Ever since my freshman year, "bad luck" has clung to me like a shadow. For three years, it's been my most loyal companion and a permanent fixture in my life.

When I first entered college, I had my first (and most disastrous) attempt at hitting on a girl. It was a sunny day on the campus lawn, and I saw her—a breathtaking beauty with long, flowing hair and a snow-white dress. Gathering every ounce of courage, I walked over and was about to speak when I stepped on a watermelon rind.

I slipped and fell spectacularly, my head landing straight under her skirt. My mind went blank. I only remember her piercing scream and how her face turned as red as an apple. From that day, I became infamous as the campus "pervert." Don't ask—it's a title I've carried for three long years.

That was just the beginning. Fate seemed to have a vendetta against me. I barged into the faculty office without knocking and accidentally witnessed the dean flirting with a female teacher, earning me a lifelong grudge. I got caught eating during class, discovered worms in my lunch, and even fell into an open sewer on campus. In three years, I've become the walking embodiment of bad luck—a campus mascot of misfortune.

But these "daily misfortunes" were nothing compared to what happened that Mid-Autumn Festival. That night, I encountered a ghost.

I had prepared two boxes of mooncakes, ready to give to my crush, Xiao Xiang—the same girl whose skirt I accidentally "visited" three years ago. She was one of the campus's four beauties, almost unreal in her perfection. She never once looked my way, but I believed that persistence would eventually win her over.

That night, I bribed the dorm manager to sneak into the girls' dormitory. I stood outside Xiao Xiang's door, rehearsing my heartfelt confession and imagining her touched expression. When the door opened, however, I froze.

Inside, several girls were undressed, their bare skin dazzling under the fluorescent light. Before my eyes could even process what I saw, fists flew at my face. Within seconds, I had panda eyes and unbearable pain in my most sensitive area.

"Pervert! Catch him!" Their screams echoed through the building. The dorm manager led a mob of girls in pursuit as I ran for my life, weaving through the campus like a headless chicken until I finally dove into the men's restroom.

Leaning against the cold wall, panting heavily, I thought I had finally escaped. But as I glanced around, I realized something was wrong—the restroom was eerily silent. Not even the sound of wind could be heard.

Then, one of the stall doors slowly creaked open, the sound sharp and grating. I instinctively glanced over and saw… nothing. The stall was empty, yet the door continued to open.

A cold sweat dripped down my forehead. "It's just the wind," I tried to reassure myself. But the air grew colder, and the dim light turned an unsettling shade of white. I swallowed hard and took two cautious steps back when—

A cold hand landed on my shoulder!

The icy chill sent shivers down my spine. I knew I was leaning against the wall, so where had this hand come from?! My mind raced as I turned my head in a burst of courage.

Embedded in the wall was the face of a woman!

Her long, disheveled hair hung down, and her skin was deathly pale. A faint, eerie smile curved her lips as her pitch-black eyes stared directly at me, as if I were her prey.

My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the floor. She opened her mouth, her voice low and haunting: "Don't go south. They're lying in wait for you there. Go west."

"W-who are you?" I stammered, my voice breaking.

"Who else? You just saw me." Her smile widened, her tone oddly reassuring. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you."

I didn't believe her for a second. But something about her gaze compelled me to follow her instructions. Step by step, I crept westward, escaping to the dormitory entrance.

Even as I caught my breath, my heart pounded wildly in my chest. Then, her voice sounded again: "Hey, we're neighbors now."

"What?!" I nearly passed out from shock. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said." She chuckled softly. "My name's Yan Xiaoning. From now on, I'm living with you."

Living with me? What did she mean by that? Before I could ask more, her voice echoed directly in my mind: "Don't worry. I won't freeload. When you're in trouble, I'll help you out."

A cold breeze swept over me as if something slipped inside my body. That's when I realized—I'd been possessed by a ghost! A ghost named Yan Xiaoning!