I and Zhang Wen decided to go find the counselor.

Before leaving, Chen Luoluo was applying lipstick in front of the mirror. She glanced at us and said:

"Oh, by the way, have you decided what to give her for her birthday next month?

"If you ask me, don't give anything. Look at the cheap things she gave us for our birthdays. It's like picking up trash.

"Listen to me, let's go out to eat on her birthday. She can celebrate it alone."

...

All of it was sarcastic remarks. Even when I pulled Zhang Wen out of the dormitory, I could still hear Chen Luoluo saying:

"So annoying, why are we in the same dormitory as her? It's so embarrassing."

When we were leaving the dormitory building, we ran into the dormitory aunt again. The dormitory aunt was holding a bunch of keys and came over to stop me:

"Oh, you're all from the same dormitory. Be more tolerant, okay?"

I dealt with the aunt for a few words, and then walked into the counselor's office with Zhang Wen.

The counselor was very young. When we entered, she was staring at the computer in a daze.

She saw us, nodded at us, and asked:

"What are you here for?"

"Counselor, we want to ask about the situation in our dormitory."

The counselor suddenly smiled, but it was a smile without warmth, the kind that was terrifying at first glance. The office suddenly became cold, and a line of text appeared on the counselor's computer screen—

"10. Don't trust the counselor!"

I wanted to curse. On one hand, I was saying that you could go to the counselor for anything, and on the other hand, I was saying not to trust the counselor.

Wait, could it be that these rules weren't left by a "person" at all?

The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed. After thinking for a moment, I asked:

"Counselor, before the 309 dorm, were there also four people? Why did only three of them get recommended for further studies? What happened to the other person?"

The counselor's face changed.

"Why are you asking so many questions? This is not something you should know."