Chapter 4My Best Friend's House is Not a Hotel

I walked out of the office with heavy steps.

Just as I reached the door of the house, I saw Faye, Liam, and the others smiling.

Their luggage was piled messily at the door. Seeing me, they looked like hungry wolves seeing food.

Liam spoke triumphantly.

"Monitor, you said you wouldn't let us move our luggage here, but you still have to open the door obediently. Don't complain. The Dean ordered you. Besides, you are the monitor; you should serve the class. Don't worry, next semester, we'll still let you be the monitor."

As Liam spoke, he gestured for me to take out the key.

Seeing me move slowly, he impatiently grabbed the key and unlocked the door himself.

Seeing this, the others didn't say a word to me but thanked Liam for opening the door instead.

The newly renovated house instantly became messy because of this luggage. Liam made himself at home, turning on all the appliances.

Without even taking off his shoes, he took a few boys to my bed to play video games.

Rachel pointed and commented on my decoration, greed almost drowning her eyes.

I was trembling with anger but could only stand there watching.

Because besides these classmates, our Dean was also there.

He stood with Faye. Even knowing I was waiting on the side, he didn't give me a good face.

In the end, he patted Faye's shoulder with relief.

"You did very well in this matter. Thinking for the school and the class is what a good student should do. Unlike some people, who enjoy the school's resources but don't treat the school as home!"

The Dean was imposing. He wanted to say more but was interrupted by Faye to smooth things over.

The Dean only left after the students had packed up their things.

And in all this time, I only got a dissatisfied look from the Dean.

Suppressing the anger in my heart, I walked up to Faye.

Her luggage was also moved here. Unlike others throwing theirs on the floor, she stuffed her luggage into my closet like the owner, throwing my original clothes on the floor.

"What's wrong, Gwen? Are you still unhappy because classmates moved their luggage to your house? But we are classmates; mutual help is expected. If you fuss about it more, you'll seem petty."

As soon as Faye finished speaking, Liam began to agree loudly.

"Exactly, exactly. We didn't hold anything against you originally. If you keep holding onto this, don't blame us for complaining to the Dean."

I twitched the corner of my mouth. The Dean only came once, and they treated him as a savior, even threatening me with this.

Faye's move was really good.

I looked at Faye; she still had that innocent look.

But having been with her for so long, how could I not know Faye was waiting for me to make a scene?

Although I haven't figured out exactly what Faye wants to do, I won't just go along with her wishes.

I glanced imperceptibly at the surveillance camera installed just today.

The camera was hidden. Liam and the others hadn't seen it since they came in.

I laughed out loud, speaking amidst Faye's astonished gaze.

"How could that be? Like Faye said, we are classmates; mutual help is expected. My house, you guys live freely."

"However."