My roommate has a hemorrhoid the size of Texas. The weird part? Any gas that passes through it comes out smelling like fresh strawberries. Since this massive hemorrhoid was ruining her life, I kindly suggested she get surgery to remove it. After some hesitation, she agreed. But later, she found out by accident that the campus heartthrob is obsessed with strawberries. Furious, she burped milky bubbles while holding my head underwater. "If you hadn't meddled in my business, the guy I love would have fallen for me!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment before I convinced her to get the surgery. Seeing her still revelling in her strawberry-scented farts, I decided to let nature take its course and watch that hemorrhoid grow. 1 "Do you guys smell that? It smells like strawberries in here." As soon as Bella walked into the room, she took a deep breath and shouted. In my past life, I was caught off guard and started sniffing the air with her. Who would have thought it was Chloe's fart! Unexpectedly, I was reborn back to this very moment. Damn it, the rebirth was too sudden; I didn't have time to prepare a mask! I instinctively lowered my head and held my breath, silently vowing to run downstairs to the convenience store for strategic supplies ASAP. Seeing none of us respond, Bella felt a bit awkward talking to herself. She scratched her head and pressed on, unwilling to give up. "Wait, seriously, you guys don't smell it? The strawberry scent is super strong." "Chloe, Zara, Sophie, why are you all silent? Is one of you secretly eating strawberries behind my back? Hurry up and share a couple with me, and I'll forgive you. Otherwise, I'm gonna get mad." "Weirdo." Sophie rolled her eyes without looking up. Chloe, on the other hand, blushed, nervously twisting her skirt hem, and whined softly. "Bella, no one is secretly eating strawberries. I just ate a bit too much for lunch and couldn't hold back a fart." "My farts... just smell like strawberries." As soon as she finished speaking. Bella's face froze, turning green and then pale. After processing it, she screamed. "You mean to say, I just took a huge whiff of your fart?" "Chloe, if you didn't want to share strawberries, fine, but you didn't have to be so gross!" 2 What Bella didn't know was that Chloe had a unique condition. She had a magical hemorrhoid. Any gas passing through that hemorrhoid turned into the scent of strawberries. So Chloe always smelled like strawberries. The bigger the hemorrhoid grew, the stronger the scent. In my past life, after learning this secret, our roommates didn't say anything to her face but created a group chat to roast Chloe daily. "So gross, how can she act all cute with that going on?" "Because of her, I never want to see a strawberry again." "God, why do guys fall for her? She's gross and messy. What do they see in her?" "Exactly. If she hadn't given me that La Mer set yesterday, I wouldn't even talk to her." I couldn't stand their two-faced behavior—taking her gifts and then stabbing her in the back. It just so happened that Chloe was addicted to fried and spicy foods, which irritated her hemorrhoid, making it grow worse. It got to the point where she walked funny and couldn't sit for long periods. After much thought, I couldn't help but advise her to get surgery. After some struggle, Chloe agreed. The surgery was successful. Soon, she bid farewell to the strawberry farts, her walk returned to normal, and she looked stunning in a white dress. Since she no longer needed her roommates to keep her secret, Chloe stopped giving them gifts. Without the gossip and freebies, the roommates started sowing discord out of spite. "Chloe, your trademark was that strawberry scent. Without it, you seem kind of plain." Even Liam, the campus heartthrob who had shown interest in her, went official with someone else on Instagram. "Even my favorite strawberry scent is gone. What's left to like about you?" In a rage, Chloe, hiccuping milky sobs, lured me to the pond. I went unsuspecting, only for her to push me underwater. "It's all your fault." "If you hadn't been a busybody, Liam would be with me right now!" Then I opened my eyes, reborn. 