected quickly. Simon's handsome face instantly appeared on the screen. Sarah, what's wrong? Simon's voice carried a hint of concern, seeing Sarah's tearful appearance. He slightly furred his brows. Simon, boohoo. Sarah's crying instantly turned both delicate and agrieved. Facing the camera, her tears float even more intensely. I'm so sad.
Lily and Alice said I'm disgusting and that my strawberry scent is suffocating them. Boohoo. They even forced me to eat less, hoping the strawberry fragrance you love so much would fade. She exaggerated the story, crying so hard she could barely catch her breath on the phone screen. Simon's expression visibly darkened. Oh, they said that Lily and Alice shook their heads and waved their hands desperately, wanting to explain, but were too intimidated by Sarah's crying and Simon's glare to form a complete sentence. We didn't. Alice tried to defend herself. Her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz. Simon, look at them. They still won't admit it.
Sarah immediately pointed at them accusingly, crying even louder. of Simon's gaze swept coldly over the panicked faces of the two roommates behind Sarah before finally settling on Sarah's face. "Don't cry, Sarah," his voice softened. "They don't know how to appreciate it. That's their loss. But to me, your strawberry scent is one of a kind. The doineering declaration plunged the dormatory into dead silence. Sarah hung up the phone, her sobbing ceasing abruptly. She wiped her tears, and not a trace of grievance remained on her face.
Only sheer satisfaction and a sense of victory were left. She cast a provocative glance at Lily and Alice, whose faces were ash, and I stood by, taking in the entire farce. I watched Sarah's twisted posture, distorted by arrogance, and saw how she took pride in that ticking time bomb that was rapidly growing. A wave of irony washed over me, Sarah. Enjoy these last moments. Enjoy the love you won with your fragrant strawberry farts. Be careful how you gain, for that is how you will lose.
After all, a balloon blown too big will always burst. Simon's confession of love completely ignited Sarah's passion. She no longer had any reservations and completely let herself go. Potato chips, spicy strips, and ice cold cola became her staple foods. And she was even willing to endure hardship for the sake of love when she walked. Her legs spled wider and wider. Her posture as awkward as a toddling penguin. Lily and Alice became complete ghosts in the dorm. They kept their mouths tightly shut, and every time Sarah waddled past, they would spring away as if avoiding the plague, even casting resentful glances at me. The dorm window was always wide open, but a faint scent of strawberries lingered in the room. Lily sent me a message. How can you still be so calm and calm? I sneered coldly. I'm just waiting for the day Sarah Blooms. On the eve of the campus festival, the air was filled with restlessness. In the dorm, Sarah was standing in front of the full-length mirror, repeatedly adjusting the newly purchased spaghetti strap dress. The skirt clung tightly to her waist and hips, outlining a top curve.
She had a good figure and always loved wearing clothes that accentuated it.
However, she had forgotten one thing.
Her hemorrhoids had grown to a point that could no longer be ignored. Today, Simon had a performance, and Sarah had prepared a big surprise for him. I counted the days in my previous life when I accompanied Sarah for her surgery. The doctor told us with relief that if we had come just one month later, the hemorrhoids would likely have burst. And that supposed one month later is roughly around this time now, with Sarah constantly provoking herself. All I have to do is sit back and watch the show. The school anniversary ceremony is held in the school's grand auditorium.
The ancient style auditorium was filled with people on the stage. Lights and shadows intertwined. The music was deafening and backstage was crowded with students waiting for their turn and changing costumes, creating a scene of bustling activity and noise. Sarah held a large bouquet of flowers, ready to wait until the end to give them to Simon. I found a corner near the door with an excellent view, making it easy to escape at any moment. Simon was wearing a simple white shirt, standing tall and straight, intently watching the proceedings on stage. Occasionally, he exchanged a few quiet words with the student council members beside him, his profile looking impeccably handsome under the lights. He was the host of today's school anniversary ceremony.
This was his moment to shine. Perhaps many years after graduation, he will still feel proud and honored when he recalls hosting today's event. So, he hosted with great seriousness. The moment the school anniversary ended, everyone in the audience applauded.
Enthusiastically, Sarah made a dazzling entrance amidst the applause. A sweet smile spread across her face as she picked up the flowers and walked solemnly towards Simon. Hearing the sound, Simon's eyes lit up. Suddenly, Sarah let out a sharp cry of pain. Her body instantly losing balance as she stumbled forward. Thinking she had twisted her ankle, Simon quickly stepped forward to catch her. At this very moment, a sudden change occurred. Hiss.
A sound like an explosion echoed through the microphone, spreading across the entire venue. Time seemed to freeze.
Simon stared blankly at Sarah. Before he could even react, an intensely dizzying, almost tangible strawberry sweetness exploded and spread like a shock wave.
This overwhelmingly cloying fragrance instantly and doineeringly overpowered all the sense of perfume, sweat, and cosmetics backstage, forcibly invading everyone's nostrils. Several people immediately covered their noses and mouths. But even more shocking than the fragrance was the large, vivid crimson stain that suddenly spread beneath Sarah. Everyone was stunned as they watched the scene unfold to Sarah, snapping back to reality, hurriedly covered her buttocks, but it was useless. Blood gushed out uncontrollably. Ah. A girl's heart-wrenching scream erupted from a corner backstage. Blood. So much blood.
Oh my god, what happened to her? Uggh.
What is that smell? It's so sickly sweet. How disgusting. Panic spread through the entire backstage area like a plague in an instant. The crowd erupted like a disturbed hornet's nest. Screams, shoving, chaotic footsteps, and the crashing sound of overturned tables and chairs instantly drowned out the music.
