Here is the translation: Source: "This is the first time, isn't it bad?" "What are you thinking?" "I..." "Me?"
Here is the translation: Source: "This is the first time, isn't it bad?" "What are you thinking?" "I..." "Me?"
I was 22 years old, a senior in university, and I had always excelled academically. My goal was to pursue graduate studies. However, my mother had different plans. She believed that getting a university degree was enough for a girl and that I should get married while I was still young.
So, under her arrangements, I started going on virtual blind dates before even graduating, exposing me prematurely to the ups and downs of adult life.
To escape this situation, I decided to break free from my mother's control and support myself by working part-time and renting my own apartment.
After browsing through rental apps, I finally found a decent apartment. Although it was a three-person shared rental, the room available was on the top floor and, most importantly, it was located on campus.
Following the address, I arrived at the graduate student apartments. I had heard that graduate students often lived in mixed-gender dorms. The thought of it made me shiver.
I knocked rhythmically on the door of a standalone apartment, and it was opened by an upperclassman. To be specific, he was so strikingly handsome that I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement from head to toe.
Seeing this eye-catching upperclassman in front of me, I couldn't help but swallow hard, wiping away the drool that that nearly slipped out. I feigned a gentle demeanor and said, "Hello, I'm here to rent a room." Then, as if on impulse, I raised my hand and slapped it against his chest.
The upperclassman stared at me for a few seconds, glanced down at his chest, and then turned his sharp gaze back at my face.
I awkwardly smiled, quickly retracting my hand as if it had been hit with a wave of excitement, and whispered, "Sir, your chest muscles are really firm."
He continued to stare at my face, expressionless but with piercing eyes. Just when I thought he was about to say something, he stepped aside slightly, allowing me to enter the apartment.
As soon as I entered, I looked around. The decor was simple yet comfortable and cozy.
Suddenly, a door opened, and a tall and handsome guy with a bright smile rushed out, wearing slippers, striding towards us.
I lowered my head, secretly delighted, wondering what kind of luck I had stumbled upon to end up in a den of charmers. This rental was worth every penny; I would be surrounded by handsome guys every day, living the dream.
The handsome guy who came out asked, "Who's this pretty lady?"
The upperclassman who opened the door raised an eyebrow, saying, "Your new roommate."
The tall guy then gave me a tour of the house, and I was very satisfied, promptly saying, "I'll move in tomorrow."
The upstairs bedroom had its own bathroom, and since the upperclassmen lived downstairs, there was no inconvenience. The rental arrangement was settled smoothly and happily.
The upperclassman who opened the door was named Mathew Davies, the president of the university's literary club, living in the main bedroom downstairs. The tall guy was Wesley Miller, the captain of the school basketball team, living in the downstairs side room.
At this moment, Wesley was holding my hand, enthusiastically introducing himself, "Mathew and I are best friends, both in our final year of grad school, and we're the dashing, wealthy bachelors everyone talks about."
I nodded frequently with an awkward yet polite smile, wondering if he was hinting at something.
Just as the atmosphere was becoming pleasant and friendly, Mathew glanced at Wesley and said coldly, "You talk too much." With that, he turned gracefully and walked away.
I couldn't help but marvel at how different the their personalities were.
Wait a minute... Mathew was the president of the literary club? If I moved in, did that mean my chances of joining the literary club were secured? As the saying went, the closer people were to the source, the greater the benefit. I must seize this chance.
So, I eagerly followed Mathew, flashed a sweet smile as I reached out and said, "Mathew, I'm Lilia Dawson from the Department of English. My articles have been quite popular on the campus forum recently. I look forward to your guidance in the future."
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