3 This time around, I naturally wouldn't be a busybody. I just watched coldly as Bella and Chloe bickered. Sophie pretended to be fair, mediating the argument. "Alright, Bella, Chloe didn't do it on purpose. Just let it go. It's not like she forced you to smell her fart, right?" Bella and Sophie had some underlying tension. Seeing Sophie side with Chloe, Bella stomped her foot and looked at me with aggrieved eyes. But I wouldn't be stupid enough to stick my neck out for her like in my past life, only to earn Chloe's hatred later. Lowering my eyes, I joined Sophie in persuading Bella. "Yeah, Bella. Chloe said it was just a fart. No need to hold onto it, right? I trust Chloe isn't the type to hoard strawberries and not share." "Besides, no one can control their farts. At least Chloe's farts smell like strawberries. Better than stinky ones." Hearing this, Chloe looked at me with gratitude, her eyes filled with misunderstood grievance and dependence. In my past life, seeing that look would have softened my heart, making me think it wasn't her fault and willing to fight for her. But now, that look only churned my stomach, reminding me of the suffocating, cold, muddy water filling my nose at the bottom of the pond. "Exactly, Bella. Zara and Sophie are right." Chloe immediately found support, her voice sweet and a bit smug. "I didn't mean to. Plus... strawberry scent is nice, way better than some people..." She glanced meaningfully at Bella, leaving the sentence unfinished, but the implication was clear. Bella's face turned green with anger. She covered her nose, pointed at Chloe speechless, stomped her foot in rage, and slammed the door as she stormed out. 4 The three of us were left in the dorm. The strawberry scent had mostly dissipated. Sophie, clearly in a good mood from seeing Bella get owned, smirked and started scrolling on her phone. Chloe, like a proud little peacock, walked to her desk and sat down, carefully adjusting her posture—the hemorrhoid was obviously uncomfortable. She skillfully pulled a bag of chips and a can of Coke from her drawer. With a pop of the tab, she began to eat and drink with satisfaction. Although Chloe was sweet and had a great figure, she loved junk food—spicy, fried, ice-cold. Normally fine, but these were fertilizers for her hemorrhoid's wild growth. In my past life, seeing Chloe binge like this, I would have worriedly reminded her: "Chloe, eat less of that stuff. It's bad for... down there." And she would always whine back: "Just a little bit~" This time? I looked away, opened my laptop, and pretended not to see. Sophie was confused: "Chloe, didn't you just eat? Why are you eating again?" Before Chloe could feel awkward, I thoughtfully explained for her: "Oh, it doesn't matter, Sophie. Our Chloe can eat whatever and not gain weight or get acne. It's a gift others can only envy! We have the money, so eat if you want. Happiness is what matters." My tone was incredibly sincere. Chloe agreed repeatedly: "Exactly! Only Zara understands me." The greasy smell of chips mixed with the sugary scent of Coke filled the air. Faintly, a strawberry aroma began to brew. I silently left the room, heading to the supermarket to buy masks. 5 When I returned. Chloe looked at me with concern: "Zara, why are you wearing a mask? Are you sick?" "Yeah, a bit of a cold. Don't want to infect you guys." I vaguely changed the subject, shaking the shopping bag in my hand, containing several boxes of masks and a bottle of strong air freshener. "By the way, I heard on the way back that Liam is preparing for grad school exams." As soon as I said that, Chloe's eyes lit up, forgetting to chew her chips. Sophie also looked up from her phone screen with interest. I knew they would react this way. Liam was our campus heartthrob, ridiculously handsome. Not only did countless girls have a crush on him, but anyone who passed him by would remember him. After all, in my past life, my dear roommate Chloe killed me for him. Since you like Liam so much, I'll give you a hand in this life. Sneering internally, I pretended to say casually: "Heard he's basically living at the library lately. Every day from 1 PM to 9 PM closing. Sigh, handsome and smart, he's got it all." "Which floor does he usually go to?" Chloe asked immediately. "I think... the third floor?" I recalled the gossip from my past life. "The seats by the window have good light; he seems to like sitting there." Chloe's eyes glazed over, her face flushing slightly, clearly planning her "chance encounter." Sophie tutted, smiling ambiguously. She turned and messaged me to roast Chloe. "A freak like Chloe who farts strawberries thinks she can bag the heartthrob? Campus belle? More like a joke." But Sophie, you don't understand. The heartthrob really loves it! The strawberry scent!
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