I am straight!

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There is a kind of person in the world called a cup, have you seen it?never seen it?Oh, then you see it now.

First being deprived of the dream of becoming a top medical student and forced to study the violin in an elite art college-it doesn't matter, I don't care.

Or being bullied and forced by a bunch of young masters on the cruise ship to become a male nanny or something—it doesn't matter, it's just a trivial matter.

In the end, Comrade Called Beast was pushed into the terrifying space called dormitory real hell, where he would be tortured for several years—ha, I’m already numb, calm down.

During this period, I was late for class, lost my homework, was doused in water when I went out, was bitten by a dog on the road, had a flat tire while riding a bicycle, and had my wallet stolen while on the bus.

I finally paid my salary and accidentally smashed the glass door of the school, and I have to pay compensation or something-that's just floating clouds, which will dissipate soon, and I don't care.

but.But...but! ! !

TMD I'm straight! ! !straight! ! !I want to break my door, there are no windows, no mouse holes! ! !

Search keywords: Protagonist: chord┃Supporting role: ……… I don’t know. ┃Others: ……… I don’t know if I’m lying! ! !

1. Boarding...

St. Morester College, the largest art college in the world, is located on a small island in the southern Pacific Ocean. It has been established for 380 years and covers an area of ​​about 180 square kilometers. It includes hospitals, cinemas, gas stations, supermarkets, shopping malls, and amusement parks. All public facilities such as forest parks, trams, subway stations, etc. are managed in a closed-door system. All teenagers and girls who have the possibility will be sent to colleges for long-term training from elementary school to university.

Among them, the University of St. Moorster College is divided into Mogley Branch College, Deyari Branch College, Salieri Branch College and Sisley Branch College. There are several campus group activities every year, and they do not interfere with each other at other times.

The four sub-academies are also good at different things. For example, the Sally Lee sub-academy is a women's college composed of female students, especially in dance and painting.

The Mogley branch college is a men's college composed entirely of male students, and has a lot of experience in photography and sculpture.

The Delia Branch College and the Siris Branch College are both male and female, and they are more prominent in music and literature respectively.

Money, power, identity, and status may be required to enter St. Most College, but what is more important is talent and hard work.

——There are many students in St. Most College, but the only thing they have in common is that they all have certain talents, or their hard work makes them become acquired talents.Outstanding graduates will be recommended to world-renowned brokerage companies, choirs, writers associations, musicians associations, fine arts associations, dance associations and other places for further study.

Generally speaking, entering St. Most College means being an elite, or in other words—a dragon and a phoenix among men.

……talent?

…………… Elite? ?

……………… Dragon and phoenix among men? ? ?

………………………… So… I’m just an ordinary passer-by passing by to get some soy sauce. Why was I forced into this academy? Hey! ?

Standing on the deck of a huge cruise ship, I cried out to the vast blue sea in front of me for three weeks—although it was a silent cry in my heart.

In short, all of this had to be said three weeks ago-I was just occasionally free so I went to listen to Mom and Dad's concert-I swear that I have never touched any musical instruments, let alone painting, sculpture, etc. I'm not interested at all, but why am I attracted by some professor? !

Speaking of which, my grades in the college entrance examination are obviously very good, and my first choice has been fulfilled. I think the medical department of a well-known university has more prospects than an art school—but why am I still rejected regardless of my wishes? , was sent on a cruise ship by parents to go to the legendary art elite academy? !

I beat the side of the boat with a full face, ignoring passers-by pointing at me.

It's eight o'clock in the morning, and the sea breeze is a bit cold, so there are very few people on the deck, and there are very fashionable rich ladies and young masters coming and going, but the difference is that they don't look down on them as much as I thought. Poor people—although they speak and do things with a sense of pride, unwilling to be inferior to others, and have a bit of arrogance.

Ignoring all the onlookers, I took a few steps, sat on the nearest sun lounger on the deck, and bemoaned the next few years of college life.

The notice says what department I am a student from?

violin?

……Seems to be.

But I haven't touched the violin for a long time, hey...

In order to prepare for the college entrance examination, I wasted a whole year playing the violin.

