Chapter 97 Campus Story 3: Clearly, this barbaric intruder has misunderstood something. Reinhardt paused slightly, turning his head to think…
Clearly, this barbaric intruder had misunderstood something. Reinhardt paused slightly, turning his face away as much as possible to conceal his features.
He planned to run away, go find Victoria, change back into men's clothes, and then return to the dormitory.
We'll give the barbarians another explanation when he returns.
The significant height difference made the disparity in strength between the two very apparent, and Reinhardt couldn't break free at all. Instead, he was slightly pulled by the other's hand, and was forced to stumble and fall back to his position.
There was no tenderness or pity in her. After closing the door, she locked it behind her back, crossed her arms, and leaned against the door, her face filled with an indescribable gloom.
"I'll say it again, tell your boyfriend to get out here." He said with a stern face, "Even if I don't live in the dorm, he has no right to bring girls back to the dorm."
The thought of the two of them possibly having sex in his bed made the hot-tempered Buster furious.
Moreover, his roommate seems to have a problem. He hasn't shown up for so long, leaving a girl to face him alone. He's obviously a coward!
Even if he might have just gone out for something, just considering his act of leaving the girl alone in the dormitory, Buster still thinks he's a brainless, lustful, and irresponsible scumbag!
Just like his damn twin brother, the sperm-dead guy!
His face grew even darker, and Buster's fists were itching to punch.
His anger was burning, but his gaze was temporarily drawn away by something strange about the beautiful girl beside him.
Reinhardt was racking his brains for a way to break the deadlock, completely unaware that he had skipped the hairnet step because he had been lazy when trying on the clothes earlier.
By the time he realized something was wrong, a long black veil had been put on, and his rather heavy, long golden hair was slowly coming off his head. Reinhardt reached out to stop him, but the wig had already slipped off.
With a 'thud,' the air seemed to freeze, and even breathing seemed to stop. You could faintly hear the sounds of impotent rage from the students in the next dorm playing games.
Reinhardt: "..."
Buster: "..."
A subtle sense of stagnation bound Reinhardt's hands and feet, and the tall figure opposite him also visibly stiffened.
Then another phone rang.
Buster looked away from the handsome guy, answered the phone impatiently, and said, "I'll call you back later," before hanging up abruptly.
Then, he turned his attention back to his roommate.
He seemed to have resigned himself to his fate, no longer thinking about running away. He simply picked up his hair during the break between phone calls, lowered his head, and obediently held it in his hands.
Buster didn't say anything.
He stood up and slowly walked to the desk opposite the handsome guy. Pulling over a chair, he straddled it and sat back down.
Their gazes were sweeping across the area.
His gaze, sharp and angular, slowly and intensely swept over Reinhardt. From the other's lowered neck, revealing the pale nape of her neck, to the fingers that appeared even more defined by the wig she was holding, to the nun's dress that was slightly disheveled from the struggle, and finally, it settled on the legs clad in white stockings, now pressed together tightly by their owner, leaving not a single gap.
The only remaining sounds in the air were the faint noise from outside the window and a kind of silent, sharp reassessment.
"Or..." Buster finally spoke after a long pause, "that is, he doesn't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend at all."
“My roommate has been here the whole time.”
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[Please] I've been lazy and playing, so this is a bit slow to write.
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