Simon's usual composure vanished in an instant. He looked at Sarah in his arms, unsure whether to let go or hold on tighter. A sliver of remaining reason compelled him to speak up. Sarah, what's wrong with you? Sarah's voice trembled with tears. My hemorrhoids, I think they burst. Simon froze abruptly. He instinctively looked down at his palm, now stained with warmth. Ugg. A heart-wrenching wretching sound violently erupted from the depths of Simon's throat. He could no longer pay attention to Sarah, bending over abruptly and dry, heaving violently onto the ground beside him.
His handsome face was filled with disgust and terror. Sarah trembled all over at the sight. Simon's gaze was even more unbearable than the excruciating pain coursing through her body. The light in her eyes suddenly dimmed, coupled with the recent massive blood loss. Her exhausted body and mind could no longer hold on. She collapsed like mud, falling heavily into the strawberry scented pool of blood she had created.
Completely unconscious, chaos reached its peak. Someone screamed for the school doctor. Others tried to maintain order while many more covered their mouths and noses in panic, stepping back as if afraid to get too close. I stood quietly in the shadows of the side curtain, taking in the absurd spectacle before turning and leaving Sarah. Is this the outcome you wanted by refusing the surgery? The thrill of revenge felt more subdued than I had imagined, like drinking a lukewarm glass of water. But at least this time, I wouldn't be held underwater and upon to drown. After returning to the dormatory, I packed up all my things and left. As graduation approached, I didn't want to cause any more trouble. After all, in my previous life, Sarah was capable of killing me without saying a word. In this life, in my opinion, Sarah's fate is even worse than in the previous one. Rather than guarding against a dog biting me, it's better to nip the danger in the bud.
Since that incident, Simon has broken up with Sarah, even though he really likes the strawberry flavor, he couldn't accept such a thing happening to him.
Moreover, because the hemorrhoids were so severe that they suddenly ruptured, Sarah also lost the ability to pass gas with a strawberry scent. After becoming an ordinary person, Simon found it even harder to love Sarah. Even when others mentioned her, Simon would get angry.
And because of that huge strawberry fart, Sarah was deeply remembered by everyone in the school. The counselor organized our class to visit Sarah. I happened to arrive just as the doctor was speaking to Sarah. Through the small window, Sarah was lying on the hospital bed, her face as pale as paper, her eyes red and swollen, clearly having cried for a long time. The doctor's expression was serious. His voice drifted through the window, reaching our ears intermittently. You must undergo surgery immediately. The current situation is already a severe infection. It may affect your bowel function in the future. So, you need to be mentally prepared. It is recommended that you inform your parents. As soon as he finished speaking, Sarah hysterically waved her arms. The needle was pulled out and blood streamed down the back of her hand. You're all lying to me. I clearly had the surgery a long time ago.
My hemorrhoids were removed by Tina before. How could they suddenly rupture?
A storm of shock surged within me.
Something's wrong. Sarah has been reborn. The instructor thought she had hit her head too hard and quickly stepped in to help the doctor hold Sarah down. I took a few steps back, hiding at the very back of the crowd, my lips bitten pale. She's mentally distressed and may need a psychiatric consultation, the doctor said, wiping sweat from his forehead. The students exchanged glances and whispered among themselves. Lily suddenly leaned close to my ear and asked, "Tina, was she calling your name just now?" I brushed it off with a laugh. I didn't hear clearly. Didn't the doctor say she's lost her mind? Then I quickly left the scene. Who knew? 3 days later, I received a text from Sarah.
Tina, can you come to the hospital to see me? I'm so scared. The same old trick. Every word dripping with pity, as if she wasn't the one who pushed me underwater. I stared at the phone screen, my fingers trembling slightly.
This is a trap, but I have to go. You can't stay on guard forever against someone who's always looking for an opportunity. I messaged the counselor saying, "Sarah seems emotionally unstable and might need professional psychological support." I sent the same message to Lily and Alice again. Sarah isn't doing well. Let's go see her together. Finally, I dialed Simon's number. Senior. Sarah keeps mentioning you. The doctor said, "Seeing you might help with her recovery." There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. I understand. After hanging up the phone, I let out a long sigh of relief.
Sarah, this time it's not a fight to the death. It's me living and you dying. The smell of disinfectant in the hospital was a bit pungent. Sarah, I called softly, holding the bouquet as I walked in. Sarah turned and recognizing me.
Immediately broke into a delighted smile. Tina, you're finally here. She warmly took my hand. I knew it. You're the only one who truly cares about me.
By the way, did you come alone? I pretended to pause for a moment. Meeting her hopeful gaze and spoke slowly. Lily and Alice will be here soon. Senior Simon might come too. Hearing that Simon would come, Sarah's eyes instantly lit up, then dimmed again. Her voice choked with tears. It's all my fault that day.
I wanted to give him a surprise, but now everything is ruined. I sat on the edge of the bed, gently patting her back, pretending to comfort her. "It's not your fault," she asked me with a sinister and puzzled tone. "Yes, Tina, why aren't you trying to persuade me to get hemorrhoid surgery in this life?" My heart skipped a beat. I quickly caught on and pretended to be confused. "Ah, what previous life! Are you still not fully recovered? Besides, you love that fragrant strawberry but so much, who would dare try to persuade you?" Sarah stared intently into my eyes as if trying to judge whether I was telling the truth. At that moment, the hospital room door was pushed open. Sarah, we came to see you. Lily and Alice walked in carrying a fruit basket followed by a reluctant looking Simon. Simon stood the farthest away the entire time.
