I Met □□ in the Garbage Dump

I have severe mysophobia. On the first day of school, I used half a pack of alcohol wipes before I could barely sit down. And the school bully, who was famous throughout the school, rushed in smelling of sweat, sat down next to me, and left two gray-black fingernail marks on the table. I retched on the spot and washed my hands frantically with cold water. In the evening, I returned to the spotless rooftop loft, only to find the school bully leaning against the door frame, shirtless, sizing me up, and twitching his lips: "Oh, the noble young master actually rented my shabby loft." He leaned down and his hot breath hit his face: "You can't even pay my rent, can you?" I was so disgusted that I couldn't even utter a word. Later I discovered that the easiest way to shut up He Ye was to kiss him directly. ------ Poor student with obsessive-compulsive disorder x landlord who takes over the shabby school A quick short story, hey hey hey. Intention: Go against the current and persevere