My roommate secretly despised women, yet she obsessively built a persona as a "Girls' Girl." To everyone's face, she would say: "I just love being around pretty girls! Men can stay away!" "Your girlfriend is so cute! I wish she was my wife." But behind their backs: "I think she's just average. The main issue is she's a bit... whatever, are all girls like this? Hard to say." "She's basically soft-porn bait, isn't she? Girls like that are absolutely disgusting." What she didn't know was... I was the campus whistleblower. And I was going to livestream her judgment to the entire school. 01 I had just started the livestream and adjusted the hidden camera when Chloe, our university's beloved "It Girl," stormed into our dorm room and slapped me hard across the face. "Chloe, what are you doing?" "Lexi, that Hermès bag you lent me was fake, wasn't it?! Do you have any idea how humiliated I was today?! I was hanging out with the star quarterback's new girlfriend—that little slut—and she actually had the nerve to suggest my bag might be a fake! She told me I got scammed and told me to get it authenticated at a boutique!" I touched my stinging, red cheek and subtly adjusted the camera pinned to my collar. "Chloe, I never said my bag was real." Hearing me confirm it was fake, Chloe's fury exploded. First, she dumped everything inside her purse onto my desk. Then, she threw my fake Hermès bag onto the floor and viciously stomped on it repeatedly. While stomping, she screamed at me: "If it was fake, why didn't you say so?! You did this on purpose to humiliate me, didn't you?!" "Lexi, how does a manipulative, calculating bitch like you even get into grad school?!" "Being your roommate is the worst luck of my entire life. Girls like you make me sick!" I bent down and picked up the fake Hermès bag, now covered in dirty footprints. "Chloe, first of all, regardless of whether this bag is real or fake, I never agreed to lend it to you." "You went through my closet without my permission and took it." Chloe rolled her eyes aggressively. "If I knew it was fake, I wouldn't have even looked at it!" "You are so pathetic and vain. If you can't afford the real thing, don't buy it. Buying a fake just to flex is disgusting." "I'm going to take a shower. Let me use your shower card. I have a party to go to tonight, and I refuse to be outdressed by the girlfriends those guys are bringing." I didn't argue. I quietly handed my pre-paid shower card to Chloe. 02 Once Chloe entered the bathroom, I picked up my phone to check the livestream. The chat was going absolutely insane. [Wait, WHAT?! This is what Chloe is like behind closed doors? Someone tell me this is scripted!] [Isn't Chloe famous for her 'girls supporting girls' gentle older sister aesthetic?] [I'm the girl she hung out with today. She complimented me a hundred times to my face, but she's calling me a slut behind my back?!] [So her whole 'girls' girl' persona is a total fraud? She actually hates women?!] I let out a cold smirk and pasted a pre-written message into the live chat. [Hello everyone, I am the Campus Whistleblower, Lexi, and also Chloe's roommate. Starting today, I will be exposing the hidden, ugly truth behind Chloe's fake 'Girls' Girl' persona. Please keep an eye on this channel, as I will go live whenever necessary. WARNING: Until these broadcasts are fully concluded, everyone is strictly forbidden from discussing this outside of this livestream. Act like nothing is happening. If Chloe finds out about this broadcast, I will terminate the stream immediately, and YOU will be selected as the next target for a live exposé.] Driven by human nature's insatiable thirst for drama—and the sheer terror of becoming my next target—the students in the chat frantically promised absolute secrecy. 03 Half an hour later, Chloe finished her shower. She carelessly tossed the shower card onto my lap. "Oops, guess I used it all up. The balance is zero. You'll just have to skip your shower tonight. Not that it matters, you always smell like cheap soap anyway." After her little jab, she let out a condescending giggle and started tearing through her closet looking for an outfit. "I've already worn all these designer dresses. The four most popular guys on campus are going to be at this party tonight. I can't be seen wearing last season's clothes!" "These off-brand ones aren't good enough either..." As she complained, she suddenly turned to look at me. "Lexi, didn't your mom buy you a Dior dress for your birthday last month?" "That one... should be real, right?" I nodded. She walked over, looping her arm over my shoulder with a fake, sugary smile. "Lexi, let me borrow it tonight! I promise I won't ruin it. Just consider it compensation for humiliating me today." I reached into the very back of my closet and pulled out a garment bag. Just as Chloe's eyes lit up and she reached out to snatch it, I lifted it out of her reach. I smiled at her. "Chloe, you can borrow the dress, but you have to take me to the party tonight. Deal?" Chloe froze. Seeing her hesitation, I explained: "I've been really stressed lately. I just want to relax and have some fun." She looked me up and down with an incredibly hostile, judgmental glare. "I guess you can come. But you better watch what you say, and don't you dare ruin my image." I knew exactly what she meant. Our university's grad school dorms only housed two students per room. At first, Chloe kept up her act around me. But as we spent more time alone, she couldn't maintain the facade 24/7, so she eventually stopped trying. Her psychotic, two-faced nature was something only I knew about. But now... I tapped the hidden camera on my collar. I wasn't the only one who knew anymore. I nodded obediently, promising I wouldn't say anything stupid. Satisfied, Chloe took my designer dress and sat down to do her makeup. I took the opportunity to glance at the livestream chat. [I'm going to that party tonight, and I seriously don't know if I can hold myself back from slapping her.] [You better hold it back! I want to keep watching this!] [If you can't hold back, don't go! I'll go instead! I have the patience of a saint!] [I'm actually kind of heartbroken. It feels like watching my favorite character turn into the evil villain.] ... 