Everything was calm until we were about to leave. Simon. Sarah suddenly called out to him, "Can I speak with you alone for a moment?" Simon wanted to refuse, but under everyone's gaze, he reluctantly nodded. We tactfully stepped out of the hospital room. As soon as the door closed, Lily rolled her eyes and said, "Stop pretending to be pitiful.
It's disgusting." I ignored their argument and quickly walked toward the nurses station, saying, "I'm going to ask when Sarah can be discharged. In reality, I was worried that her extreme temperament might cause problems. So, I went around to the observation window on the other side of the ward. Through the gap in the blinds, I saw Sarah grabbing Simon's hand and crying. It's all Tina's fault."
Simon frowned and withdrew his hand.
What nonsense are you talking about?
It's true, Sarah said excitedly. If she hadn't advised me to have surgery to remove my hemorrhoids. How could I have embarrassed you at the ceremony? Enough.
Simon took a step back. That's disgusting. These words pierce Sarah's heart like a knife. And her expression instantly twisted. What did you say? I'm telling you, Simon said, enunciating each word clearly. You disgust me. Let me make it clear. Without that strawberry scent, you are nothing to me.
Sarah was trembling all over and suddenly grabbed the fruit knife from the bedside table. I immediately rushed into the ward. It's too late. A cold light flashed and Simon let out a scream as blood spurted from his arm. Go to hell. Sarah hysterically raised the knife to stab again. All of you go to hell. The scene that followed was like a slow motion shot. I rushed forward and grabbed Sarah's wrist. She turned to look at me, her eyes filled with hatred.
You remember, don't you? Sarah screamed in my ear. You did it on purpose. I pressed down hard on her hand holding the knife. So what if I remember? Didn't you choose all of this yourself? I'm going to kill you. She struggled frantically. You're the one who ruined my life. Hearing this, I shouted, "Help!
Murder!" At the same time, I relaxed my strength, allowing the knife in her hand to cut through my sleeve and leave a bloody mark on my arm. When the medical staff and security guards broke in, they saw Sarah raising the knife to stab me.
She was quickly subdued and given a sedative injection, and I was so frightened that I collapsed on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
Simon's wound needed stitches, but it was not life-threatening. She has severe mental health issues, the doctor side as he presented the diagnosis. We recommend long-term hospitalization. A month later, I stood outside the visiting room of the psychiatric hospital. Sarah was strapped into a straight jacket on the chair, muttering to herself with a dazed look in her eyes. Simon, I love you so much, but you do you love me or my hemorrhoids? After a while, she spoke again. Tina, I was wrong. I shouldn't have blamed you. Please forgive me. The doctor shook his head and said to me, "She has her good and bad days right now. It seems like she's completely lost in her delusions." I watched her through the glass for a while, then turned and left. The sunlight shone on my face, warm and bright. Indiana her previous life. Sarah killed me over a love she never obtained in this lifetime. She was instead forever imprisoned by her own obsession. This is fair. I took a deep breath of fresh air. Ready to embrace a brand new life after hearing the second story above. What are your thoughts?
Feel free to share your opinions in the comments section. Next, there is another similar story. Let's continue to see. My roommate never takes a shower all year round, and a single armpit hair has evolved in her armpit. Whenever she sweats, that armpit hair emits a peculiar leachy fragrance. She proudly calls it armpit fragrance. As soon as she raises her arm, the scent of armpit fragrance spreads everywhere, dominating our nostrils, because her leuchy scent was becoming increasingly intense. The pungency gradually rivaled that of the Hawthorne flower. I simply couldn't bear it any longer. So, while she was asleep, I secretly washed her armpits after waking up. She was so furious that she actually plucked her armpit hair and shoved it right into my nose, choking me to death. If it weren't for you, I would have married the CEO soon. I just found out that my roommate accidentally fell into an online relationship with a doineering CEO, and the CEO loves the scent of Liuchi the most. The CEO promised that as long as my roommate could go without bathing for 49 months straight, condensing the most intense leuchy essence, he would marry her in a grand ceremony when I opened my eyes again. I had been reborn, seeing that my roommate is still lost in the fantasy of being with the seal. I've decided to let it be and wait for her armpit hair to grow thicker and thicker. Wow, what's going on? Everyone, look at this hair.
The moment I opened my eyes, I was jolted by a startled exclamation that made my head spin. The terror of being stabbed to death in my previous life instantly surged back. Who would have thought my roommate was talking about armpit hair? Little did I expect to be reborn back to this very moment. Wendy is over there making a big fuss. She excitedly raised her arm, showing off that extremely thick armpit hair. Come on, pay attention to me. I suddenly grew a heart-shaped hair so long and thick.
If you don't look now, you'll never get another chance to see it. Bella, who is closest to her, teased playfully. So, is this hair just for me to see, or can all the other sisters see it, too? As she spoke, she looked up and her gaze met Wendy's armpit right in front of her.
Instantly, her face turned pale with disgust. Wendy, are you insane? Who wants to see that? What else would grow under your armpit? Hemorrhoids. Crude, but true. But Wendy pouted with a grievance. It's different. My armpit hair is not the same as anyone else's.
You really have no appreciation for it.
After a pause, her expression suddenly turned serious. She looked around at us and said earnestly looking at it. I always feel a bit strange in my heart.
Weird. I kind of want to take a whiff after saying that under the stunned gazes of me, Bella, and Lucy. She abruptly lowered her head and buried her entire face deep into her own armpit, taking a big deep breath. Oh my god. She lifted her head and looked at us with delight. It's Luchi scented. My armpit hair smells like sweet Liy. Come here and smell it. The three of us gasped in unison. Holy crap. Lucy covered her nose and stepped back. That's disgusting.
