The School Belle Roommate Who Used the Public Washing Machine to Wash Her Underwear

Chapter 1: The Scandal in the Laundry Room

The dorm mate, who is usually adored by everyone as the campus belle, used the public washing machine for her poop-stained underwear.

Unaware of this, I found out and directly ranted about this immoral behavior on the confession wall.

Then I was ostracized by the whole class, and even lost my chance to join the Party.

But I'm not someone to be trifled with; I don't care if she's a campus belle or a joke, Mom here fights gods and ghosts alike!

1

I stared in shock at the underwear in the washing machine, stained with a brownish substance.

My stomach churned instantly.

I immediately snapped a picture and posted it on the confession wall, condemning such immoral behavior.

Comments flooded under the post instantly, forming a long chain.

"Wow, so disgusting, why not mosaic it? Even my last year's meal wants to come up, I'll never dare use the public washing machine again!"

"Ew~ It's actually the girls' dorm. Turns out some girls aren't hygienic either!"

"Thinking.jpg. The poop is so dark; this classmate must be having some digestive issues lately."

"Wow, the person above is so gross! I'm gonna puke!"

"Who is it exactly? I've used that washing machine before; I'm going crazy! Wonder if that was the first time they used it."

After posting, I rushed back to the dorm with my clothes. I'll never dare use a public washing machine again in the future.

Back in the dormitory, my other roommates were also crazily discussing the confession wall matter.

Everyone was racking their brains trying to figure out whose underwear it was.

At this moment, the campus belle roommate Sophie Walton suddenly walked in with a grim face.

Sophie was carrying a basin of clothes, which I instantly recognized.

It was the basin everyone was crazily discussing!

Sophie angrily smashed the basin onto the floor.

Pointing at me, she said:

"Eric Graham, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Why put such a small matter on the confession wall? How do you expect me to face anyone now!"

This girl stumped me with her question.

Who would have thought the glamorous campus belle could do something so immoral?

The three of us looked at each other in astonishment, unable to speak for a long while.

Coming out of shock, I said to Sophie Walton:

Initially, I spoke gently to Sophie Walton:

"Sophie, I didn't know this was your clothes, but you were at fault. It's a public washing machine. After all,

putting intimate apparel in there really isn't appropriate. Go disinfect and clean it, and I'll have the administrator delete the post."

Sophie not only didn't appreciate it but accused me:

"Eric Graham, don't pretend to be a good person here. You're usually so silent. Who knew you could do something so malicious!

What's wrong with washing intimate apparel? My whole family washes theirs together; there's no problem with that!

Why are you so fussy? No wonder you're a rich kid with all these standards. Why don't you move out?

Sorry for making this rich lady endure living in the dorms with us. We poor folks just aren't that particular!"

Hearing Sophie's words, my anger surged instantly.

"Sis! Are you out of your mind?

This isn't just about intimate apparel; there's poop on your underwear! Feces! Your excretion! Get it?

Does your family's washing machine double as a toilet?

Do you wash your excrement and clothes together?

If so, I have to say, your family's quirk is really impressive!"

The other three couldn't hold back their laughter and silently gave me a thumbs up.

An enraged Sophie tried to give me a slap.

But how could I give her the chance?

My Taekwondo isn't for nothing; I grabbed her hand and gave her an over-the-shoulder throw.

Looking back, Sophie was already down on the floor with a look of pain on her face.

I disdainfully wiped my hands.

"Ugh, I don't want to get any human excretions on me. It's disgusting. After all, I don't have that peculiar hobby."

Sophie's cry was truly earth-shattering; even Meng Jiangnv would bow to her as a master.

Great! Now, not many people knew it was her, but her loud cry brought everyone over.

It's hard for others not to know now; is her brain filled with mush?

2

Sophie's crying drew in a crowd of onlookers, even the dorm manager auntie.

The bustling crowd around was chattering and discussing.

"Wow! Isn't this the campus belle Sophie Walton? She couldn't be the one washing the underwear in the machine, could she?"

"No way, no way; Sophie Walton wouldn't do such a thing. Can't imagine!"

The crowd gasped in shock at the statement: "Oh my god!"

