>On the first day of school, I kicked open the dormitory door and saw Fu Zhizhou.
>"Bad luck."
>He was throwing my toothbrush into the trash can: "It's still too late to get out now."
>Three years ago, I broadcast a recording of him criticizing the school leaders to the loudspeakers of the whole school.
>He changed the name of my project to "How to Make Fu Zhizhou Love Me in Bed".
>At this moment, he pinched my chin and sneered: "The recommended spot is given to you, but the roommate spot is given to me?"
>I grabbed his collar with my backhand and pushed him toward the window: "Either we live together or we die together."
>He suddenly relaxed and pressed me into the bed: "The third option——"
>"Try the topics in your PPT?"
Intention: From mutual torture to sympathy