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My Perfect Roommate
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As I leaned in for a closer look, I couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow!"
"1. To ensure the quality of rest for all roommates, the use of the shower in the bathroom is prohibited after 10 PM."
"2. The common areas must be cleaned daily on a rotating basis, with the standard being spotless. Please refer to the attached schedule for details."
"3. Personal items in the refrigerator must be labeled; mixing flavors is strictly forbidden, and leftovers cannot be kept overnight."
"4. Visitors must be reported one day in advance, and overnight stays by guests of the opposite sex are generally not allowed."
... There were about ten rules in total, signed by Wang Jie.
I couldn't help but smile; did this girl think she was the dormitory manager?
Or did she believe this shared apartment was her family's property?
Especially that rule about "no showers after 10 PM," which felt tailor-made for someone like me who often worked late.
I opened our shared group chat and, sure enough, Wang Jie had already tagged everyone.
"@Everyone Please read and adhere to the 'Code of Conduct' to create a harmonious living environment together!"
There was even a Word document attached.
In the chat, two other girls reacted—one sent a shivering emoji, while the other went completely silent.
Could I count on them?
Forget it; if they could endure it, I certainly could not.
My fingers flew over the keyboard as I fired back.
"@Wang Jie Hey girl, this is our shared apartment, right?"
"Did we agree to these rules?"
"No showers after 10 PM? So am I supposed to wash up at work since I get off at 9:30?"
"Is there still a visitor registration? My friend comes to visit me and I have to apply to you?"
"Are you joking?"
As soon as the message was sent, Wang Jie’s profile picture lit up.
"@Lin Xi, what do you mean? I'm doing this for everyone's good!"
"Why can't you just follow the group rules?"
"If you think it's inappropriate, you can move out!"
Great, a classic line from the roommate version of "if you're unhappy, leave."
I scoffed.
"Sorry, but I pay rent too, and I won't give up any of my rights."
"If you think it's inappropriate, why don't you move?"
Wang Jie stopped replying with texts and called me directly instead.
I hung up.
She called again.
I hung up again.
Fine, time for a blocking spree—consider it done.
The world became quiet.
I got up, stretched lazily, and grabbed my pajamas.
It was eleven o'clock; time for a shower.
The day after confronting Wang Jie, everything was calm.
I guessed she was probably just an online keyboard warrior.
Later that afternoon, another roommate, Xiaomei, who had a decent relationship with me, sent me a message on WeChat.
"Xixi, did you have a fight with Wang Jie?"
"I'm telling you, that person is really strange. She had a huge falling out with the last roommate who moved out."
"You should just bear with it. Don't confront her directly; she has no boundaries."
I looked at Xiaomei's "advice."
No boundaries?
Isn't that a coincidence? I'm actually the best at dealing with people who have no boundaries.
In fact, I was a bit curious about how this would play out.
Could it be that deep down, I'm a hidden masochist?
Ugh, no way.
After work, I dragged my exhausted body back to our "harmonious and beautiful" rental apartment.
As soon as I opened the door...
Huh? What is that smell?
A pungent odor, a mix of spoiled food, rotten vegetable leaves, and some unidentified liquid hit me like a wave.
I almost passed out on the spot.
Taking a closer look...
Good grief.
Right at my room's entrance stood a large black garbage bag, perfectly placed.
The bag's opening was not tightly secured, and the contents within were faintly visible.
Beside it, an unknown liquid dripped steadily.
This scene was too beautiful for me to look at.
Even a thought with my toes would tell me who was responsible.
Wang Jie, huh? Impressive.
Can't handle an online battle, so you went straight for the real-life confrontation, huh?
Alright, you've got guts.
This grudge is officially sealed.
I didn’t knock on her door.
Nor did I explode in the group chat.
Silently, I took out my phone.
I filmed that bag of "biological weapons" from every possible angle.
I even set up a recording.
Then, calmly, I walked around the bag and returned to my room.
I closed the door and locked it.
I put on my noise-canceling headphones.
Game on!
Let me take a moment to think about how to return this "gift."
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