It was Wednesday night again, Thursday morning, and it was half past three, and my cell phone on duty rang again, and I rolled out of bed to the ground in grief.

Towards the end of my freshman year, I signed up to be a dorm administrator for the next semester. The school stipulates that the first three years of college must live on campus, and the perverted expensive accommodation fee for ordinary children can only be exchanged for a bed in a double room. If you live off-campus for the same price, it is basically enough to rent a single apartment for yourself. Being a dormitory manager can reduce the accommodation fee, have a single room, plus free canteen, and is the best part-time choice for students who are not wealthy in the family, such as me.

After a series of interviews, recommendations, elimination, and elimination, and the torture of sending snacks to the current dormitory manager to please me, I finally won the position, but a few weeks after the new semester started, this job has almost consumed half of my life.

From the week I started working, every Wednesday night, the night I was on duty, there would always be a room full of people, and the excitement would continue until four or five o'clock in the morning. 204, I'll never forget this nightmare room number. This room is far from my room and is not under my jurisdiction when I am not on duty.

That night, it was already two o'clock in the morning when I closed my microeconomics homework, and because I was on duty at the same time, I closed my clothes and lay down to sleep. Sure enough, at half past three, the mobile phone on duty rang again, which was basically more reliable than the alarm clock.

"Sally, 204 is noisy again, I can't sleep at all!" On the other end of the phone, 104 residents complained tiredly and angrily. When she first called me for help a few weeks ago, her voice was obviously apologetic, after all, at this time, even the chickens were asleep...... But now, 204 woke her up in the middle of the night again and again, and her tone of voice on the phone was clearly impatient and accusatory, accusing me of dereliction of duty, and even a few noisy students couldn't control it.

I grabbed my phone and rushed to 204. This 204, I really don't know what I owe them in my previous life, why do you pick me out every week for a party on duty on this day. I still remember when I knocked on that door at three o'clock in the first night of school, a Chinese girl who looked confused leaned lazily against the door, "Is there something wrong?" She had about five layers of powder on her face, but she still couldn't cover the pimples on her face, and it looked like a bowl of dry pimple soup. I'd like to say, of course, it's time for you to change your concealer.

Hearing that the other party was Chinese, I also directly used Chinese, "Hello, I am the dormitory manager on duty tonight." Are you a resident of this house? You are too noisy in the middle of the night, which seriously affects the rest of the household. Our "quiet time" is from 10 p.m. to 10 a.m., and at this time, keep the volume to a minimum. ”

The woman made a hache through the five layers of foundation, and she actually opened her mouth. "I'm just here to play, and he's the owner of this house." She pointed to a handsome Chinese boy leaning back against the head of the bed, wearing a light blue patterned shirt on a white background.

I took a step into the room, and it was a mess of snack bags, lunch boxes, guitars, and other musical instrument stalls, and people lying on their sides, dead or alive. The whole room looks quite awake, and it's the boy in the bed. When I registered for reporting in the building before the start of school, I met him, and I thought that he was so beautiful that he could go to shoot idol dramas, but he didn't want to live so punk.

"Classmate, do you live in this house? You are too noisy in the middle of the night to affect others, and some people have already complained, can you come over for a while? ”

I don't know if I was so short that I had no majesty at all, the boy didn't have the slightest panic or apology, he slowly put down his phone, got out of bed and walked towards me, looking at me innocently and puzzled, "Anihasayo, xxxxxxxx?" (I don't understand the latter part.)

Hey, what's the situation, I replayed what he said in my mind repeatedly, and with my strong Korean drama foundation, I judged that this sentence was Korean.

I asked him in English if he spoke English, and his expression became more alien, and he slowed down and said word by word, "Difficult, Hangu, Salamimonida." ”

“Are，you，Chinese？”

He made a big cross on his chest, "NoChinese, Hangu, Tahan Republic!" ”

"Oh oh oh, Smecta of the Republic of Korea! Do,you,speak,English??” I slowed down, but I was irritable and wanted to do it.

He shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands helplessly, and said a bunch of things I didn't understand, "xxxxxxxxx"

I sighed, "I didn't understand until today that the farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but that you are speaking in front of me, and I don't understand a word." "This man must have been smuggled to the United States, otherwise how could he get into the university with this level of English?

I saw that the five-layer pink sister in the room was laughing, so I asked her for help, "How do you usually communicate with him?" ”

She rolled her eyes, "I'm from the Korean language department, so I can speak Korean!" ”

"Come, help me flip it through and ask him, 'Did you smuggle it here?'"

"Huh? Are you from USCIS? She looked panicked, and she was probably smuggled over.