Sophie's crying intensified.

I stood beside her, covering my ears, fearing I might go deaf.

Soon, the commotion drew in the dorm manager auntie.

The moment Auntie opened the door and saw Sophie on the floor, she hurried over to help her up.

"Oh dear, Sophie, get up, get up. Why are you lying on the floor!

What on earth happened, who bullied Sophie!"

Someone in the crowd said:

"Oh come on auntie, you can't say Sophie was bullied without knowing anything.

We can't assume someone crying is automatically right!"

Several classmates chimed in agreement.

But Sophie, as if grabbing a lifeline, clutched Auntie's arm and started sobbing:

"Auntie, I really didn't mean to; I carelessly put my underwear in.

How could I not even know such a basic rule!

But Eric Graham directly posted about me on the confession wall; how am I supposed to face anyone in the future!"

Auntie looked at us both, shaking her head helplessly.

"Alright, alright, auntie believes you, auntie knows you're not that kind of person.

Everyone, disperse; it's not a big deal.

Tomorrow I'll disinfect the washing machine inside and out; it won't affect your use!"

With that, everyone finally left.

Auntie looked at me and said:

"Eric Graham, you're all roommates; don't make it so unpleasant. Let's say this matter is over.

Also, hurry and delete that confession wall post!"

I retorted defiantly:

"Auntie, this matter is entirely Sophie's fault. Whether intentional or not, she should be responsible for what she did.

She's not a child; doesn't she have that awareness?"

"Alright, alright, enough said. I already mentioned I'll disinfect the washing machine; it won't affect your use!

You're roommates, can't you be a bit more forgiving? You're university students; don't you have that awareness?"

Before I could say anything else,

Auntie pretended to tell Sophie to be more careful next time and not make such mistakes again.

Then she walked away without looking back.

Sophie's eyes were red, she nodded, looking like a frightened little rabbit, every move evoking pity.

No wonder, Sophie usually greets Auntie and praises her, calling her young and beautiful.

Who doesn't like someone pretty and sweet-talking?

As soon as Auntie closed the door, Sophie glared at me fiercely.

Wishing to tear me apart.

I was truly amazed at her acting skills, no less than an actor from the entertainment industry!

I crossed my arms and said sarcastically:

"Oh, the great actress Sophie Walton's performance is impressive! She turns her face faster than flipping through a book, truly putting on a good show!"

"Eric Graham, stop being sarcastic here, are you the only one who can talk in this dorm?

Let me tell you, if you want to make things difficult for me, Sophie Walton, I won't make it easy for you either!"

I looked at Sophie Walton with disdain.

"Oh? Then let me see how you plan to make things difficult for me!"

Then, I enunciated word by word:

"The uncultured un-der-wear sister!"

Upon hearing 'underwear sister,' Sophie Walton seemed to have a berserk switch flipped.

Disregarding her usual lady-like demeanor, she rolled up her sleeves and charged towards me.

"Eric Graham! What did you say! I'm going to tear your mouth apart!"

Sophie Walton was no match for me. With just a move, I had her crying for mercy.

"Sophie Walton, don't overestimate yourself. In this life, in the next life, and in the life after that, you'll never be able to beat me!"

3

Since Sophie Walton had a run-in with me, she became noticeably more cautious.

Whenever she saw me at school, she'd go out of her way to avoid me.

I thought this matter was over, but unexpectedly, Sophie Walton posted a lengthy apology statement on the confession wall.

The underlying tone was full of pretentious innocence, subtly pointing fingers at me.

She kept emphasizing how poor her family was and how wealthy mine was.

Everyone loves drama, and this matter once again hit the high note.

Sophie Walton's usual sycophants began to defend her, pitying her for having a malicious roommate like me.

Sophie responded understandingly:

"Don't say that about Eric. After all, the fault lies with me, and she meant well.

Maybe because of our vast differences in upbringing, it's normal to have different habits. I understand."

"Wow, as expected of our campus queen—so magnanimous; not just anyone can be the campus queen!"

"Of course, who is Sophie? She's not someone just anyone can compare to.

