My Roommate Has Two Faces, and I'm Calculating the Utility Bills

At one o'clock in the morning, Chen Zhou took off his headphones and heard a completely unfamiliar voice coming from next door. It was his roommate's voice. The man who had to say "hello" twice during the day before he could speak fluently was now saying with determination and calmness: "Welcome to "Midnight Asylum", my name is Wanwan." Chen Zhou thought for two seconds and came to a conclusion: She was probably watching a show. —— After three months of looking at houses, nine rating sheets, and countless logical deductions, Chen Zhou just wanted to find a quiet, worry-free roommate with a cheap rent. He found it. The price is: from now on, he has to use 365 reasonable explanations to convince himself that nothing happened.