Seeing that none of us wanted to smell it, Wendy rolled her eyes at us in frustration. TSK, none of you have any taste. It smells like luchi. This must be a gift from the heavens. Could this be the legendary armpit fragrance? As soon as the words armpit fragrance were spoken, the feeling of suffocation instantly surged into my heart, and I gritted my back teeth tightly. At this time in my previous life, Wendy found out that her armpit hair could actually emit a leachy scent. and as if possessed, she kept forcing us to smell it. Determined to prove it was true, I broke down and using the excuse of going out to buy something, turned around and left the dorm. After all, even if it's chocolate flavored [ __ ] it's still [ __ ] Later, I found out that she really had a magical armpit hair. All sweat passing through that heart-shaped armpit hair would emit a luchi fragrance. The thicker the armpit hair grew, the more intense the luchi fragrance would become with the added super bonus of not bathing. The sweat on her armpit hair can emit the scent of premium luchi on the surface. My roommate was completely won over by her luchi fragrance, but deep down she found it just as disgusting as I did. And secretly complained to me, "It's so gross. How can someone go?" So long without bathing, even the bed sheet has turned yellow. Oh my god, that luchy scent is everywhere. It's suffocating. Anna, you're in the bunk right across from her. How can you stand it? Exactly. Show some authority as the dorm leader.
Encouraged by my roommates, I fought back my disgust and secretly scrubbed Wendy's armpits clean while she was asleep. Who would have thought? Who would have thought? She woke up halfway through the scrolling. Never expected.
Never expected. The water turned yellow after washing. Who would have thought?
Who would have thought? Her armpit hair got plucked. Never expected. Never expected. I got stabbed to death by armpit hair. Only then did I realize that my roommates had known about the doineering CEO all along. They just wanted to get rid of the pungent smell and were afraid that Wendy might actually win him over. So instead of stepping forward themselves, they encouraged me to take the lead, having lived through this once before. As I watched Wendy, reveling in her newfound armpit fragrance and the two-faced roommates, a deep-seated hatred grew wildly within me. At that moment, Wendy's phone rang. After glancing at the screen, she immediately pushed me aside and spoke in a sickly sweet, high-pitched voice, "Hey, darling, what made you think of calling me? By the way, I have to tell you, I have a heart-shaped armpit hair, and it actually smells like luchi. It's so fragrant. Isn't that super cute? I swear in both lifetimes combined. I've never heard her speak in such a nauseating tone. On the other end of the phone, must be the doineering CEO she kept talking about in her previous life. No wonder all my roommates except me knew about this. I watched coldly as Wendy continued to act coetishly on the other end. Wendy continued to act cokeetishly on the other end of the line until after hearing something from the other side.
She let out an exclamation. George, are you serious? As long as I can last 49 days without bathing and developed leachy fragrance, you'll marry me in style. Watching her immersed in the phone call, her face full of longing. A plan began to take shape in my mind stand by and watch coldly. No, that would be letting them off too easily at this time. I'm going to add fuel to the fire, Wendy. Since you treasure your underarm fragrance so much and hope to use it to climb the social ladder and transform into a phoenix, then let it grow freely for the rest of your life.
Let it become thicker and longer. I'm curious to see what kind of doineering co would have such a peculiar preference. I lowered my head, hiding the cold smile that curled at the corner of my mouth. In this lifetime, I want to see for myself just how the leachy fragrance condensed from not bathing for so long actually smells. Did you hear that? As long as you treat me well, there will be plenty of benefits for you in the future. After hanging up the phone, Wendy raised her chin like a proud peacock and said, "Brother."
George just promised me that as long as I go without bathing for 49 months, he will marry me. When the time comes, you'll all be my bridesmaids and I'll give each of you a big red envelope.
What? The George you mentioned is that Mister Green from the Green family in the capital. Bella widened her eyes in surprised. Lucy was so excited that she jumped up. Is that the mister? Green, who can bring down a company with a single word and holds the economic lifeline of our entire city. Wendy nodded proudly. The expressions of the two instantly changed from disdain to fawning. Oh my, Wendy, what you have growing there isn't armpit hair. It's clearly a love line. Bella, who had been hiding the farthest away just moments before, rushed forward in a flash and took a deep breath right next to Wendy's armpit hair. Elegant. Truly elegant.
Look at that shine, that thickness, that one-of-a-kind heart shape. It's practically a work of art. Not to be outdone, Lucy pushed me aside and squeezed to the front, gazing devoutly at that heart-shaped armpit hair.
Fragrant, so incredibly fragrant. One whiff invigorates the mind. One sniff prolongs your life. Green's taste is truly unique. Wendy, you must be the reincarnation of the fragrant concubine.
But I keenly noticed along with Wendy's trembling. That scent was already beginning to change. The next second, Wendy cast a triumphant gaze toward me.
The lessons from my past life were still vivid in my mind and without hesitation.
I chimed in with praise. Oh my gosh, Wendy, you're so lucky to be noticed by someone like Mr. Green. Wow, this is a blessing I couldn't even dream of in several lifetimes when you become Mrs. Green. Please don't forget about me."
After saying that, I glanced with concern at her armpits. Since that's the case, as a congratulatory gift, I'll personally knit a warm cover for your armpit hair. Wendy, measure the length of your armpit hair later and send me the dimensions. Anna. Wendy was so moved she could hardly contain herself. She rushed forward and hugged me tightly, instantly enveloping me in the scent of her armpit fragrance. You're the most thoughtful. I'll measure it right now once I marry into the green family thanks to my hair. I'll definitely give you a big villa. Bella and Lucy saw that I had snatched the top prize. They exchanged a glance, a flicker of regret flashing in their eyes. Wendy, just keeping warm isn't enough. Bella reacted quickly. immediately rushing to say, "I know a friend who does high and massages. I'll go ask if I can learn a set of massage techniques. Once I master them, I'll massage your armpit hair every day." Yes. Yes. But we're still missing the most crucial part. Lucy's mind worked rapidly as she immediately added, "This armpit fragrance of yours is a symbol of the future, Mrs. Green.
