On the first day of freshman year, I excitedly brought local snacks to share with my new roommates. But as soon as I finished introducing myself, my three roommates suddenly pushed me out the door, resolutely refusing to share a room with me. They even dragged the Resident Advisor into it. The RA had no choice but to scramble and coordinate a new room for me. But the moment I arrived at the new room, before I could even wheel my luggage in, I was met with fierce resistance from the new roommates. They wouldn't even let me in the door, claiming they'd rather drop out than live with me. I was completely baffled, thinking someone had been spreading rumors about me. But I'd never offended anyone. I scoured the class group chats, campus forums, and confession pages, but found nothing about me. I asked other classmates. They were friendly one minute, but the moment I mentioned becoming their roommate, their faces changed instantly. Yet no one would tell me why. 1 "Sir, we absolutely refuse to be his roommate." "Yeah, if I have to room with him, I'm dropping out." "This..." Seeing his persuasion falling on deaf ears, the Resident Advisor looked at me helplessly. "Sorry guys, can you at least tell me why?" "I'm really easy to get along with. I lived in dorms in high school, I promise I'm not high-maintenance." I carefully grabbed one of the students, hoping he'd give me a reason. He just glanced at me and shook off my hand. "No reason. We just refuse to room with you." I leaned against the doorframe, looking at my homeless luggage, feeling like I was about to break down. I've always been introverted and quiet. Although I don't have many friends, I've never made enemies. I didn't understand why, in a new city, a new school, facing complete strangers... Everyone was so resistant, refusing to be my roommate. "Sorry, Julian. I really can't find anyone willing to room with you right now." "The school doesn't have single rooms. How about you stay in a hotel for now, and I'll try to coordinate another room for you?" "Don't worry, maybe there's just a misunderstanding. It'll clear up once people get to know you." The RA patted my back soothingly. Right, did someone say something about me? The RA's words reminded me. I immediately checked the class group chat, the school's online forum, and the confession wall. I scrolled to the bottom but found nothing about me. Besides, I was the only one from my high school to get into this university. There shouldn't be anyone here who knows me, let alone badmouths me. Just as I was racking my brain, someone called out to me in the classroom. "Julian, what a coincidence! You're in my class?" I looked up and saw the first person I met at this school, Zack. I met him on the way to registration. He had low blood sugar and almost fainted. I gave him a drink and some bread just in time, which helped him recover. We were busy moving luggage then, so we just exchanged contacts and parted ways. I didn't expect him to be my classmate. "Zack, do you have an empty bed in your room? Can I be your roommate?" I grabbed Zack like a drowning man clutching a straw. 2 I just helped him. He should know what kind of person I am. Even if someone badmouthed me, he shouldn't believe it. It just so happened that the RA and I had visited almost every room except the last one. I was too disheartened to go. Unexpectedly, Zack was in that last room. I waited expectantly for Zack to nod. But to my surprise, hearing that I wanted to be his roommate, Zack's face changed instantly. "No, our room is full." "They won't agree to room with you." Zack dropped his smile and looked at me warily. "Zack, why? Why don't you want to be my roommate?" "You know I'm not a bad person." I tugged at Zack, on the verge of collapse. I didn't expect him to be my roommate anymore. I just wanted to know the reason. I could change whatever it was. But he yanked his hand away. "No reason. Just don't want to room with you." Helpless, I posted on Reddit for advice. We're all classmates, why is there not a single person willing to accept me as a roommate? Kind netizens quickly offered many theories. "Did someone say you have an infectious disease?" I stared at this comment, realization dawning. Recently, there were rumors about students with HIV entering schools. To prevent discrimination, names are usually kept confidential. Did someone say something to make people think I have an infectious disease? I immediately booked a full physical examination at the hospital. I tested for every possible infectious disease. A few days later, the report came out. All negative. I didn't have any infectious diseases. Excitedly, I projected the report on the big screen in class. To prevent doubts about Photoshop... I even logged into the hospital's system on the spot to show the electronic report. I thought the misunderstanding would be cleared, and someone would accept me. But to my surprise, I asked every classmate, and still, no one was willing. Mentioning moving in made them threaten to drop out. Now, even the netizens were stumped, suspecting I was hiding something. The comments turned from helpful to sarcastic. "Clickbait, bet the OP is a scammer." "Only telling your side of the story? Why would everyone hate you for no reason? You must be hiding something." "Next time I see a