One day, my roommate lamented in front of me: My unlucky life could be written into a novel.
So, with the beauty of adulthood in mind, I used my half-incomplete memory to regard my roommate as a "history of blood and tears" and the strange things in life.
Here are the bits and pieces of records for everyone to enjoy in their spare time.
Instructions for entering the pit:
① In view of the fact that every strange incident occurs purely by accident, this article is updated very irregularly, so please be cautious when entering the trap.
②There is no connection between chapters, just skip and read. Therefore, this pit cannot be called a "pit". You come in and go out, go out and come in again, and it is completely muddy and has no water.
③This article is neither autobiographical nor semi-autobiographical. Most of it is fabricated. When the false is true, the true is also false, and when the true is false, the false is also true.
④Please refuse to pick up the list and refuse to sit in the designated seats! If there is any similarity, it is purely due to fate!