Chapter 7 — Roommate Raising Dad

Someone said on the forum that it was the incident in room 416 that prompted the reform of access management. There are also people who call me "the sister who reported the police". I saw it but I wasn't angry. What about reporting to the police? If I encounter danger and don't report it to the police, should I wait for someone else to give me the endurance award? University life gradually falls into place. Go to class, go to the library, participate in a mock trial, and go out to eat hot pot with your new roommate on the weekend. Occasionally passing by the old dormitory, I still recall the scene when I pushed open the door on the first day of school. A strange man lies on my bed. A girl cried and asked the whole room to take care of her father. Wild as a dream. But I'm very lucky. Luckily at that time I was not patient. A lot of invasive behavior starts with statements like “just a little”, “it's not that bad”, “help a little”. If you take a step back, the other person won't be grateful. She only feels that your bed can be given away, your money can be taken, even your personality can be trampled under her feet. Later someone asked me: "If you called the police on your first day of school, aren't you afraid that the relationship will become tense?" I said: "Afraid." "But I'm even more afraid that after the door was kicked open the first time, it would never close again." I stuck a note at the head of the new bed. There aren't many words on it. But everyone who comes to my room can see it. “It is possible to live honestly, but there must be boundaries.”