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The Supervisor Came To My Bed Again

After dying from exhaustion caused by her toxic boss, a woman wakes up back in her college dormitory. Her supervisor was once her roommate, a competitive peer who monitored her every move and sabotaged her peace. Now armed with memories of the future, the protagonist decides to exploit her rival's deep-seated anxieties. By faking late-night study sessions, she forces her obsessed roommate into a cycle of sleep deprivation and paranoia, reclaiming her life in this young adult mystery.
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Chapter 2

Then, I opened a shopping app and bought more secure curtains for my bed and the desk underneath my bunk bed.

No one in our dorm had such curtains.

When we first started college, all of us who stayed in the same room discussed this.

Jane had a look of disdain. “I don’t like those curtains. They’re so stuffy, and they’ll limit your space.”

I still wanted to install those curtains, but she told me, “Look, we just met. We need to spend more time getting to know each other. If you install those curtains, others might think that we have a bad relationship when they see it. Besides, our walkway’s already quite narrow. With those curtains, it’ll be even narrower. It’s going to be hard for us to walk!”

Our two other roommates agreed with her, so I followed the majority.

However, I did not care about them anymore.

I focused on studying in the library for over an hour.

Suddenly, I felt a shiver run down my spine.

As expected, I saw Jane looking around between two shelves.

I wanted to push my books onto the seat nearby to make it look like it had been taken. Unfortunately, it was too late.

Jane immediately sat beside me as she panted. “Rue, you’re too competitive. It’s so hard to find you!

“You were studying the entire night, weren’t you? I heard you! I even saw you turning on the night light…

“We’re roommates, so why are you hiding this from us?”

I stared at her expressionlessly and used my pen to point at the sticker on the table. It said “No speaking.”

She did not understand what I was pointing at. She thought I was indicating that I wanted to continue studying.

“Hey, I know you like to study, but it wouldn’t hurt to get some rest! Don’t tell me you’re so competitive that you skipped breakfast just to study?!”

I turned around and ignored her, as I wanted to focus on my book.

Jane took out her phone and gasped. She then started to tidy her hair.

“I was rushing out today, so I didn’t even manage to put any makeup on. I didn’t expect someone to flirt with me on AirDrop!”

I glanced at her phone. Someone had AirDropped her a photo.

Jane glanced at her surroundings. No one was looking up, so she shyly accepted the request.

It was a photo of a pig.

[Damn it. Can you shut the hell up?]

She then fell silent.

Jane kept glancing at what I was doing. When she saw that I was watching some lectures online, she took out her tablet too. But since she could not talk in the library, she could not stand it and left.

Thanks to that person who shut her up, I was able to study in peace for a few hours.

I did not care about the high shipping fees, so my new curtains arrived in the afternoon.

I took my parcels and returned to the dorm. The room was not soundproof, so I could hear them talking as I reached the door.

“Oh, my. Why is she so competitive? Can’t she just enjoy her college life?”

“That’s right. She had the lights on all of last night, and this morning, she went to the library to study. No wonder she always gets the highest score in our year! But even if she’s still young, she can’t torture herself for such a long time!”

“Whatever. She doesn’t care about her health, so why do you care about it so much?”

I opened the door with my key and walked directly to my place.

They immediately went quiet. But Jane could not maintain her silence when she saw my two parcels.

“Rue, what did you buy?”

I simply said, “ Mosquito nets.”

Jane did not believe me. She picked up my parcel and saw for herself.

“Rue, why are you changing your curtains? This is the type that surrounds your bed from all sides!” she said loudly.

I took down my previous curtains and prepared to put on the new ones. “Didn’t we agree to not get these privacy curtains?!” she shrieked.

I glanced at my other roommates, and they also stared at me in confusion.

“If I didn’t see your eyes in that mirror on your desk every time I turned around, I wouldn’t need to spend the money on this,” I answered indifferently.