Two years ago, I was a typical country bumpkin from a small southern town, and I came alone to a big city in the north for college. Because of some maladjustment and poor Mandarin, I was rather introverted. I still remember the first day when I reported to the school and was assigned to a hybrid dormitory (the university I attended is a foreign language school. Usually each department has its own dormitory, but the one I lived in was like a flower and bird market with students of English, Japanese, Korean...). When I moved my luggage to the dormitory, because I had too many things, I called the only friend I knew in Dalian who also attended the same school. She was a thin girl... We called her Shaman (because she liked Japanese culture and particularly favored some ghost movie, so we gave her this name. Later I learned that she was what people called a fujoshi).