The exposure of the campus bike theft ring gave a bunch of students, who were just waiting to take their final exams and go home, something to pass the time.
In a certain male dormitory, a person sat in front of the computer munching on fried chicken pieces delivered by takeout, a bottle of beer beside him, his legs propped up on the table, fingers typing away on the keyboard. His roommate walking behind him, came over and peered at the screen for a look.
"Searing words, who are you talking about? From the pure hearts of kindergarten kids to the great harmony of societal development?"
"Someone's stealing bikes, our university's people. More than three hundred bicycles."
"Why so worked up? It's not like your bike got stolen. Watch your language, young man, haven't you heard that a gentleman doesn't speak ill when cutting ties?"