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I remembered how I used to share my daily life with him, and his responses were always just "Hmm" or "Oh." It turned out, it had always been one-sided on my part. My nose tinged with sadness, and tears streamed down my face.
"I'm sorry..." I murmured, lowering my head to wipe away the tears.
Through my blurred vision, I saw Qi Chen standing there for a moment before turning to leave. The sun set, and dark clouds gathered overhead.
I hurried back to the dormitory and found Cheng Xiaoyue curled up with a curling iron, eating spicy strips while binge-watching a show. I finally broke down in tears.
"Sister Qi— I think I just experienced a breakup..."
Cheng Xiaoyue looked bewildered. "When did you even start dating?"
"Huh?" I gazed at her through tear-filled eyes.
"Wow—Sister Qi—" I buried my face in her arms and cried again.
Later that night, I lay in bed, wiping my tears and thinking about how to face Qi Chen the next day. I decided to ignore him, eat everything in his fridge, and then return to the dormitory.
But when I opened my eyes, all I saw was the sky-blue bed canopy of the dorm room.
???
Had the mutual experience card expired? Wasn't it supposed to last seven days? Why did it end after just five?
As I stared blankly at my messy hair, my phone on the bedside suddenly vibrated with a WeChat message.
Wuli A Sheng: "You stayed up late again?"
Qi Chen had sent a message.
I held my phone tightly, my fingers slowly typing out a few words: "No, it seems like the mutual experience... has ended."
Qi Chen didn't reply.
I sat on the bed, my mind a chaotic mess.
To be honest, this inexplicable body swap had brought too much trouble for everyone. Especially for Bai Yueguang and my roommates, it was nothing short of a disaster. Bai Yueguang, that delicate little cat, woke up every day in a strange environment, having to endure three women fussing over her—it was like a nightmare.
Although they could enjoy free cuddles with the cat, they also had to work hard to keep my secret, engaging in a battle of wits with the dormitory supervisor. If I returned late, they would have to clean up the litter and cat fur for me, even skipping classes. This was also why I wanted to move out and share an apartment with Qi Chen—I didn’t want to burden them any longer.
Perhaps... letting things end here was the best choice.
"Let’s just leave it at that," I messaged Qi Chen. I saw the chat box display "Typing..." for a long time, but in the end, he only replied with one word.
"Okay."
Tears finally streamed down my face; I covered my mouth, trying not to cry out loud for fear of waking my still-sleeping roommates. This time, it felt like I had truly experienced heartbreak.
I never expected my alcohol tolerance to be so low—really. After messaging Qi Chen on Saturday, I lay in bed all day. It wasn’t until evening that Cheng Xiaoyue noticed I hadn’t gotten up to eat and saw my eyes swollen like walnuts.
Then, Room 206 held its third dorm meeting.
The themes of the first two meetings were "How to Stop Cheng Xiaoyue from Snoring While Sleeping" and "How Often Should We Empty the Trash Can in the Bathroom?" This time, however, was the most serious yet—"How Hu Keyan Can Recover from a Breakup."
Cheng Xiaoyue and the others accompanied me as we vented our frustrations about Qi Chen for an hour, pounding our chests and promising to introduce me to a new boyfriend within half an hour. In the end, we lamented together about our dormitory's four single girls for another two and a half hours.
By the end of the meeting, everyone got excited, changed into their spaghetti strap dresses and sparkly makeup, and planned to hit the club. However, we were stopped at the dorm entrance by the dorm supervisor and had to return to our rooms in defeat.
Before going to sleep, we made a pact to meet at Oscar Bar at 9:30 PM the next night, no matter what. As expected, I woke up on Sunday morning still lying in my bed. Initially, I had no intention of going out dancing. After all, Monday was just around the corner, and the first class was Old Guo's Marxist Philosophy Class; missing attendance three times would result in failing the course. We had already been marked absent once due to our outfit swap.
But in the end, I fell for Song Ya's provocation.
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