There Is No Normal Person in Our Dormitory

I moved into a dormitory full of "pretenders." Roommate A is a retired child actor who hides from passers-by every day. Roommate B is the heir to a mysterious organization, and his snack box is full of family heirlooms. Roommate C is a big V with 3 million followers, and her private messages can go around the world three times - but she doesn't dare to reply. And I, an ordinary college girl who wants to lie down, awakened to the ability to read minds on the first day of school. Now every day I: Acting for A ("Is the guy wearing the hat my roommate? No, you made a mistake") Help B hide the treasure ("What is this key? The head of the can opener") Help C as customer service ("Your paintings are really healing - I replied to this one for her, she was afraid") And, every time you hear what they are saying, pretend you didn't hear anything. They think they are the ones who hide it best. They don't know, I know all their secrets. My name is Lin Kaixin. There is no normal person in this dormitory. Including myself.