I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

Lin Yan, holding the roster, walked past Xiao Ya and looked directly at Su Hong, who was huddled in the upper bunk.

Xiaoya's smile froze for a moment. She took a step to the side, which blocked Lin Yan's view of Su Hong.

"Dormitory supervisor, all four of us in our dorm are here."

"I'm Xiaoya, and those are Li Li and Zhang Ting."

Xiaoya pointed to the two people on the bed, then lowered her voice, seemingly very considerate, not wanting to embarrass her roommates:

"As for Honghong... she has a somewhat eccentric personality and usually prefers to be alone."

"She's been under a lot of stress lately, and she often fantasizes about things that don't exist. She's also been getting angry with us a lot."

"Please don't mind, we are usually very tolerant of her."

If a naive, straightforward man heard these words, he would probably immediately think that Xiaoya is a kind, understanding, and tolerant roommate.

Su Hong, who was huddled in the corner, was an incomprehensible lunatic.

But this is a preemptive, morally high-sounding rhetoric used by "green tea bitches" to smear the target.

Trying to show off one's limited skills in front of the patriarch?

Lin Yan looked at Xiao Ya's seemingly sincere face and sneered inwardly.

This girl is too low-class; he didn't even want to engage with her. He casually reached out and pushed her aside, as if shooing away a fly blocking his way.

Excuse me.

Lin Yan strode to the lower bunk piled with clutter, looked up at Su Hong, who was huddled on the upper bunk, her eyes cold yet filled with a hint of surprise.

"classmate."

Lin Yan waved the roster in his hand, speaking in a businesslike tone:

"The fourth name on the roster was obscured by ink and was no longer legible."

He looked into those pure black eyes and raised an eyebrow slightly:

"Could you please tell me your name again?"

Faced with Lin Yan's question, Su Hong, who was huddled on the upper bunk, was clearly taken aback.

Even though it's just asking for a name, even the most socially awkward person can manage to say it with a little effort; it's just a matter of a few words.

But in this cramped and oppressive dormitory, no outsider ever pays attention to Xiaoya, the thoughtful girl, who is labeled as an oddball and is considered an outsider.

Su Hong tightened her grip on the blanket, her clear black and white eyes fixed on Lin Yan, her voice cold and aloof, as if trying to keep him at arm's length:

"Su Hong, Su as in Suzhou, Hong as in red."

Senior, you're really at a disadvantage with that voice. Even if someone really wants to help you, they'll be driven away by your coldness.

"The name sounds nice."

Lin Yan rewrote those two words next to the blot of black ink on the roster.

"However, Su Hong, since your name is so beautiful, why is the handwriting on the roster so badly scribbled over?"

Lin Yan turned around, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Xiao Ya's face, which was already on the verge of breaking down.

"If the dormitory management office can't match the records, it will affect your graduation credits."

Xiaoya's eyes immediately turned cold, but she quickly put on an innocent expression again.

"Oh dear, dorm supervisor, you've misunderstood. Honghong made it dirty by accident."

Xiaoya stepped forward, her tone regretful but actually accusing, trying to secretly shift the blame.

"That's just how she is. She's usually careless and will blame others when she breaks things."

"We were just helping her find the ink bottle she lost."

After saying that, she secretly winked at her other two roommates.

Li Li, who was on the bed, immediately chimed in, saying that this person was rather lowbrow and sarcastic.

"That's right! She never even cleans her place. Her own desk is a mess, like a pigsty, and she always makes our things dirty too."

"It's just that Xiaoya has a good temper and is willing to play with her."

"Yeah, she also often talks to herself in the middle of the night, it's terrifying."

"Hey dorm supervisor, don't be fooled by her pitiful look."

Zhang Ting chimed in, and the three of them worked seamlessly together, instantly forming a strong alliance.

Lin Yan suddenly felt a pang of emotion. No wonder they say bullying is hard to stop; even if you save someone once, it will happen again.

The person who gets bullied is naturally not the one who speaks first.

The term "right to speak" has been overused for so long that it no longer evokes any particular feeling when we see it, but it is truly important.

No matter where you are, from global affairs to petty squabbles in the marketplace, the arguments all revolve around these three words.

The senior student gave up from the very beginning.

Three against one, verbal abuse and moral blackmail, effectively sentenced Su Hong to death.

Sloppy, withdrawn, and somewhat mentally ill.

But they're messy because they're using other people's tables as trash cans.

Being aloof is simply a matter of personality. It may be detrimental to survival, but it's perfectly fine if you just want a peaceful life.

The label of "mental illness" is an unfounded and baseless claim, akin to a eunuch going to a brothel.

Su Hong sat on the upper bunk and did not refute.

Or rather, she had long been accustomed to this kind of encirclement and suppression.

She simply buried her face in the blanket, as if as long as she didn't see or hear it, these malicious acts wouldn't hurt her.

In Lin Yan's eyes, the three girls' tricks were not only clumsy, but their smugness about it was also disgustingly stupid.

"Yeah?"

Lin Yan closed the roster and gave a sarcastic laugh.

He turned his head and looked at Xiaoya's face, the contestant who maintained a delicate and light makeup even before going to bed.

"You must work very hard, student?"

"Not only do they have to take care of their own daily needs, but they also have to answer all of Su Hong's questions."

"This habit of excessively interfering with your friends' private space can be suffocating."

Xiaoya was speechless, her face turning ashen. Her fake smile froze on her face, like a clown's mask.

Su Hong finally raised her head. She had been huddled in bed the whole time and hadn't looked at Lin Yan properly since he entered the room.

Nobody has ever said that.

No one dared to bring this up in front of them.

Everyone thought that Su Hong was introverted, didn't like to talk, and relied on Xiao Ya, which was perfectly normal.

Only Lin Yan, the school janitor who had been inside for less than five minutes, glanced at it and tore off the paper.

Lin Yan's attack doesn't seem to be over yet.

"However, since you're being so kind..."

"So, Xiaoya, you said she got the ink dirty herself, can you explain that to me...?"

Lin Yan pointed to Xiao Ya's right hand.

"Why are there ink stains under your best friend's fingernails?"

Xiaoya's face turned pale instantly, and she subconsciously pulled her hands behind her back.

"I...I accidentally got some on my hands while I was looking for her ink bottle!"

She argued illogically.

"Oh, so you're looking for an ink bottle and somehow manage to scribble someone else's name all over the roster?"

Lin Yan gave her no chance to breathe, pressing closer and closer, his voice loud enough to be heard throughout the entire corridor:

"And you guys said her desk is a complete mess, like a pigsty?"

"I just glanced at it, and there were Dior lipsticks and Chanel perfumes on that table."

"What, these things are now standard equipment in schools?"

"Or are you well-meaning roommates just in the habit of piling your things on other people's desks and then turning around and accusing them of being messy?"