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She’s a Passerby, But Can See the Protagonist’s Halo

She’s a Passerby, But Can See the Protagonist’s Halo
My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I've been able to see some strange things.
For example—
In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the "precious little geniuses" with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country's database by seven...
Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.
To escape the comparisons with these "other people's children," I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.
On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito's.
Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a "rebirth" halo above her head.
She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.
By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.
But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.
My roommates each had halos like "ancient times to modern," "post-apocalyptic superhuman," "will die if not spending money," and "ghost king revival."
I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.
Over time, I gradually got used to it. "Handover systems," "management systems," "book transmigration," "infinite worlds," "three-and-a-half-year-olds," "interstellar live streams," "red envelope groups"...
The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.
Every morning, I skillfully helped my "ancient to modern" roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.
At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today's haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city's top private chef's custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, "Darling, can I really accept these?"
In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, "I feel refreshed and purified."
Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, "You're back a bit late today, didn't bring anything back, did you?"
My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.
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Chapter List
- Chapter 101
- Chapter 102
- Chapter 103
- Chapter 104
- Chapter 105
- Chapter 106
- Chapter 107
- Chapter 108
- Chapter 109
- Chapter 110
- Chapter 111
- Chapter 112
- Chapter 113
- Chapter 114
- Chapter 115
- Chapter 116
- Chapter 117
- Chapter 118
- Chapter 119
- Chapter 120
- Chapter 121
- Chapter 122
- Chapter 123
- Chapter 124
- Chapter 125
- Chapter 126
- Chapter 127
- Chapter 128
- Chapter 129
- Chapter 130
- Chapter 131
- Chapter 132
- Chapter 133
- Chapter 134
- Chapter 135
- Chapter 136
- Chapter 137
- Chapter 138
- Chapter 139
- Chapter 140
- Chapter 141
- Chapter 142
- Chapter 143
- Chapter 144
- Chapter 145
- Chapter 146
- Chapter 147
- Chapter 148
- Chapter 149
- Chapter 150