It needs a dedicated nutrient solution.
I'll get some essence that promotes hair follicle growth. I guarantee that after 49 days, you'll radiate the strongest leachy fragrance.
All over, Mister Green will fall head over heels for you at first sight and vow to marry no one but you." Amid the fierce competition among the three of us, Wendy was completely swept away as if she could already see herself in a wedding dress. Walking slowly down an aisle strin with leuchy pedals under George's affectionate gaze, she took a deep, intoxicating breath and waved her hand with grand ambition. Great, great, you are all my dear sisters. Once I marry into the green family, I'll give each of you a villa. The wind from her arm movement scattered the scent of luchi everywhere. Under relentless nurturing, Wendy's underarm hair grew with astonishing speed. It grew thicker and longer. Even Wendy's armpits couldn't close because of it, and that armpit fragrance underwent a dramatic transformation. The faint, elusive sweetness from the beginning had long since changed its scent, so sweet its clawing. The dormatory became a disaster zone. At first, Bella and Lucy could still force a smile by clinging to their dream of Wendy marrying into a wealthy family. But eventually, they couldn't hold on any longer. Especially Bella, who had initially boasted so confidently, now found herself burdened with the heavy responsibility of massaging armpit hair, and her expression was even more pitiful than crying. They began to find all sorts of excuses not to return to the dormatory.
Behind the scenes, Bella and Lucy once again, just like in their previous life, secretly came to find me.
Anna, do you smell that? The odor is getting stronger. After I gave her a massage yesterday, I washed my hands three times and the smell is still there. Bella cried with a distressed face. Her eyes filled with red veins.
Lucy also covered her chest, looking as if she were suffocating. It's not just my hands. I feel like my whole body has been marinated in it. If this continues, forget 49 months. I won't even survive 49 days. Anna, you're the dorm leader.
You have to think of a solution. Their eyes were full of expectation, exactly the same as when they had egged me on in their previous life, having learned from the lessons of my past life. How could I possibly be the one to stick my neck out again, looking at their anxious faces, I sneered inwardly, and now you realize it's a death warrant. Too late, I blinked innocently. Ha! What are you talking about? I think it's fine. I even exaggeratedly sniffed hard. Isn't it just leachy scent? How fragrant and sweet. Seriously? For Wendy's happiness, what's a little smell? Just bear with it and it'll pass. Bella and Lucy were left speechless by my words, looking at me as if I were a monster and I waved my sleeves, hiding my achievements and fame. Perhaps because I was choked to death by that armpit hair in my previous life. This time around, I seem to have developed a super immunity to it.
Feeling awesome yet Wendy unexpectedly felt the urge to take a shower on her own. It turned out that George had taken the initiative to invite her to meet earlier due to not bathing for a long time. Wendy's hair had become so greasy it could practically be used for stir frying. Her once fair and delicate skin was now covered in a thick layer of grayish white flakes and especially around her joints. Thick calluses had formed from the buildup of grime. What made her even more panicked was that when she practiced making faces in the mirror to prepare for meeting George.
She was horrified to find her complexion salow and dull with not a trace of the youthful girl she once was. She looked exactly like a homeless person who had just crawled out of a garbage dump. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, then glanced down at the stray hair peeking up from under her arm. For the first time, she began to question George's taste. Um, she said hesitantly.
Do you think I should maybe take a shower? Bella and Lucy's eyes instantly lit up at these words. Wash. We absolutely must wash. Wait, then what does my previous life count as? Does it count as my bad luck? Before I could even get angry, Wendy started agonizing again. She grabbed her hair in frustration, but George just asked to meet me if I wash and the leachy scent disappears. What if he doesn't want me anymore? Thinking of this possibility, she shook her head vigorously. No, no, I can't wash it. Bella and Lucy, who had been excited just moments ago? Also fell silent. It was as if they could see the legendary red envelope flying away. Lucy said cautiously, maybe you should endure it a little longer. Wendy, it's not too late to wash it after you marry into a wealthy family. As she spoke, she quietly nudged Bella with her elbow. and Bella nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, it's not a big deal to wait a couple more days. Just wipe it off." Instantly, disapproval washed over my face. I quickly walked over to Wendy and grabbed her hand. Wendy, what are you thinking?
Taking a bath. Just wiping it off.
Absolutely not. I was deeply distressed.
Have you forgotten what General Green said? 49 months, not a single day less.
Pointing at her delicate and adorable heart-shaped armpit hair, I showed a regretful expression on my face. Look at it. This is the symbol of love between you and Mr. Green. If you wash it now, even just wipe it. Do you know what that means? It means all your previous efforts are in vain. It means you've personally destroyed your own happiness.
Think about it. When Mr. Green is waiting to see you, with deep affection, and you because of a little lack of confidence, let the long-awaited armpit fragrance disappear. How disappointed would Mr. Green be? I held her hand tightly, my sincerity almost frightening. Wendy, hold on. Think about it. Why would fate only give you luchi scented armpit hair? It's deliberately giving you a chance. If you wash it off, you'll just become ordinary. What Green loves is the current you with your one-of-a-kind armpit fragrance. After hearing me out, Wendy looked down at that strand of her armpit hair. Her expression gradually shifting from hesitation to confusion and then to ferve. Soon, her expression became incredibly resolute. You're right. She suddenly lifted her head. I almost let the judgment of the world deceive me.
