The Sequelae of Professional Households

My roommate for four years in college gave me a nickname: I love being a professional. When I study, my major comes first; I do art, which is vivid and colorful; I make money and make a lot of money; I work in various professions and never fail. Only this time, I accidentally killed someone. The most terrible thing is that I accidentally killed the wrong person. I made a professional mistake and quickly chopped my hands.