Synopsis: Shen Cong'an thinks his roommate might be a total nutcase. In the middle of the night, the guy wakes him up to say there's a rotting stench in their room. After they get off the school bus, he tells Shen Cong'an that there was a hand with a mouth on the bus, and insists that their nice teacher, An Han, isn't human. What kind of roommate is this? What the hell, should I kill him?
A few friendly reminders:
1. Slightly autistic top x incurably crazy bottom
2. The author's imagination runs wild, so there may be twists. Read with caution.
3. Slight mystery, lighthearted tone, a little horror.
4. If you don't like it, click away. If you insult my son, don't blame me for firing back.
5. This story is a very slow burn.
The author's completed story: On the Self-Cultivation of a Cannon Fodder
The author's new story, please add it to your favorites: A Thousand Ways to Get Divorced the Right Way
Theme:
I'm so angry. I want to send you glass shards, washboard remote control, and gravel. It's killing me.·??`(>▂<)??`·.
I want to send you a razor blade_(: 3∠ )_beat me to death
Congratulations on the ending, spread the flowers ~ Same as above, the sadistic extra story also gave me the urge to send the razor blade →_→
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh feeling feeling feeling and feeling, where is my blade! Where is my eight-hundred-meter sword! Ahhhhhhhhh, author, you can't do this T^T!
I wonder who could enter their room without hurting them?
Hateful people must be pitiful
Abuse... Shivering
I like it very much, thank you for the great article ^_^?
This explanation is quite satisfactory... But I prefer that they both had the same dream.
So it's not a fantasy... Mengxin is shivering. Jpg I was confused by the divine unfolding in front of me.