Why Not Find a Ghost for a Boyfriend?

[This turns into the author's diary of rambling thoughts as soon as the story is finished!]

Lu An got a boyfriend in college. He looked all right, but he was far too chauvinistic and kept trying to manipulate her.

She had just learned the term “PUA,” because her boyfriend said that taking a part-time job outside campus for 300 yuan a month was something she did for the sake of their relationship.

Lu An, an uploader who earned 3,000 yuan per ad, thought: No need.

Lu An liked to sing in a low register, but her boyfriend insisted she sing out loud in her natural voice. He also said that she sounded bad when she put on a cutesy voice.

Lu An set down the microphone, took a sip of milk tea to soothe her throat, and said, “Let's break up.”

She liked her cutesy voice. Not only would she sing in it, she'd even break up in it!

Lu An had no idea her ex-boyfriend was such a terrible person. After they broke up, whenever she got even a little close to someone, that person would be bombarded with messages from her ex.

[D: [Photo] [Photo] I was dating her with her before you even knew where she was.]

[D: She even wrote me a whole essay for my birthday. Want to see it?]

[D: Has she ever sung for you? No, right?]

Lu An clenched her fists.

Afraid of getting tangled up with a lunatic, those people all distanced themselves from Lu An without a word.

Used to being a lone wolf, Lu An simply rented a place near campus.

The place was nice, but it was always chilly. The cushions on the sofa kept ending up on the floor, and food kept disappearing from the fridge.

Lu An suspected a burglar had broken in.

But no burglar was as terrifying as her shameless ex, who called late at night to ask whether she'd ever loved him. Someone nearby was trying to talk him down, saying he was drunk.

“No.” Lu An was fed up. “Don't call me again.”

She was even thinking of changing majors.

As she pondered, she seemed to hear an eerie voice by her ear: “I'll go take care of him for you!”

Lu An turned and saw a pretty child pretending to look fierce. They seemed only seventeen or eighteen, yet deliberately lowered their voice to speak.

“That's how ghosts talk!”

Theme: Cut your losses in time.