My impossibly popular roommate was bound to a Health System. She was the one staying up all night binge-watching shows, while I was the one exhausted to the point of collapse.
She and her boyfriend stayed up all night clubbing and gaming online,
while I fainted in the library and threw up, my head pounding unbearably.
After I recovered, I became famous at school. The confession wall was full of sarcastic, snide posts,
and a poor student from the dorm next door came to my dormitory building,
saying it was disgusting how I put on an act as a model student every day just to steal scholarship money.
My boyfriend broke up with me, then turned around and confessed to my roommate:
"Look how pure and innocent Yufei is. She blushes when I hold her hand! You're such a fake, scheming woman. You make people sick."
When I told the doctor what I suspected, they treated me like I was insane and admitted me to the psychiatric ward.
In the end, my roommate played a drinking game with her friends, mixing baijiu with cephalosporins, and I died.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my roommate put her hair in twin ponytails and set herself up as the campus darling.