post like this, I'll win the lottery." My DMs filled with abuse. Breaking down, I deleted the post. 3 My situation soon spread to other classes in the department. Without knowing the truth, some said I did something unforgivable, others said I had a terrible disease. Walking through the department building, I felt people pointing and whispering. I stayed in a hotel for half a month. The cost was draining me. Helpless, I had to ask my parents for more money. But seeing my parents in the video call, squatting by a construction site eating plain buns, I couldn't open my mouth. After having me, my parents decided not to have more children, fearing I'd be treated unfairly. Though not rich, they gave me the best of everything. Even with limited education, unable to help with certain things... They always cared for and encouraged me. "Julian, are you used to living at school? Getting along with roommates?" "We know you don't like to talk, but try to have good relationships with classmates." "Making friends will make you happier." "Julian, are you eating well? School just started, but you look thinner." Hearing Mom's concern and thinking of my recent ordeal, tears threatened to spill. I hung up hastily. Although I didn't ask, Mom transferred money, telling me to buy good food. I knew I had to move into a dorm ASAP. I gave up on my department's dorms and begged the RA to find a bed in another department. Finally, the RA's relentless efforts paid off. "This is a senior dorm from another department." "They're all out on internships, so the room is empty. There's one vacant bed." "Both department RAs talked to them, and they agreed to let you move in." Hearing this, I wept with joy. Finally, someone accepted me. No more expensive hotels. I happily organized my luggage and cleaned the room inside out. Thinking if the roommates came back, I'd leave a good impression. But that day came sooner than expected. Before I could enjoy two days of peaceful campus life, I learned a senior was returning from his internship. Knowing he was coming back, I anxiously lost sleep. The next day, I was restless. Afraid he'd kick me out upon seeing me. But thankfully, my fears were unfounded. The senior was friendly, even sharing snacks he brought back. Seeing the clean room, he praised me non-stop. Saying he met a god-sent junior. I was overjoyed, feeling warmth from a classmate for the first time. We got along well, and I thought everything was on track. Until that day, after class, carrying takeout and watermelon, ready to game with the senior... I reached the door and found a crowd. My senior roommate, two RAs, and two guys I didn't know. Probably the other two seniors living here. "No, he must move out." 4 "We're seniors, why shove a freshman in with us?" "We can buy that empty bed, or put someone else there." "Anyway, Julian Jiang is a no-go." Looking at the senior who smiled at me this morning, now wanting to throw my luggage out. I was stunned. The watermelon slipped from my hand. It smashed, red juice spreading like the blood from my heart. "Bro Lin, didn't we get along fine?" "Why kick me out again?" "Why? Why does no one want to room with me?" I broke down completely, grabbing the senior I lived with for days, demanding an answer. Almost kneeling to beg him. But no matter what I said, he coldly demanded I pack and leave immediately. Saying if I didn't move, he'd keep the whole building awake. Even the RA threatening their graduation didn't shake them. Not wanting to disturb others, I silently packed and left. The RA told me he really couldn't find a dorm that would take me. He applied for a refund of my accommodation fees so I could rent off-campus. I gave up completely. Helpless, I found a part-time job at a bubble tea shop to pay rent. Luckily, I quickly found a suitable place. With the refunded fees, I managed. I didn't need to ask my parents for money. One day at the bubble tea shop, I unexpectedly saw Zack buying a drink. Since I begged him to be roommates and failed, we hadn't spoken. Surprisingly, seeing me working here, he initiated conversation. "Julian, I still need to thank you." "Without you, I might have fainted on campus the first day." "Anyone passing by would have helped. No need to thank me." I handed over the tea coldly. Recent events exhausted me; I didn't want to deal with school people. "Julian, I..." But for some reason, Zack looked very guilty, unlike his arrogant refusal before. Seeing I ignored him, he lingered at the door for a long time, seemingly wanting to say something but hesitating. Finally, urged by other staff, he left. "What happened? Did he owe you money? Why look at you like that?" A coworker asked curiously after Zack left. I just shook my head. Actually, I found it strange too. Since I moved out and gave up on dorm life... Many classmates seemed friendlier, no longer avoiding me like the plague. Even for group projects, people started willing to team up with me. Especially Zack. He seemed to want to fix our relationship but always stopped short of speaking. I didn't know why, but since I couldn't figure it out, I stopped thinking about it. Living alone for four years is fine. After graduation, this mess will be behind me. But while I moved on, someone else didn't.
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