04 Chloe did her makeup relatively quickly. Within half an hour, she was fully dolled up. Rocking her signature "gentle, supportive older sister" vibe. Right before we left, she looked at my completely bare face. "Lexi, why don't I do your makeup for you?" "You look so plain, it's going to make me look like I'm trying way too hard." I agreed, and Chloe started painting my face. "Lexi, you're so pale you look like a ghost. Let's use a darker foundation to warm you up." She pumped out a massive amount of the darkest, orangest shade she had and slathered it all over my face. When she finished the base, I looked at my muddy, orange face and laughed internally. "Let's do the trendy 'Asian Baby Girl' makeup for your eyes!" She grabbed a hyper-pigmented, neon eyeshadow palette and aggressively packed color onto my eyelids. "Perfect! So gorgeous! Now let's finish it with a bright red lip!" She laughed as she admired her work. "You look so good you could literally debut as a pop star right now." "Really? Does it look that good?" I stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror, making sure the livestream audience got a crystal-clear look at the masterpiece she had created. [Knowing Chloe's actual aesthetic, there is a zero percent chance she genuinely thinks that looks good.] [Considering Chloe's own makeup skills, there's no way she could only manage to do that. She intentionally made Lexi look like a clown.] [I knew she was a bitch, but I didn't know she was this much of a bitch.] [Ugh, she called me 'wifey' once and now I want to throw up!] Chloe stood behind me, smiling so hard her face looked like it might crack. "Lexi, I've never seen you look so stunning." "I bet tons of guys are going to ask for your number tonight!" 05 At 10:00 PM, inside the VIP room of Club X. The moment Chloe walked into the booth, she started screeching with exaggerated excitement: "Wifey!! It's been so long! You look even prettier!!" "Omg, Brandon, you got a new girlfriend?! She's so cute! She looks so soft and sweet!" "Can I hug her? You guys know I have zero resistance to pretty girls." "I just love being around pretty girls! Men can stay away!" Chloe's voice dominated the entire room. But the room didn't give her the reaction she wanted. Because every single pair of eyes was glued to me. They didn't say a word, but I could clearly read the profound pity in their eyes. "Oh right! I brought a friend today! Another super gorgeous girl~" "This is Lexi, my roommate." "If any of you guys are single, you can ask for her Snapchat! Don't bother asking for mine, I only want to hang out with the girls tonight~" Chloe dragged me right under the harsh, unflattering overhead light so everyone could get a clear view of my neon, muddy face. Meanwhile, she stood in the soft, flattering ambient light, casually tossing her hair, oozing calculated charm. I played exactly the role she wanted me to play, standing awkwardly, looking deeply uncomfortable and insecure. After ensuring she was the center of attention, Chloe stepped back into her "caring older sister" role to "rescue" me. "Wait? Really? Nobody wants her Snapchat?" "You guys are so rude!" "You aren't considering a girl's feelings at all!" "Lexi, just sit next to me. We don't need to hang out with these smelly guys anyway." 06 Once she sat down, Chloe didn't look at me for a single second. She began hunting for her next target, meticulously maintaining her persona. Taking advantage of the distraction, I pulled out my phone and checked the stream. [I must have been legally blind. How did I not see through her fake, toxic 'pick-me' energy?] [Did she spray herself with green tea perfume before she left? Because she is the ultimate two-faced bitch.] (Note: 'Green Tea' is Chinese internet slang for a manipulative, two-faced woman who pretends to be innocent). [Someone posted on the campus forum before that Chloe was fake, and I argued with them for three days straight defending her. Looking back, I deserve to die!] [I want to die more. For my birthday two days ago, I literally wished to be more like Chloe. Is it too late to take that back?!] [Poor commenter above. Let's hope that's the one wish in your life that doesn't come true.] Just as I was about to lock my phone, a private DM popped up. [Lexi, come to the restroom. I need to talk to you.] I looked around the room. I didn't see anyone missing from the booth. And more importantly, I remembered explicitly turning off the DM feature for this broadcast. Who was this? How were they able to DM me? My heart skipped a beat. I clicked on their profile. It was completely blank. Obviously a burner account. "Lexi, we're gonna play a drinking game! Want to join?" Chloe suddenly leaned in, startling me. I quickly locked my phone, looking flustered. "You guys go ahead, Chloe. I need to use the restroom." The second I stood up, Chloe immediately slid into my seat. As I turned to close the booth door, I realized that the seat on the other side of my spot was occupied by two extremely attractive guys. Ah, Chloe. Even her fake concern was entirely transactional. Thank you for proving you are rotten to the core. It makes exposing you feel so much better. 