"No, no, I'm so angry, help me turn it over, and trouble this Korean friend to tell the people in the room to lower the voice." I thought about it again, "Also, visitors to the school dormitory building have to register, have so many of you registered?!" ”

The five-layer fan turned his head and whispered a few words to the boy, and the boy said a few more words in Korean, and the two of them were like acting in Korean dramas in front of me, the man kept talking, and the woman was next to him obediently and coquettishly "inside" for a long time. The five-layer powder turned around and asked with a smile:

"Where are we arguing?"

"Other residents just called to complain."

The boy narrowed one eye and explained a few more words to the five-layer powder, and the woman continued to translate, "Noisy? Did you hear us arguing with your own ears? ”

"No, my room is far away from you."

"You didn't hear it with your own ears, how do you know we're arguing?"

"I, I...... It's almost four o'clock in the middle of the night, who has nothing to do and call me at this time just to slander you, you must be so noisy that people can't sleep......"

He put one hand on the door frame and smacked his mouth, "Then let me ask you, did that person record it?" ”

"Recording?"

"yes, how did he prove that we were arguing, and he showed you a recording?"

"That's not ......"

"Heh, then let me ask you again, when you knocked on the door just now, did you hear us arguing?"

"Like...... There is no ......"

"Lord dormitory, someone called you in the middle of the night and said that we were arguing, but you didn't show evidence, so instead of punishing him for disturbing your dreams, you came to question us?"

I looked at the five-layer powder suspiciously, and pointed at the kid, "Is that really what he said?" You see so many people in your house, you must be at a party. ”

"Where is the school rule saying that midnight parties are not allowed?"

"Uh......"

"Besides, who gave you the right to see my house, are you my dormitory manager?"

"It's not...... But I'm on duty ......"

"Is there a search warrant?"

"Huh? We don't need a search warrant to enter the room. ”

"Whose rule is this? Where is it written? Is there a clear rule that says 'no search warrant is required for the dormitory manager to enter the door'? You find it out and show it to me! ”

"Then I, I'll have to find out."

In the end, I told them to lower their voices a little bit, and then walked away in disgrace, I have always heard that Koreans can speak well, but now it seems that it is a strong word.

I'm standing at the door of 204 again today, hey, I really want to quit my job.

After hesitating for a long time, he reluctantly knocked on the door, and it took almost ten seconds before someone came to open the door, this time it was the boy, his name was Daniel, and there was still a five-layer powder translator standing next to him. When he saw me, he didn't have a surprised expression at all, he opened his mouth and smiled evilly like greeting a familiar guest, and bowed deeply, "Anihazayo!"

I ignored him and said directly to the five-layer powder, "It's okay if I ask you, don't quarrel anymore, everyone is a student, it's not easy." I'm so busy with schoolwork during the day, and I want to get a good night's sleep at night. We are all international students, can we help? ”

The boy lowered his head and poked at the five layers of powder to beg for a translation, and then put on a very sincere expression, "Yes, everyone is an international student, and I am very, very difficult, so don't trouble me anymore, okay?" ”

I was so angry that there was fire in my eyes, but he still looked at me innocently with the same indifferent appearance, smiling big eyes.

"I'm sorry, now I'm the dormitory manager, and I'll be responsible for your disobedience, otherwise what will other residents think of me? If you don't keep quiet, I'll call the police! After speaking, I looked at the five layers of powder, "And you, you don't live here, right?" We are not allowed to stay overnight here, the school's rules, you should pack up and leave! ”

The boy's expression suddenly became sharp, he frowned, and threw out a sentence, his expression was very similar to the gangster boss in a Korean police movie.

"He asked if you didn't want to mess around."

"Since I can't control you, I'll have to leave it to the police. Originally, I didn't need to say hello to you and I could just call the school police to come over to help, for the sake of you being an international student, I would like to warn you first, since you have this attitude, then I don't have to be polite. ”

“OK，callthepolice!” He shook his hand, his tone was cold with disdain, but his English was fluent, and I knew he didn't know how to speak.

The five-layer fan traitor said with a smile, "He told you to go to the police quickly, it's better to send him back to China, you can't even buy authentic Korean kimchi here, he doesn't want to stay for a long time!" ”

"Kimchi is Chinese!"

I pouted...... I have the impression that most international students are very afraid of causing trouble, and when they hear the word "police", they immediately behave like a white rabbit, because once they have a criminal record, it will be a lot more troublesome to live in the United States.

"That, actually, there are kimchi sellers in Chinese supermarkets, I'll take you there, can you cooperate with me?"

He smiled, waved his hand, pulled back to the house, and stuck out his tongue at me, "Dormitory manager, you can watch and handle this." ”

I was in a dilemma by him, and I originally called the police to scare him, but there were few international students in the school, and no one wanted to make trouble unpleasantly. I don't want him to be a picture of a dead picture that doesn't shed tears when he sees the coffin, and pushes me down first when he sees the Yellow River.

It was another sleepless Wednesday night.