But luckily now, my college entrance examination results and my first choice, which I spent so much time on, were completely ignored. Instead, I have to live on the violin that I have neglected for a year...

Sure enough, it's Tianli Wheel's return, so I'm not happy...

The violin gods must be punishing me!

To actually let a guy like me who can stand out from the crowd enter this kind of elite academy, could it be that you actually want to use my clumsiness and ordinaryness to set off their intelligence and extraordinaryness?God of the violin, you are too much!

Hehyun, you have to be strong!Your only advantage is that you can bend and stretch, and you can endure what ordinary people can't bear!

I silently clenched my fists to cheer myself up, and grabbed the small bag given by the professor who sent me to the tanker from my trouser pocket.

There are only three things inside, the identification card, the school badge, and a thin, somewhat transparent note.

I pulled out the note.

There are only two strings of numbers on it, one is my student number and the other is my bedroom number.

The student number is 201008888, and the house number is 1088.

...a lot of 8, it seems that my fortune seems to be good recently.

I didn't smile, I tried to raise the corners of my mouth upwards in an effort of joy, and subconsciously touched the watch on my right hand.

In the new environment, the most important thing is interpersonal relationship. I hope to make friends in the new school.

Thinking of this, I feel sad and angry again.

My beautiful college life where I died before I graduated from school...

I struggled for a long time, finally sighed in resignation, and put the note that my new life was about to start back into my pocket.

Apart from the huge oil tanker I was in, all I could see was blue. The blue sky and the blue water formed a line where the water and the sky meet. Occasionally coming from a distance, the white waves hitting the hull of the ship, with the unique sound of the sea, make me feel refreshed.

The seagulls whined softly and passed over my head, swaying and landing on the ship's side. The white feathers set off the golden side of the ship, which was a bit dazzling—yes, it was dazzling.

This ship unexpectedly painted the hull and sides of the ship in gold!I grin!It's not shooting the golden [beep——] string!

The tanker I am boarding now is called the Marilyn Monroe, which means sexy and beautiful (it is said that the captain is a fan of Marilyn Monroe). It is a luxury tanker specially used to pick up students. After half a month, cross half of the Pacific Ocean, and then arrive at St. Morester College.

All the people on this ship are my future classmates, seniors, and teachers—but because most of the students are directly enrolled in higher education, it makes me, a transfer student, feel a lot of trouble.

In short no matter what!

I, He Xian, a 17-year-old ordinary boy who just graduated from high school, will spend the next... four years of college life in this elite art academy.

I wandered around trying to find my destination—bedroom No. 1088. In fact, a crew member pointed me in the direction, but I was still dazzled by the same room door panels and gorgeous wallpapers, and got lost on the second floor of the tanker...

Although the name and house number are marked on the door panels of the room, but—what the hell is going on with such cumbersome cursive characters!Oh, I can't recognize it!I really can't recognize it!Captain of this ship, you can be more coquettish and vulgar, it doesn't matter!I curse your jj shrinking to an inch, bastard!

I stood at a fork in the corridor with a full face, hoping that the crew would pass by in the next second and save my life—I swear that I am really not a road idiot. I have never lost my way since I was a child. It's just... This ghostly place like a maze is really beyond the scope of the automatic navigation system in my brain...

As a result, I stood there for 10 minutes and no one passed by.

...Forget it, go knock on the door of a nearby room and ask.

Making up my mind, I flipped a coin to decide which way I should go.

Back to the left, front to the right, upright to the middle - I ended up choosing the right path.

I took a few steps and settled on the panel of the door closest to me.

Compared with the other doors, this door is more ornate. The door panel is also covered with a layer of dark red velvet, and the cursive characters with the house number on it are more smoky than usual, which makes me confused.The handle and frame of the door are the same golden yellow as the boat, with dark patterns inlaid on it, very shiny and very vulgar.

I knocked for a while, but no one came to the door—I thought no one was in there.

So I looked at the layer of velvet on the door with envy.

How much is this thing worth when you tear it off and sell it...

I couldn't help knocking on the door again - it felt good, I stroked it carefully, trying to find the gap and tear off the fine and smooth velvet, but I couldn't find the gap after 10 minutes - okay I admit that I am a valuables connoisseur.

until the door panel suddenly turned inward