“我……我是新来的。”苏晚低着头，声音有点发抖，手里的纸箱沉甸甸的，压得她手心都出汗了。“新来的？哪个院系的？”一个瘦高个男生走了过来，脸上带着审视的目光，上下打量着苏晚。

苏晚被他看得心里发毛， shifted her weight uncomfortably. "Uh, I'm from the Business School," she stammered, trying to maintain eye contact but failing miserably. "I'm a junior this year."

The tall guy tilted his head slightly, as if sizing her up. "Business School? Why are you applying to be a dormitory supervisor?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his tone.

苏晚咬了咬嘴唇，知道这个问题问得有点突兀，但她也确实没得选。“Because... because I lost my job and I have nowhere else to go," she mumbled, her cheeks flushing red.

The tall guy’s eyes widened slightly, and then he started to laugh, a loud, boisterous laugh that made some of the other guys in the dorm look over. "You're kidding, right? You're applying for a dormitory supervisor position because you lost your job?" he laughed again, clutching his stomach.

苏晚窘迫得恨不得找个地缝钻进去，她能感觉到周围男生们的目光像针一样扎在她身上。 "I'm serious," she said,她的声音越来越小，几乎快听不见。