I Was Discovered by My Roommates as a Sleeping Aid

You Meng is in a book, and his roommates are all the protagonists of flower market novels. On the first day after entering the dormitory, You Meng was severely humiliated by the protagonists. In the forced pornographic video, the rich second-generation school bully who is nearly two meters tall and has the same height as RMB 2,580,000 is aggressive and aggressive. Roommate A looks at him up and down and sneers, "How did you get in, such a skinny and short weakling?" In the yandere h story, the slender and gentle student council president attacks roommate B with a slight smile on his lips, but his eyes behind his glasses are cold. "I'm sorry, I really want to renew our friendship with you, but it seems that you have to improve your grades or else you have to move out of the dormitory." In the campus H-text, the cool and handsome school bastard roommate C looked at him with disgust, and the sleeve he touched gently shook, "I don't like people touching me very much." In the np article, if there is soup, just drink it. A passerby who is 1.8 Meters tall and a poor sports student attacks You Meng "..." His face was red with humiliation, he lowered his head and clenched his fists, he could bear it! I was always annoyed by my roommate, but when I went out for a walk, I noticed that every step of the way, there was a mosaic of "…" It is indeed a flower market and its name is well-deserved. Later, You Meng couldn't hold on any longer, so he carried his roommate on his back and went into the sea. In fact, he is just a sideline ASMR. Compared to his roommates, he is still a bit more ethical. You Meng has been doing live broadcasts for a while and feels that the money is very easy to make. As long as he makes imaginative sounds according to the fans' ideas, he will receive a steady stream of rewards. He is very satisfied. There was just something wrong with his roommates. The grumpy little A grabbed his waist and sunk his face into his neck and shoulders, "Brother, it smells so good, and the voice sounds so nice." The perverted little B pressed his cheek against his hand and kissed his fingertips with his lips, "Does Xiaomeng hate licking? Can I lick Xiaomeng?" The cold little C pushed him into the corner, his eyes were dark, he grabbed his hand, and his voice was hoarse, "touch it, baby, it hurts here, please help me, please?" You Meng was in a daze, as if he had passed through an NP novel. Guide: Author xp, I don't know what's the point. Concept: People are not static