Some truths may sound harsh but are precise and irrefutable

  I have always considered myself a simple and honest person, but the various misfortunes I encountered on campus made me realize that I actually have an astonishing potential for being a bad guy.

  Based on my previous descriptions of the two individuals with the surname "Liang", it seems that their moral character has become a classic example of extremes. Since meeting these two peculiar women, I have made up my mind to never believe in the saying "what you see is what you get" again. A person's appearance and inner self are like a player's image in a game world - they can be presented in contrasting forms in reality and virtual worlds. The champion of a game who reigns supreme may actually be a useless slacker at home.

  "Hmph, being arrogant in the virtual world is nothing impressive, I look down on such people. But thinking about it, I don't have anything to show off in any world, so I end up envying those with a 'special talent'. However, thinking again, everyone has their own ambitions, let's leave the big things for future greats, and I'll just join some clubs to add some fun to my university life."

  On the day of Club Day, the campus was crowded with people. Compared to the freshmen's thoughts and mine, they were about 80-90% similar, all hoping that their next four years would be filled with laughter and joy.

  Rose life, how romantic it sounds. At that time, I was barely able to be called a "girl", and like all the girls, in a new environment, looking forward to having a beautiful story happen to myself.

  I first signed up for the dance club, and I often envied the beautiful women dancing on TV. The dance club has many types of dances, among which I joined the ballet team. There are two reasons why I chose the ballet club. Firstly, I have always liked ballet since I was a child. Secondly, the ballet club does not require speaking or direct or indirect communication with people. At first, I found a club that I liked and didn't need to show off my weaknesses (I'm not good at talking), and I was very happy about it. But I didn't expect the result to be completely different from what I had imagined. What's worse is that the two "devils" I hate the most, L sisters, also signed up for the dance club. Fortunately, they didn't sign up for ballet, reportedly because they have a strong dislike for this type of dance. So, the two of them joined the folk dance team, with a simple reason: beautiful costumes. Liang Chen chose the passionate and intense salsa dance, but I don't know why. Although I occasionally see them together or one of them makes my back feel cold, the different schedules and classrooms have saved my fragile heart. By the way, I think I have some qualifications as a ballet dancer. Objectively looking at myself in the mirror: I look okay, not too bad; my figure is also good, at least I won't look like a duck when I stretch out my limbs. My physical condition barely passes, and I imagine myself dancing beautifully on the big stage, making the audience mesmerized, even after the performance ends, they are still immersed in the fantasy and can't extricate themselves.

  However, the distance between reality and imagination is not just a little bit different, the gap between them is almost as big as the difference between the North Pole and the Sahara. On the first day of ballet training, all my previous fantasies shattered like bubbles in an instant. I thought that the girls in the class would be young and elegant, with high buns, raised necks, and stretched arms, bathed in soft orange light, and the classroom would have a forbidden and tempting atmosphere. Maybe I over-imagined it, but my disappointment was not ordinary. The girls who came to class were not swans, but rather cheetahs, or more accurately, wolves. Each one was heavily made up, showing off their figures as if they were competing in the summer heat. As a naive and inexperienced person, I could only stare blankly at this unconventional situation, like a leaf being swept away by the rushing river water. The wolves danced with three times my energy, and I suffered a two-hour collective attack, either getting kicked by their legs or hit by their outstretched arms. I had no idea that ballet was such a wild sport, requiring quick reflexes and explosive power.

  The first class ended with me battered and bruised, the wolves dispersed in groups after one lesson, leaving me alone to clean up the classroom.

  "After all, wolves are still wolves and they love to gather in a pack. An independent individual can't do anything!" Although I complained like this, but deep down I still had some expectation that I could squeeze into their team, even if it's just as a small fox following the wolf pack.

  "These people are really irresponsible, they made a mess of the classroom and still have the nerve to let newcomers clean it up."

  Gang Yang is a senior who is one year ahead of me, extremely intelligent and a top student in the Engineering Department. He specializes in architecture, and his painting skills are unparalleled. In his free time, he often runs around various clubs doing volunteer work, and his scope of work is very broad, from literary societies to motorcycle repair departments, almost all have his presence. Gang Yang is quiet and introverted, no matter how noisy the people around him are, he seems to be immune to it, able to focus completely on his tasks. I got to know Gang Yang through the Ballet Society, where he was in charge of costumes for the performers, sometimes also responsible for design. Gang Yang's talent is enough to make him navigate smoothly through life's difficulties, and the female wolves in the Ballet Society showed intense interest in his intelligent appearance and slender figure, the wolves are indeed carnivores, as soon as they see a herbivore, their eyes light up, ready to start hunting at any time.

  "Hey, Gāng Yáng classmate, look at my clothes, they're torn, can you help me mend them?"

  Hey, hey, hey, isn't it too shameless to flirt intentionally in public?

  "This is already the third time, your clothes are all tailored, if it's not a change in body shape, they won't be split open. Senior sister, you should pay a little attention to your figure."

  Obviously, Mother Wolf No. 1 (my nickname) was severely hurt by Gongyang's ruthless words. It will probably take some time to recover psychologically.

  Gang Yang has always been sharp-tongued and straightforward, speaking quickly and without reserve. As a result, the girls in school who had a crush on him didn't dare to approach him casually, for fear of being attacked head-on. Gang Yang seemed to think nothing of it, and after that, one of the girls never showed up in ballet class again. I'm probably not the only one who thinks Gang Yang is the culprit behind her "dropout" from this department. When someone tentatively brought up the topic with him, his attitude was still: "Oh, she's probably gone to cultivate herself," and that was the end of it.

  "Isn't it great that you're a senior in college and won't be bothered by others anymore?"

  "Troubles are all created by oneself, no one gives troubles to others, that's too troublesome."

  The way he speaks makes one's head spin, indeed a top student's logic is different from others, I have deeply learned my lesson.

  "Ah, I forgot you're this kind of person."

  But... it's really exhilarating! Just thinking about that woman's expression at the time makes me excited, after all, I was tormented by her arbitrary words and actions for a long time. Although nothing has changed my situation, at least I feel much more comfortable in my heart.

  That poor senior sister didn't actually do anything to me, but it's not a rare thing for someone to feel disgusted with someone they don't know or have no contact with. The vagrants and hoodlums on the streets can start a bloody fight just because "I don't like the look of you", so I guess I'm relatively peaceful inside.

  Gang Yang was still focused on his fashion design, so I decided not to disturb him and bid farewell quietly.

  "I won't disturb you anymore, I'll take my leave first."

  "Ah, is that so? Be careful on your way home. Also, although the people in this club are all hard to talk to, you're actually pretty easy to get along with."

  "Oh, thank you. I'm leaving then, goodbye."

  "Ah, see you tomorrow."

  It seems that he is also planning to come over tomorrow. Well, it's good, I couldn't ask for more. In this place that feels like a desert where one can hardly breathe, the existence of Gakuin classmate is like an oasis, making me feel carefree and relaxed. Maybe all I need is someone to talk to, although there are many people in the club, how many of them can really communicate with me?

  So I embarked on the journey home, and as I approached my destination, I slightly looked forward to meeting the sloppy landlord I met at the noodle shop that day, letting me tease his appearance again, perhaps adding a bit of entertainment to my dull university life like plain boiled water. So, I pondered the contents of dinner while walking towards the direction of the sunset.