I remember it was when we first started school. A girl in our dormitory said she was good-looking. In fact, she is not beautiful, not particularly tall, and a little fat. In our dormitory, she is the last good-looking, but every day different people call her to confess, and some boys wake her up. At that time, we all wondered how this happened. Later, I learned that she actually directed and performed all this.
It also happened that I approached a boy who woke him up. That day, I had nothing to say. It turns out that my roommate in our dormitory asked him to call him in the morning. Although I don't know him well, I'm too embarrassed to refuse, so I call him every day. There are even fewer confessions. It's all my roommate's own nonsense. When he saw someone calling him, he pretended to be confessed and then refused.
Because we couldn't hear each other, we always thought that someone really confessed to him. It's amazing to think of such a roommate, and sometimes a senior in our dormitory checks the dormitory and she deliberately behaves particularly well. It feels like all of us are centered on him. Very narcissistic and uses our things.