07 The second I pushed the restroom door open, someone grabbed me and yanked me inside. When I got a clear look at her face, I was shocked. "Sydney?" "It's me." Sydney was a notoriously wealthy heiress at our university. In last year's Campus Queen election, she lost to Chloe by exactly one vote. Not only did the heiress gracefully accept defeat, but when the organizers reviewed the ballots, they discovered Sydney had actually cast her own vote for Chloe. The campus went wild, and a massive group of students started "shipping" the elegant Campus Queen Chloe and the wealthy heiress Sydney. "This is the first time in my life I completely misjudged someone." From her tone, it was obvious Sydney was deeply disturbed by the fact that she had voted for Chloe. I couldn't stay in the restroom for long, and I didn't have time to listen to Sydney's emotional journey, so I cut straight to the chase. "Why did you bring me here?" Sydney pulled a makeup wipe out of her designer bag and tossed it to me. "Take off that garbage. I'm doing your makeup." She started pulling luxury cosmetics out of her bag, lining them up on the sink counter. That was when I noticed the bag she was carrying. It was the exact same model as the one I had "lent" Chloe yesterday. Except Sydney's was undeniably authentic, while the one Chloe borrowed was a fake. Why did Sydney bring this specific bag tonight? To slap Chloe in the face with reality and confront her? If she did that, she would blow my cover and ruin the livestream. I stopped her hand and pushed the makeup wipe back toward her bag. "I don't need new makeup." "And please remember the rules of my broadcast." "Thank you." I turned to walk out. "Lexi, aren't you curious why I was able to DM you even though you disabled the feature?" Her words stopped me in my tracks. I turned back, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Are you also a Truth Seeker for this world?" As I spoke, I temporarily scrambled the livestream signal, cutting the feed. Sydney froze for two seconds, looking at me in total confusion. "What are you talking about? Truth..." I quickly cut her off. "Nothing. Just a nickname I gave myself." "Tell me, how did you message me?" "Because..." Sydney leaned close to my ear and whispered: "Let me redo your makeup, and I'll tell you." My eyelid twitched violently. I had the distinct feeling I was being played. "We've wasted too much time already. You have five minutes." The second I agreed, Sydney ripped open a wipe and aggressively started scrubbing the neon mud off my face. While she did, I restored the livestream feed. [Why did it go black just now?] [I stepped away for a second, why is Sydney doing Lexi's makeup? Didn't she just say no?] [Well, Sydney already looks way more professional than Chloe. Lexi's skin tone actually looks normal now.] [It's not about being more professional. Chloe intentionally made Lexi look hideous!] [Ahhhh! When are they going back to the booth?! I need to know what Chloe is doing right now!] [I'm in the booth! I'll tell you—she's playing a drinking game and holding some other girl's boyfriend's hand.] [Ugh! I wish I was there to see the drama in person! This 5-minute wait feels like a lifetime!] Five minutes later, Sydney snapped her fingers. "Perfect! Now you actually look like a star!" I turned around and looked in the mirror. Sydney definitely knew what she was doing. I was almost shocked; the girl in the mirror barely looked like me. [Omg, Lexi is actually gorgeous with proper makeup! I think she's prettier than Chloe!] [And the heiress used actual high-end products. Chloe deliberately used cheap, dollar-store trash on Lexi.] [Can Sydney mail me her hands so I can use them to do my makeup?] [You aren't committed enough! I'd gladly mail my whole head to the heiress so she could do my makeup!] I locked my phone and looked at Sydney. "Makeup's done. Talk." Sydney smirked. "It's simple. The livestreaming app you're using was developed by my family's tech company. Having them grant me an override access was nothing." Ah. Makes sense. And here I thought Sydney belonged to the TR Organization, a fellow Truth Seeker like me. "Alright, business is concluded. I'm heading back." "Who said we're done?" "I'm going back to the booth with you." I frowned deeply. "Why are you going in there? If you're planning to confront Chloe, now is not the time." "Her true malice hasn't fully surfaced yet. Confronting her now is a waste." Sydney clicked her tongue, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me toward the door. "You're overthinking it. Why would I bother confronting her?" "But if you want to trigger the deepest, darkest malice hiding inside her, I have an idea." "What idea?" Sydney didn't answer. She dragged me all the way down the hall, stopped in front of our booth, and violently kicked the door open.
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