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The next morning, the bag of trash still stood defiantly at my doorstep.
The smell had fermented overnight, becoming even more pungent.
Unbelievable.
I held my breath as I stepped outside to go to work.
All day long, I pondered how to retaliate.
Should I just throw it back?
Too lowbrow, not in line with my style.
Contact the landlord?
That would probably just lead to a muddled resolution.
To deal with someone like this, one must use magic to defeat magic.
On my way home from work, I made a special detour to the supermarket to buy some "tools."
When I returned home, the bag of trash was still there.
Wang Jie's door was tightly shut, likely because she knew I couldn't do anything about it.
How naive.
I put on disposable gloves and a mask, holding my breath.
Carefully, I picked up the garbage bag that exuded a demonic aura.
It felt heavy, and the contents were quite substantial.
I didn’t rush to deal with it.
Instead, I returned to my room to retrieve my "secret weapon."
Then, I stood in front of Wang Jie's door.
I listened for any sounds inside.
Hmm, she was playing a game, the speakers blaring loudly.
Good.
I took a deep breath (the air outside the mask).
I hung that sticky, foul-smelling garbage bag—
directly, neatly, and precisely—
upside down on her doorknob.
Yes, upside down.
The opening faced downward.
The liquid inside slowly dripped down the door panel,
creating a strikingly visual modern abstract painting.
I even “thoughtful” secured it with a piece of string to ensure it wouldn’t fall.
After doing all this,
I made a swift exit from the scene.
Back in my room, I locked the door and took off my gear.
I let out a long sigh of relief.
Perfect.
Not ten minutes had passed.
A thunderous wail erupted from next door.
"What the hell is that!"
Then came the sound of items crashing to the floor.
Followed by Wang Jie’s furious shouts and the frantic banging on the door.
"Lin Xi! Get out here!"
"You sick pervert! Are you out of your mind!"
I dug into my ears.
Calmly, I opened my computer.
Well, let’s binge-watch a show tonight.
Let him smash away; he’ll stop when he gets tired.
The door was broken?
Perfect, I’ll take some photos as evidence and make her pay.
Wang Jie’s banging and shouting lasted about half an hour.
Then, it fell silent.
She probably got tired of cursing or maybe she was afraid of being reported for disturbing the peace.
What a coward.
I took off my headphones, and the world became quiet.
The next morning, I went to work feeling refreshed.
When I returned home in the evening, I opened the fridge to grab a bottle of soda.
My hand just touched the cold bottle when I paused.
I had left half a bottle of cola yesterday; why was the mouth of the bottle… sticky?
There was a faint scent of... laundry detergent?
What the hell!
Could this guy have added laundry detergent to my Coke?!
Although it wasn't much, this move was just too disgusting and underhanded!
Truly a lowlife!
I silently took out my phone and snapped a close-up of the Coke bottle.
Then, without hesitation, I tossed both the bottle and its contents straight into the trash.
Alright, Wang Jie.
You've successfully lowered my expectations to a new low.
Since you want to play dirty, don't blame me for what comes next.
That night, I ordered a bottle of what was advertised as "biochemical weapon" grade stink spray online.
It was non-toxic and harmless, but the smell was overpowering.
The seller swore that with just one spray, nothing would survive within a ten-meter radius.
Good things should be shared with a "good roommate."
After waiting for two days, the package finally arrived.
I timed it perfectly for when Wang Jie left for work.
Wearing an N95 mask, I slipped into her room.
Wow, it was even messier than I had imagined.
A wave of a distinct, nerdy scent hit me.
Not bothering to take a closer look, I took out my "biochemical weapon."
I sprayed it evenly on her pillow, blanket, slippers, and that pile of unmentionable clothes in the laundry basket.
I used just the right amount; the effect was outstanding.
Before retreating, I "thoughtfully" closed the door behind me.
Hidden Accomplishments and Fame.
That night, Wang Jie returned home.
I perked up my ears to listen to the sounds coming from next door.
First, there was the sound of the door opening.
Then, a few seconds of silence.
Followed by—
"Ugh—!"
A heart-wrenching retch.
"What is that smell! Damn it! Ugh—!"
Accompanied by violent coughing and the sound of things being knocked over.
I couldn't help it and burst into laughter, hiding behind the door like a goose honking.
Is the effect really that pronounced?
Before long, my door was pounded with a thunderous noise.
"Lin Xi! You little vixen! Was it you who did this?"
"If you have the guts to poison, then you should have the guts to open the door!"
Oh, so you know it was me, huh?
Looks like your brain hasn't been completely fried yet.
I leisurely put on my headphones.
Not listening, not listening, just a fool chanting scriptures.
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