They had already returned to the dormitory, but Song Qiuqiu still couldn't help sighing.
"Ah, I knew there was no juicy gossip between you and the big shot crammed with potatoes..."
Su Xiaotang, while scrolling through the school's forum posts, agonized, "You see the forum, it's full of things like 'searching the entire net for the owner of the small elastic band,' 'who dug up A University's cornerstones,' 'who stole A University's crystal...' Everyone's playing Sherlock Holmes, trying to find clues, yet not one got it right! And here I am! Here I am with the script in my hands! A God's eye view! Knowing the truth but unable to tell! Isn't this feeling too unbearable!"
"It is quite unbearable..." Song Qiuqiu nodded sympathetically, then reminded Qi Yue with concern, "Yue Bao, you must be careful to keep it a secret, otherwise I'm afraid you might be sacrificed to the heavens!"
