Chapter 3My Best Friend's House is Not a Hotel

I hadn't wanted to be this monitor for a long time. Working myself to death helping classmates, only to be thought of as taking all the benefits because I was the monitor.

But if they looked closely, they would know that since I became monitor, whether it was scholarships, financial aid, or awards, my name was never on the list.

The only grad school recommendation was awarded to me by the school leaders after I won awards in various competitions.

Liam and the others were stunned by my appearance.

He looked at me awkwardly.

"We just thought putting it in your house would be convenient. We didn't force you. Is it necessary to take it so seriously? Worst case, we won't put it there."

Liam hemmed and hawed, and Rachel was also reluctant on the side.

"Exactly, other monitors sacrifice themselves for others, but you fuss over every little thing. That's your house; if you don't let us go, we won't go. It's not like we have to."

I laughed out loud at their behavior.

Listening to this, it sounded like it was my fault for not lending it to them.

If it were someone else with thin skin or high moral standards, they might have agreed.

But after living a past life, I knew this was just a facade they deliberately put on. As long as I let them in, I would still be screwed over by them.

I took a deep breath.

"That's good. If you have nothing else, hurry up and move."

After saying this, I left without looking back.

I hadn't packed my things yet; I didn't have time to mess around with them.

Moreover, I had to hurry to install surveillance cameras and change the locks on the house.

In my past life, I was too naive, thinking everyone had been classmates for three years. After giving the house to them, I didn't think of installing cameras, so when they poured dirty water on me in the end, I couldn't even produce evidence.

But before I could do these things, the counselor called me.

Looking at the counselor in front of me, I looked incredulous.

"Counselor, you mean let me give up the house for them to store luggage? But this is my house; I have to live there for my internship during the holidays."

The counselor looked troubled.

"I know this is a bit difficult, but there's no other way. The school is being renovated, and the students really have nowhere to put their luggage. If you didn't have a house, it would be fine, but the Dean found out you have a house. You know the Dean's character; he likes helping others the most. If you don't listen to him, what about your grad school spot?"

The counselor sighed.

I froze in place. This was something that hadn't happened in my past life, leaving me somewhat helpless.

The counselor was right. I only had the qualification for recommendation; the specific quota would be decided next semester. After all, the Dean is the Dean. If he really wants to block me, it's simple.

However, it's true the Dean likes to help others, but how did he know I have a house, and why did he insist I hand it over?

I didn't understand, wanting to ask the counselor, but he shook his head too.

Instead, a teacher gossiping nearby spoke up.

"Maybe Faye from your class told the Dean? Isn't she taking the Dean's elective course? I heard the Dean likes her very much."

My hair stood on end instantly.

The teacher's words reminded me. In my past life, Faye was the first to tell me my recommendation qualification was cancelled. At that time, I was too busy to take care of myself, and I felt the sky collapse when I heard the news.

Thinking about it now, I, the party involved, hadn't received any news, so how did Faye know so quickly?