I despise people who think they can do whatever they want just because their family has money!"

And so, Sophie Walton fooled a group of guys, making them spin like tops.

I instantly became the enemy of all the boys in school.

Ever since, wherever I went, boys would gossip about me.

Even more absurdly, the instructor suddenly called me in for a talk.

The instructor told me that after this incident with Sophie Walton,

she developed psychological issues, but she still insisted on attending class without taking leave.

The instructor went on and on singing praises about Sophie Walton.

The instructor, normally indifferent to matters in the class, a middle-aged greasy uncle,

now suddenly seemed eager to care for Sophie Walton.

Sipping goji berry tea with crossed legs, the instructor meaningfully said to me:

"Eric, your grades are good, I know, but having good grades is not enough,

Look at Sophie Walton, her grades are comparable to yours, and she is very popular among classmates as well.

You should learn more from her—some trivial matters can be let go, nothing too big, right?"

I snorted disdainfully, found a chair and sat down.

"Instructor, what should I learn from Sophie Walton?

Learning to put underwear with excrement in the public washing machine, or to twist facts on the confession wall?

Moreover, it's been a few days since the incident, why didn't she apologize to me at the time?

Now running off to the confession wall to post an apology statement, she says she has psychological issues, well now I also have psychological issues.

What now?"

The instructor suddenly became serious, clearing his throat.

"Eric, watch your language, this is a campus! Now Sophie Walton has already developed serious psychological issues,

We hope you have some empathy, after all, the issue stemmed from you!

I don't want such an outstanding student like Sophie to have an accident, it would be a loss to both the class and the school,

And if anything did happen, you wouldn't be able to shirk responsibility!

You're standing here arguing back and forth with me, I don't see any issues with you at all!"

I sneered contemptuously.

"Teacher, are you a psychologist?

Just by the way I speak, you can determine whether I have psychological issues? You're a miracle worker!"

Silently, I cursed him: Sophie's sycophantic lackey!

Arguing with this kind of person is truly a waste of time, a waste of life.

After cursing the first, a second one will come. My time is very precious.

After saying that, I turned around and left, leaving the instructor so angry that he kept pounding the table with his cup.

I battled with the instructor for so long that it was almost past curfew time.

I ran back to the dormitory at full speed, arriving just one minute before the dormitory door closed.

The dorm aunt should not give me a hard time.

4

Just then, the dorm aunt stopped me, looking at me angrily and said:

"What time is this? It's already after curfew. Tonight, consider yourself late returning.

You must write a thousand-word reflection and submit it to me before nine tomorrow!"

I took out my phone to show the time.

"Auntie, it's 10:59 right now; it doesn't count as late."

The auntie glared at me and said:

"Are you the dorm manager or am I?

It's already 11:00 now, and I say you're late, so you are.

Stop wasting words. If you don't want to come in, I'll lock the door!"

At this moment, Sophie Walton came along in cartoon pajamas, holding onto the auntie.

"Auntie, just let Eric go this once.

Eric didn't mean to come back late, she was called by the instructor for a talk, please, auntie."

Sophie pouted and shook the auntie's arm.

The auntie immediately became amicable.

Turning to me with a face full of disdain, she said:

"Alright then, I'll let you go this once for Sophie's sake, but don't do it again, get in quickly!

It won't count as late, but you must still give me a thousand-word reflection, not a word short!"

Sophie looked at me gloatingly, eyes full of provocation.

I scoffed indifferently.

"Auntie, the school rules specify that curfew is at eleven. I reached the dorm at fifty-nine.

You're the one who stopped me, otherwise, I'd already be inside.

Moreover, I recall that dorm aunts don't have the authority to force students to write reflections."

"So what? Who can prove you reached the dorm at fifty-nine?

Anyway, neither I nor Sophie saw it.

It doesn't matter if you write or not, but I want to tell you that being late can greatly affect evaluations like end-of-term excellence and party membership qualifications!"

The dorm aunt and Sophie looked at me smugly.

I had long found this dorm aunt annoying, always using being late as a threat to students.

Today I'm going to put an end to this for everyone's sake!

Soon, I can wipe those smiles off their faces.