Thinking about it, she turned over again and took out her mobile phone. She was bored, so she just found a novel and read it.
The shouting was so loud that she couldn't sleep anyway.
"Miss, why don't you let others sleep if you don't want to sleep? How selfish!"
At this moment, a girl in the clinic said something to her.
An Ying didn't know where she had offended her, so she couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong?" [
"How can people sleep with their phones on in the middle of the night?" the voice was sharp.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'll just turn it off." An Ying said and quickly turned off her phone. She would feel uneasy if it disturbed others' sleep.
The next day, she still felt uncomfortable. An Ying gritted her teeth and told herself that persistence was victory.
One day, her roommate will like her.
On the third day, some minor frictions occurred again. An Ying tried not to offend them, but everything still made them unhappy.
Didn't she just feel that the weather was a bit hot, so she changed her clothes? It's not a sin to change two sets of clothes in one day, right?
Okay, let's continue to endure it, how come no one likes us when we are so cute?
On the fourth day, it was relatively peaceful and there was no friction. However, she missed Tian Junhao more and more.
After going out for a while, I realized that Hao was the best to her.
On the fifth day, An Ying sat on the bed and cried, wiping her tears in a low voice.
Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just that the chef cooked a few dishes for her, but they couldn't fit on her table, so they overstepped a little and took up a little bit of space on the neighboring table.
They were not around at the time, and An Ying didn't pay attention to anyone.
But when she was halfway through eating, the roommate came back with a stern face and pointed at her to spill the oil from the dish onto her table.
An Ying sheepishly wiped her with a tissue, said sorry to her, and continued eating.
Snapped--
A book hit the table hard, and An Ying was startled.
She turned her head suspiciously and saw the girl placing a book in front of her fiercely, with a fierce tone:
"Miss, you are too inconsiderate of other people's feelings. Do you think this is your home? You can do whatever you want. Look, you actually got oil on my book. Isn't it disgusting?"