Washing it off would be a betrayal of our love. I won't wash it. I'd rather die than wash it. I want to let Mr. Green see what a true leachy fragrance really is. Under Wendy's fervent gaze, I slowly revealed a smile. In just 10 days, she end. George will meet. Could George really fall in love with this nine times refined armpit hair scent to prepare for the formal meeting with George? Wendy reignited her fighting spirit. Not only did she completely abandon the idea of taking a bath, but she also set higher standards for the three of us. Anna is the new thermal sleeve ready. Lately, when I sleep at night, I feel like my armpit fragrance is catching a chill. The scent isn't as rich as before. As she spoke, she anxiously stroked that Lone Sprout. I immediately brought out the new thermal sleeve. It's been ready for a while.
Wendy, try it on quickly. I guarantee it'll help your little fragrant hair thrive. Bella's armpit hair massage was also in full swing. Everyday, she would put on three layers of masks along with a gas mask, using trembling fingers to perform professional care on that heart-shaped armpit hair. The nutrient solution that Lucy obtained was of utmost importance. Everyday, Wendy would carefully apply the nutrient solution to the roots of the little fragrant hair, murmuring under her breath, "Grow, grow, my precious, for our future. For George, under the loving care of the three of us, the little fragrant armpit hair lived up to our expectations, visibly swelling and lengthening at a remarkable pace. Originally, the armpit hair had only grown to the point of poking out from the armpit. But now, that single strand had extended like a small misshapen heart-shaped magic wand, slanting out from Wendy's armpit, almost reaching down to her waist. And that armpit fragrance now smells more like an overripe luchi that has even begun to ferment and rot. The cloying, nauseating leuchy scent is so intense, it feels almost physically aggressive. Anyone passing by Wendy would be tainted by this smell, and it wouldn't wash off no matter how much they tried. In private, Bella and Lucy were filled with despair.
Bella, I feel like a salted fish already marinated to perfection. Just give me a rinse and I'm ready to eat, Lucy. Wendy has become absolutely unbelievable lately. Can Green really handle her? Is that really the Green we know? Did we get the wrong person? Me? Sh. Don't say that. Wendy's persistence is our blessing. Think about the big villa. We just have to endure a little longer.
Finally, on the day Wendy was scheduled to meet the doineering CEO after a commotion, the roar of a car engine grew from a distance and eventually stopped right below our dormatory building. It's George. He was driving an incredibly eye-catching mirror-l like black stretch limousine. And he slowly walked towards us. Countless girls crowded by the window, craning their necks and letting out screams. Wendy, your green is here.
Hurry down. Bella covered her nose while excitedly cheering Wendy on. and Wendy took a deep nervous breath, straightened her chest, and walked downstairs by step just like a female warrior heading to the battlefield. With every step she took, that overbearing Liy fragrance spread around her with her movements.
Bella, Lucy, and I exchanged glances and followed closely behind. We were both the bridesmaids and witnesses of their brave underarm hair love. The exciting doineering CEO Meet and Reed had arrived. Downstairs at the dormatory beside the luxury car, a man with a face as if carved by a knife, impossibly handsome, was standing there waiting for Wendy. In that moment, it felt like an eternity. Wendy excitedly rushed toward him, that heart-shaped armpit. Hair fluttered in the wind inside the sleeveless dress, I noticed that the moment George saw Wendy appear, his bra furrowed almost imperceptibly. Lucy, on the other hand, stared at the doineering CEO for a while before suddenly murmuring to herself, "What's going on?
I suddenly feel like eating handshaved noodles." Wendy was still immersed in excitement, chattering happily to the doineering seal. Brother George, look, I didn't let you down. This armpit hair hasn't been washed even once since. It grew out. Isn't the luchi fragrance so rich? As she spoke, she raised her arm instantly. The overpowering scent of the ultimate edition armpit fragrance surged forth and aggressively wafted toward George's exceptionally handsome face. At that moment, time stood still. George's perpetually icy and stern expression.
Finally, it's cracked. The butler witnessing the scene. trembled with excitement, tears streaming down his face, and shouted with all his might behind Wendy, "Miss, you are the first woman to make the Yanm laugh." And George, intoxicated, closed his eyes, seizing the moment when Wendy raised her hand, buried his face into the source, emitting the intense leuchy fragrance, and greedily deeply inhaled a large breath. His lung capacity is astonishingly large. I feel like all the air around me has been sucked away by him. This is absolutely true love over there. After finishing his moment of ecstasy, George took out a handkerchief and elegantly wiped his mouth. This is top tier lung filling, the ultimate enjoyment. Snapping back to reality, he finally noticed us, who were utterly stunned. You're Wendy's roommates. I heard you've been keeping Wendy's armpit hair company all this time. The three of us exchanged glances. Could it be time to reward us for our merits? Bella and Lucy nodded excitedly repeatedly. George immediately waved his hand backward and a burly bodyguard jogged up, knelt on one knee, and respectfully presented a green payment QR code with a cold and doineering tone. Since you've breathed the premium fragrance produced by my fiance, it's not too much to ask you to split the bill, is it? Our three roommates along with several other girls who were curiously peeking around, all froze as if under a spell. The doineering boss waved his hand casually as if bestowing a great favor and said in a condescending tone, "Fine, consider this dose of celestial energy a welcome gift. It's on me, but from now on, you're not allowed to freload anymore."
Bella and Lucy's smiles froze on their faces. "What kind of decent person would want to smell that? I thought I could get some credit for supporting the rising star, but who would have thought this doineering cos's logic would be so bizarre, he even had the nerve to charge them instead?" said. Wendy didn't object at all. She snuggled shily next to George. Her voice as sweet as honey.
