When I stood at the door of dormitory 302 with my suitcase stuffed with luggage, I thought the first lesson of the semester was "How to Make a Bed" - until I opened the door and was almost dazzled by the smell of perfume and five skirts of different styles.
The cool school beauty is correcting her paper in front of the computer, with high-mathematics textbooks stacked on the corner of the table; the vitality sports school beauty has just finished wiping off her sweat, and the sports headband is still hanging on her wrist; the sweet girl school beauty is arranging the dolls, humming campus folk songs; the royal sister school beauty is ironing her shirt, and the buttons are dazzling; even the art department school beauty has an easel propped up on the balcony, with the unfinished dormitory window view on the canvas.
"Um... Is this 302? I'm a new mover here." My voice broke the subtle silence, and the next second I was pulled by the sweet school beauty to sit on the edge of the bed: "Finally someone is here! The five of us have been crowded for two days, and we thought the dormitory manager forgot to make arrangements!"
So, on the first day of school, my daily life changed from "looking for a bed" to "fighting for a wardrobe with five school beauties", "copying notes for top students", "accompanying the sports department for a morning run", and "working as a model for art students".
Who would have thought that what was originally an ordinary college life would start in a dormitory filled with five girls? And those little secrets hidden behind textbooks, paintbrushes, and sportswear seem to be slowly surfacing as we get along day and night...
Reader comments
It's a bit interesting at the beginning, but then it's just copy and paste.
It's a bit interesting at the beginning, but then it's just copy and paste.