Chapter 5

When the instructor returned my phone to me, it was already late at night.

As a small punishment, he only gave it back during room inspection.

He also said something out of the blue.

"You're so young, don't get involved in those messy things."

I nodded and took the phone, my two big ears letting his words go in one and out the other. I just took it as a lecture and didn't take it to heart.

Another roommate, however, listened very carefully.

Emma echoed the instructor, saying, "The instructor is right. Some people are poor but have no dignity, getting involved in all sorts of messy things, making people think they're so hardworking."

The instructor gave her a stern look.

"Don't cause trouble, get along well with your roommates. You still have four years together."

I turned on my phone, which was already out of battery. As soon as I plugged it in, I immediately messaged my brother.

Sure enough, my narcissistic brother had already sent hundreds of messages, asking me to quickly send him the photos.

[What photos? The instructor took my phone away before I could take any]

[What's your instructor's name?]

I suddenly understood what my brother wanted to do. The instructors at our school, except for a few higher-ups, were all student officers from the school. They were veterans who had returned to school, with military training experience, but essentially still students.

Perhaps my brother knew some of them.

[What, trying to pull strings for your little sister?]

Seeing me tease him, my brother didn't hold back either.

[My sister is strong and brave, resourceful and clever. I'm sure she looks down on her brother's back door.]

[No, I'm begging you!!!]

We always joked around like this when talking. As I was sending messages, I laughed out loud.

Emma, however, snorted coldly.

"Don't bring that smile you use to attract customers into the dorm. It's a bad influence."