My roommate is sensitive, petty, and extremely possessive. When I saved a seat for another classmate, she cried, complaining about why I would save a seat for someone else and not her. In the cafeteria, the lunch lady gave me one more piece of meat than her. She reported the lady for negligence, causing the woman to lose her job. Even when my boyfriend wanted to come home with me for the holidays, she kept making things difficult. She claimed she had never been to a nice house and insisted on pitifully tagging along. Once we got there, she treated my parents like servants, making them wait on her hand and foot. She even asked my boyfriend to warm her bed. It all ended on my birthday. I treated my roommates to a hotpot dinner. Because I didn't serve her food personally, she flipped the boiling pot. She disfigured my face. During the ensuing struggle, I fell. I died. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn. I was back on the first day of freshman year, the day she walked into our dorm. 01 While we were eating, my roommate, Tina, suddenly threw her chopsticks on the floor. She buried her head in her hands and started wailing. "What is wrong with you now?" My boyfriend, Ken, couldn't help but raise his voice. Tina pouted, her eyes red rimmed. She looked at me with pure grievance. "Lynn, why did you skip me when you were serving the food just now? I waited until the meal was almost over, and I didn't get a single piece of tripe. Do you all look down on me that much?!" The more she spoke, the more victimized she acted. Huge tears rolled down her cheeks. My grandparents couldn't bear to see the younger generation cry. They quickly flagged the waiter. "Two more plates of tripe, please." "Child, don't cry," my grandma soothed. "It was our oversight." My parents were baffled. But having been tormented by her for the first three days of the holiday, they were somewhat used to it. They sighed, having no patience left to coax her. This scene happened at my birthday party. My family was happily eating hotpot and singing songs. My boyfriend had just cut the cake for me. The roommate who had insisted on following me home for the holiday ruined everything. She flipped the table. The spicy, boiling beef tallow splashed directly onto my face. I jumped up, screaming in pain. Through the agony, I realized everyone else was fine. The pot had been pushed specifically in my direction. I couldn't speak. I just covered my face while my parents and grandparents frantically called for an ambulance. Ken couldn't take it anymore. "Tina, are you crazy?! We treated you like family! It’s one thing to be a nuisance every day, but now you want to kill her?" Tina showed no remorse. She sat opposite us, arms crossed, staring coldly. "It's not like I haven't been burned by oil before. Relax, it won't kill her!" She sneered. "Doesn't she have a happy family and a perfect life? Why does she get to look down on me? Why didn't she serve me food?" I finally snapped. The pain and the frustration exploded. "Get out! Get out of my house right now! From now on, we are strangers. I'm applying to change dorms the second school starts!" 02 Hearing that I no longer pitied her background, no longer sympathized with her poverty, and would no longer tolerate her... Tina's expression turned evil. She rushed at me. Slap. She hit me hard across the face. My parents and Ken were downstairs dealing with the bill or waiting for the ambulance. No one was close enough to help. My grandparents tried to intervene, waving their frail hands to stop her. Tina screamed recklessly, "You said you would be good to me! You broke your word! You deserve this retribution!" I was stunned by the slap. My face, already blistered from the scald, throbbed with unbearable pain. My grandparents were over eighty years old. "Young lady, why are you hitting people?" they cried out, trying to pull her away. But how could two elderly people withstand the shove of a young woman used to farm work? One was pushed to the ground. The other clutched his heart, breathing rapidly. "Medicine... medicine..." I trembled with rage, tears mixing with the oil on my face. "Tina! You eat my food, wear my clothes, use my things, and now you hurt my family? You have no conscience! You deserve every beating your stepfather ever gave you!" Hearing me mention her abusive stepfather, her face twisted. She lost all reason. She reached out, her hands closing around my neck. I wasn't as strong as her. She forced me back toward the stairwell. We struggled. I lost my footing. I fell down the stairs and died on the spot. ... When I opened my eyes, Tina was dragging a woven plastic bag through the dorm door. She looked shy, cautious. I was making my bed on the lower bunk. She had dark skin and a small frame, but she carried a massive package. She whispered, "Classmate, I'm afraid of heights. Can I have the lower bunk?" Seeing I didn't react immediately, she added, "If not, that's fine. I shouldn't have asked. Sorry." Her voice faded like a dying mosquito. At that moment, I knew. I was reborn. I was back on the first day of freshman year. 03 In my previous life, I was too kind. I treated her too well. That's why she took advantage, thinking she was entitled to everything I had. In this life? Absolutely not. I didn't even turn my head. "Sorry, I'm afraid of heights too. Ask someone else." She persisted, ramping up the pity act. "Classmate, I'm from a village. I've never lived in a tall building or taken an elevator. I get scared as soon as I'm high up. Please, I'm begging you." Before I could speak, Gloria spoke up. Gloria had short hair, a sharp tongue, and slept on the opposite top bunk. She jumped down and landed lightly on the floor. "If you're so precious, why live in a dorm? Go rent an apartment. You can have a living room and kitchen all to yourself." Gloria was straightforward. In my past life, her lack of empathy almost caused Tina to jump out the window in a fit of depression. I was the one who pulled Tina back. I was the one who comforted her. Because of Tina, the other roommates isolated us. I stood by her. And she repaid me with murder. In this life, I decided to cling to Gloria. She would be my voice of reason. Before I could say anything, sobbing filled the room. Tina squatted on the floor, burying her face in her knees. She looked miserable. Just then, our fourth roommate, Vanessa, walked in. Vanessa was beautiful, wealthy, and had perfect grades. She usually kept to herself. In my last life, she didn't fall out with Tina until Tina stole her mother's vintage haute couture gown, ruined it, and tried to sell it online. That’s when Vanessa moved out. I looked at Vanessa. She was the rich queen bee I needed to help deal with Tina. I smiled at her. "Hey, why don't you take this lower bunk? The door is drafty, and you look like you get cold easily." Vanessa looked at me suspiciously, then at the crying girl on the floor. She was smart. She wouldn't take sides until she knew the score. And honestly, she disdained getting involved in our drama. 04 Hearing that I would rather give the bunk to the princess-like Vanessa than to a poor villager like her, Tina snapped. She ran out of the room crying, acting as if she’d been bullied. When she returned, she brought our Resident Advisor (RA). The RA frowned at us. "How can you discriminate against a classmate? You're college students. Tina is from a rural area, yes, but she hasn't done anything to you. I expect you to get along." Gloria crossed her arms. "Who bullied her? You need evidence for accusations." "Is whatever she says the truth? If she says we killed someone, do we go to jail tomorrow?" The RA wasn't expecting freshmen to be this tough. She softened her tone. "Look, you're all roommates now. It's fate. Take a step back and compromise." Tina thought she had won. She nodded eagerly at the RA. "Yes, Senior Sister is right!" She turned her teary eyes to Vanessa. "Classmate, please. Can I have that bunk? I'm terrified of heights." It was a classic moral kidnapping. Vanessa looked at Tina, then at the RA staring expectantly. Vanessa came from a wealthy family; she feared no authority. She reached into her designer bag, pulled out a stack of cash—two thousand yuan—and threw it at Tina’s feet. "Go see a doctor." Tina's face twisted in rage. "What do you mean?!" Gloria chimed in perfectly. "She means if you're sick, go to the hospital. Don't try your guilt trips on us. We're not buying it." I almost applauded. I decided right then: Gloria is my best friend in this life.
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