George, you're so good to me. But my roommates have been really kind to me.
Shouldn't we give them a discount? After all, they've been taking care of little one for me. Everyday, George nodded with restraint, his gaze sweeping over the three of us with a condescending air.
Well, since you're Wendy's sisters, you're naturally my friends, too. In the future, I'll give you an insider discount on Wendy's fairy aura. 20% off.
20% off. Bella's lips twitched and Lucy turned pale, nearly fainting on the spot. They had endured the discomfort of massages and nutritional supplements for the sake of that elusive villa, and now they had to pay for every whiff of this so called Fairy Aura. They'd rather do without it. I fought back the urge to roll my eyes. Wendy was still touched on our behalf. Brother, you're so good to me, even giving my roommates a discount.
Before meeting you, I was actually worried that you might not like the scent of underarm fragrance. Upon hearing this, George covered her mouth in shock and said, "Wendy, my darling, don't say such nonsense. I absolutely adore your scent. It was only after meeting you that I understood why others are called common and vulgar." He took another deep breath and continued, "49 months. No, that's too short. For the sake of your enchanting fragrance, I'm willing to wait a hundred years." Wendy was so overwhelmed by this heartfelt confession that she felt almost dizzy with happiness. Her mind filled with the thought, "George loves me so much.
Underarm fragrance is truly a heavenly scent. And Bella, Lucy, and I clearly saw the inhuman fervor and obsession in George's eyes. It wasn't love. It was more like a pathological collector's obsession. Having encountered the long-desired piece for his collection, George didn't stay any longer. He took one last affectionate look at the thick heart-shaped hair peeking out from Wendy's armpit, then instructed the butler, arranged it immediately, purchased Wendy's bedroom at a high price, and converted into a top tier armpit hair care room. ensure Wendy's armpit fragrance can continue to grow in the most perfect environment. He turned to Wendy, his tone so gentle it could drown a person. Wendy, for the sake of our love's fruit, I'm afraid you'll have to endure not bathing for a while. After all, any interference from impurities would be a desecration of this heaven-scent fragrance, I will assign someone to take care of you and it around the clock. He pointed at Wendy's armpit. Wendy was already completely enchanted by George's words. She nodded like a chickpacking at Rice. Um, George, I'll do whatever you say for our future.
Not bathing for a little while is nothing. I wouldn't even mind never bathing again in my life. George smiled with satisfaction, stroking Wendy's cheek. Once the leachy fragrance has fully developed, I will come to marry you, my fianceé. After saying that, he fiercely kissed Wendy's armpit hair and then turned to leave. The engine roared as he drove away, leaving a doineering armpit fragrance lingering downstairs in the dormatory for a long time. The entire dormatory building having witnessed everything was completely a buzz. Oh my god, Green's taste is so unique. Is Wendy's ancestral grave smoking with good fortune? No, it's emitting the fragrance of lies. Look, Green's people are really heading to the principal's office. Bella and Lucy turned pale, looking at Wendy being treated like a rare treasure by the two caregivers and then at the envious and jealous gazes around them, their eyes filled with despair. Anna. Bella grabbed my arm, her voice trembling. Did you hear that? He's going to renovate our dorm and with dedicated supervision. Isn't that 24-hour surveillance? What are we going to do? The thought of living under such an intense leachy fragrance and strict monitoring made her feel suffocated.
Lucy was on the verge of tears, too.
Exactly. And he even wants us to split the cost for the body odor treatment.
Who would want that? Let's apply to change dorms as soon as possible. We can't stay in this place any longer. As I watched Wendy being escorted upstairs by the crowd, I actually smiled. Things aren't that simple. I don't believe someone like George would inexplicably fall in love with ordinary girls like us. I didn't forget how George instinctively frown just now. The more exaggerated he was, the more I felt that Wendy had something to gain from him. But when it comes down to it, the only thing special about her is her underarm fragrance. Could it be? After reacting, I coldly pushed Bella away.
I'm not changing. Then my tone shifted.
Don't be naive, you two. The underarm hair grew so well before. Thanks to both of your help. If you leave now and something unexpected happens to the underarm hair, or if Wendy's mood is affected, if I remember correctly, both of you come from working-class families.
I wonder if you can withstand Mr. Green's retaliation. Only then did they snap back to reality, and Bella even burst into tears. What should I do? If this continues, my nose will be ruined.
I pretended to casually express envy.
Ah, I really envy Wendy. She naturally has leachy scented underarm hair. Why aren't we so lucky? But I always feel that what Green likes isn't Wendy herself, but that strand of hair. After saying this, I realized I had spoken out of turn and quickly covered my mouth, giving an awkward smile. Oh my, listen to my careless mouth. What nonsense am I talking? Besides, even if it were true, that hair wouldn't transfer to us. Bella and Lucy were unusually quiet, as if they had fallen into deep thought. It seems I've already planted the seed. I just don't know if it will grow into a towering tree. After returning to the dorm, I ignored Wendy and the others directly opened my computer and searched for the newly registered company under George's name. Sure enough, in the latest business registration information, I noticed a clue. George has recently registered several companies one after another, all of which are involved in the research and development of flavors, fragrances, and high and perfumes. Something's not right. It's important to note that the Green family has always focused on the real estate economy. So, why would they suddenly change industries? In my mind, that heart-shaped armpit hair emitting a strong fermented luchy scent inappropriately came to mind. Could it be that George's real goal is to extract the fragrance from Wendy's armpits as a perfume ingredient? If that's the case, everything makes sense. His tolerance for Wendy, his obsession with that strand of hair. And even signing a contract to marry her only if she doesn't bathe for 49 months. It's not deep affection at all. But a meticulously planned business scheme. No one gets up early without a reason.
