Ch. 86 - A Roommate, Finally
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Notes
Translator's note: Yiren, "伊人" in Chinese, literally means "that girl."
This chapter is broken. Please report this on discord.
Translator's note: Yiren, "伊人" in Chinese, literally means "that girl."
I opened the delivery app. Since this area was mostly student housing, the food options were… limited.
Most of the restaurants here were places I’d never heard of, and the flavors were always a gamble. Sometimes surprisingly good, sometimes something my soul rejected on instinct.
And if I ordered from farther away, the delivery fee would skyrocket.
Honestly, the price of delivery had discouraged me more than once, but now that I was financially liberated?
I could order guilt-free.
Delivery couriers were divided into two categories: Those who flew on brooms—fast but expensive. And those who didn’t have a flight license—so they used bikes. Cheap, but slow.
In theory, a flight license made delivering food a lucrative side gig. Fast trips, more orders, more money.
But I seriously doubted anyone was getting a flight license just to become a delivery witch.
…Right?
Anyway, I went with the cheaper bike delivery option. The restaurant was a bit far, so it’d take some time—but I didn’t mind.
Couriers could borrow specialized alchemical insulation kits from the delivery club, so the food would stay warm and fresh. And the estimated delivery time lined up perfectly with my dinner schedule.
Perfect.
Once I placed the order, I finally allowed myself to relax. I had been cramming for the theory exam all day. My brain was still full of flight safety rules and those infamous “Disastrous Flying Accident” case studies.
Like:
You are flying at a regulated altitude when a fast-moving dark object appears from your upper-left.
What is the correct response?
Correct Answer:
Veer right immediately and apply a defensive spell.Wrong Answer Traps Included Things Like:
Veer left (which would create a collision)orPrepare offensive counterspell, prioritize dominance and survival.Yeah. Real smart, exam writers. Totally not encouraging reckless spellcaster behavior.
I was just leaning back and enjoying my rare post-exam peace when I heard something.
A sound.
Soft.
Knocking.
I froze, held my breath. And I listened again.
Yes. Someone was knocking on my door.
At this hour?
Could it be… my new roommate?
I shot upright and hurried to the door—then paused halfway. If it were a roommate, she should have a room key. Then why knock?
Still—I went to open the door.
When I did, I found two girls standing outside.
Just from their posture, it was obvious. The girl standing behind held an easy authority—poised, composed. Definitely a senior.
The one in front looked like she might disappear if you breathed too hard. Her outfit was cute and colorful in a slightly mismatched, "my mom picked this" kind of way. Her shoulders were drawn in, her head dipped, and she hadn’t looked up a single time.
Whatever happened before they got here… it must’ve been something.
“Hi, Senior. Are you here to drop off a new student?” I came to myself quickly and pieced the situation together, then smiled and addressed the senior standing behind her.
“Yeah. This is 62 of the Newbie District, right? I’ve barely been here before.” She checked the room key in her hand, then passed it to me.
“Number 62, Street 2, Newbie District—yep, this is the place.” I tapped the card to the reader. The lock clicked open.
So, confirmed.
Which meant—
I finally had a roommate.
“Perfect. Thanks for bringing her. Does she have luggage? I can help carry—” I stepped aside warmly. Her posture and expression said everything: she did not want to be here. And her dynamic with the senior was… not great.
Better to get her inside quickly and out of that situation.
“Luggage? She didn’t bring any. Anyway—delivery complete. I’ll leave her to you.” The senior waved like this was all someone else’s problem, which, honestly, was still an improvement over SOMEONE—at least she escorted her here instead of dumping her somewhere random.
Unlike that one time when she literally got tossed on the sidewalk.
Yeah… small mercies.
This girl’s name—apparently—was Dongli Yiren.
Except… something about that didn’t feel right.
Wait.
No.
Don’t tell me—was she also—
“I told you I’m NOT called Yiren!” The girl in front suddenly snapped, though her voice was low and strained.
“Oh—right. Sorry.” The senior blinked as she had just remembered something trivial. “She used to be a boy, so I renamed her. Sounds similar enough, right? Anyway—take care of each other, okay? Don’t—you know—ignore her just because of that.”
She tossed that last part out so casually it might as well have been a grenade.
The girl’s head dropped so low I thought she might dig herself into the floor. And then, without waiting for any of us to say anything else, the senior hopped onto her broom and took off into the sky.
Leaving pure awkward silence behind.
“…I’m sorry.” The newly renamed girl murmured. “If you mind, I can leave—”
“Please,” I clicked my tongue. “Leave and go where? Once you enter The Witch School, you don’t exactly walk back out. What are you going to do, sleep under a staircase? The academy gave you a dorm for a reason.”
She froze mid-step.
“You and that senior clearly weren’t getting along,” I continued. “She’s gone. Come inside. I don’t care that you used to be a boy.”
I pushed the door open wider and stepped aside so she could enter.
No way am I letting my first roommate escape.
“You really don’t mind?” Her voice was barely audible. “But earlier you looked—”
“Acting,” I interrupted. “She wanted to see you rejected. Did you not see how satisfied she looked when she said it?”
I smiled. Because yeah—this kid was either very shy or very easy to read. Maybe both.
“…Thank you,” she whispered.
“No more thank-yous. Come on. I’ve been living here alone, and it’s been boring.” I led her inside and gently closed the door behind us.
Just like that— the villa finally had its second resident.