There is a kind of person in the world who is born unlucky. Unfortunately, I am that kind of person.
Although it is very unlucky, just look away. I just felt sorry for my new roommate, because he was helplessly assigned to the same dormitory as me. In his words, I have never been so unlucky in my life. The most unlucky thing is that I live in the same dormitory with you.
OK, I'm sorry for you~~ But I didn't mean it. I can assure you that although it is a bit dangerous to live with me, you will definitely not die~~ Don't worry~
But strangely, when I'm with him, I don't seem to be so unlucky. ． ． And he seems to have never been unlucky because of me. Why is this happening? I'm very curious~~~