Chapter 6

I turned my head to look. Emma was folding clothes and organizing her wardrobe, seemingly not chatting with anyone else.

"Are you talking about me?" I asked her.

Emma paused slightly, then continued her actions.

"Whoever reacts strongly is who I'm talking about."

I even started to wonder if I had offended this sister somehow, but I had only been in school for three days, with Freshman Orientation Week starting on the first day. How could there be such deep grudges already?

Anyone would think I had a feud with her in a past life.

Olivia came into the room carrying a water bottle, seemingly sensing that the atmosphere in the dorm wasn't right.

"You two... what's wrong?"

Emma laughed coldly without saying anything.

Olivia tried to mediate, "Natalie couldn't come to school because of COVID prevention measures, right? But it seems her packages will arrive tomorrow. She wants us to help her pick them up."

Natalie, bed three, couldn't return to school because of a COVID outbreak in her hometown before the semester started.

I nodded in agreement, but before I could say "okay," Emma circled back to the previous topic.

"The two of us can go. We shouldn't let certain people go. Who knows, they might be infected without even knowing it."

I put my phone on the desk, not caring about my brother who was still clamoring.

"Emma, if you have something to say, just say it directly. Don't beat around the bush here."

Just as Emma's anger was about to fully ignite, Olivia stopped her again.

"Emma, it's too late. You two shouldn't argue."

Being stopped, Emma was like a dog held back by its owner, becoming even more reckless and arrogant.

"Me, arguing? If the instructor hadn't said anything today, I would have still thought of her as a goddess. Looking good but doing these things, aren't you ashamed?"

Instructor, I heard this word and wondered if the instructor confiscating my phone tonight was for some other reason.

Olivia continued to persuade her, "Alright, Emma. We have to gather early tomorrow. Let's go to sleep."

I held back my anger and got into bed. In the Freshman Orientation Week group chat, I found the instructor Ethan who had confiscated my phone today.

I sent a friend request.

The instructor hadn't accepted me yet when that impersonator appeared again.

[Freshman, are you guys in Freshman Orientation Week? Don't get too tanned, I, Lucas, don't like dark skin]

I held my forehead and sighed. This guy, impersonating someone else, always had the other person's name on his lips. Which normal person would constantly say their own name?!

I ignored him.

I continued to joke with my brother.

[Big bro, do you have anything going on tomorrow?]

My brother had always been hardworking. He was probably still in the study room at this hour, and likely wouldn't have any free time tomorrow either.

But these days of the enemy being in the dark and me in the light were really too uncomfortable.

[Nothing, what's up]

My brother sent another picture, a screenshot of a chat record.

At the top of the photo was the name of the chat partner, "Ethan."

In the chat record, my brother used all the flowery language he could muster in his life to describe me as a delicate flower who was bullied and in poor health.

Ethan also repeatedly promised that he would definitely protect me well, and that he also deeply hated campus bullying.

It seems Instructor Ethan quickly succumbed to my brother's tyranny.

[Bro, I didn't expect your skills were still sharp]