Wendy thought she had found her love, but in reality, it was just a cunning plot by the doineering CEO. A chill ran down my spine, but soon something even more bizarre happened. I thought my words would only make them dislike Wendy even more. But I forgot one important thing. They had been in this environment for so long that their minds had already become unhinged. Just as Wendy was humming a little tune, ready to happily go see George. Lucy made her move. She pinched that thick, heart-shaped underarm hair between her fingers and gave it a fierce yank. Ah. Before Wendy's scream could fully escape her throat. Lucy, with a crazed laugh, had already viciously inserted that still warm, intensely leachy scented hair into her own smooth underarm, blood seeped out. But she felt no pain, only frantically pressing on that patch of skin. Soon that strange underarm hair continued to grow in Lucy's armpit as if it had taken root. The dormatory fell silent for a second. Immediately after, Wendy's loud wailing could be heard. My hair, my hair. Wendy slumped to the ground, staring at her empty armpits and wailing. George won't want me anymore.
I'll never marry into a wealthy family.
Meanwhile, the culprit raised her arm, inhaling deeply with intoxicated delight at the forcibly transplanted armpit hair. No. The leachy fragrance belonged to her under Bella's shocked gaze, the two caregivers acted as if nothing had happened. Moving from Wendy's side to Lucy's, "Let's go, Miss Mister Green is still waiting for your date." After Lucy was escorted away, only Wendy's heart-wrenching sobs and Bella's stunned gaze remained in the dormatory. I stared at the pool of blood on the floor and suddenly realized something terrifying.
George's people witnessed the entire robbery, but had no intention of stopping it. My guess was indeed correct. Bella's eyes were fixed directly on Wendy's empty armpit. So, as long as we have that hair, the rest goes without saying. It has nothing to do with that strand of hair. Wendy snapped, lifting her head abruptly. Brother George loves me. He's just temporarily bewitched by Lucy. I quietly took a step back, watching my two roommates spiraling into madness. Feeling a wave of nausea in my stomach. George doesn't care at all about who possesses that strand of hair. He loves whoever can continuously produce the spice he needs, but my roommates are acting as if they are possessed at that moment. The phone suddenly vibrated. It was a photo Lucy sent to the dorm group chat. In the photo, she was wearing an elegant gown and George was affectionately kissing her armpit hair. The caption read, "Thanks Wendy for taking such good care for so long. Wendy was absolutely furious when she saw the photo. I'm going to kill her. I stopped. Wendy.
Wendy, calm down. Have you ever thought about why Green's attitude toward you changes so quickly? It's my fault for not protecting our love. It's only right that he punishes me like this. No, it's not your fault, I said firmly. He doesn't love anyone at all. He only loves that armpit hair that produces fragrance. Today it could be Lucy.
Tomorrow it could be anyone. As long as they have that hair, he loves them.
Wendy froze, staring down at her empty armpits before letting out a bitter, chilling laugh. So, what am I? Just then, the dormatory door swung open abruptly, and Lucy returned with the caregivers. The two caregivers announced expressionlessly, "Miss Wendy, Mr. Green has ordered you to switch places with Miss Wendy, please proceed." Wendy collapsed to the floor as if her soul had been drained from her. Bella stared intently at her own armpit, her gaze gradually becoming fanatical. Sure enough, before Lucy could revel in her triumph for long, Bella took advantage of her shower time to dig out that precious leuchy like armpit hair and frantically stuffed it into her own armpit. "Are you insane?" Lucy screamed, clutching her painfully throbbing armpit. "But Bella seemed bewitched.
It's finally mine. From now on, I Bella will be the one Green loves the most."
Looking at these people, I really couldn't continue watching the show on impulse. I barged directly into George's private office, seeing me enter. George raised the corner of his lips slightly.
What? Miss Lynn, are you also here to tell me that smell went to your place?
But it seems you don't have that scent on you. I don't want to argue with him, so I get straight to the point. Mr. Green, if you keep indulging them like this, sooner or later, someone will end up dead over that single hair. George doesn't seem to care. Survival of the fittest. As long as what ends up in my hands is intact. I don't care about the process, I sneer. But with all this swapping of armpit hair, who can guarantee it will still be in good condition? Besides, you promise to marry them when the time comes, giving them half of your assets wouldn't be a wise move. I suggest you know when to stop.
George's face changed color, and he repeatedly agreed. But I still spoke a step too late. Everything that followed was beyond my control, although the underarm hair disappeared due to the rejection reaction from the forced implantation of underarm hair. Bella and Lucy's body suddenly began to rapidly deteriorate and fail. and Wendy. Upon learning that George had only ever coveted that single hair and had never loved her at all. Facing her reflection in the mirror, a face she could never restore, the suppressed resentment, humiliation, and the madness of complete disillusionment instantly shattered her sanity under the pretense of the armpit hair. She stormed into the Green Corporation building and in front of everyone plunged a knife deep into George's chest. She was quickly arrested by the police and was never seen again.
When I went back, the entire dormatory was unexpectedly left with only me all alone. Only a faint elusive fragrance of Liuchi reminded me that I wasn't dreaming. George was dead. Wendy, Lucy, and Bella each had met their end in their own tragic ways. I am the only survivor left. Those who stop at nothing to achieve their ends will ultimately be consumed by their own goals. Yet, I still stand here bathed in the sunlight after hearing the stories above. What are your thoughts? Feel free to share your opinions in the comments section.
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