She, in that crowded dormitory, lived a life like a salted fish, QAQ, dead, fat, otaku, two, dead otaku! Games, watching TV shows, chewing on hands and hands. Having small dreams but no great wisdom, oh, he should be a struggling salted fish. Ever since she saw the boy who was like a treasure, with eyelashes that could swing, she put down the Onmyoji in her hands and paused the idol drama on the computer, no! She needs to study! Be excellent!